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Dean was not in the best of moods right now. First, Sam had disappeared from the café, leaving behind human causalities and sulfur. Once he was sure Sam hadn't been in the immediate area, he sent a 911 to Bobby who drove through the night to meet up with Dean early in the morning. But sadly Bobby had nothing on demon omens. Absolutely nothing. Then there had been the weird call from Ash. He had something big to tell Dean but he refused to say it over the phone. He demanded that Dean get to the Roadhouse immediately. He'd also mentioned a female friend of Dean's.
Those words had bothered Dean the whole ride to Nebraska. Ash hadn't really explained too much about his previous conversation with Dean's "female friend" but he was pretty certain it was his girlfriend that Ash had spoken to. No one knew she was alive but for Dean, Sam, Bobby, and Missouri. Ash had no way of knowing that he'd been talking to her. Dean just wasn't sure if she had shown up at the bar or she'd called him. He was really hoping it wasn't her. She needed to stay off the radar, especially at a time like this.
In the past they'd dealt with shapeshifters and Gordon but this was something completely different. These were demons. Demons were big trouble and he didn't want her anywhere near them.
When Bobby and him had pulled up to the burnt shell that use to be the Roadhouse, it really hit him. This was serious. This had to do with Yellow Eyes. This was a blatant attack against his family. Why the Roadhouse? What did Ash know that was so important? Not to mention Dean had no way of knowing if his girlfriend was okay. If she'd called Ash or she had been at the Roadhouse. He couldn't see any evidence of Ash or a woman but there was a lot of debris covering everything. They could both be under it all. He had to hope that she wasn't here. And if she had called Ash? Would they go after her as well? Missouri had said she was hidden, that whatever was shielding her was powerful. Hopefully the shield was strong enough to hide her from Yellow Eyes.
Then he'd had those visions. The first one had made no sense, just a big metal bell. The second round of visions had shown Sam standing in front of that same bell. It had only been a flash but it was enough for Dean. Thankfully Bobby was able to decipher the visions leading to this moment.
Dean eased the Impala to a stop, shutting off the engine. Knuckles white on the steering wheel, the elder Winchester glared at the fallen tree that prevented their progress. He couldn't tell if the tree was placed there intentionally so he scooped out the surrounding woods, trying to spy anything amiss.
"Well, looks like the rest of the way's on foot," commented Bobby, getting out of the car the same time Dean did. Popping the trunk and weapon's locker open, Dean grabbed his saw-off and a flashlight, pausing a moment to let Bobby arm himself before slamming everything shut.
"Let's go."
He wasn't but a few feet into the dark woods before he started bellowing his brother's name. Two beams of light searched back and forth in front of them, guiding them forward. Above them Dean could hear the faint rumble of thunder and he couldn't help the sense of dread. He had a really bad feeling about this.
"Sam!" Dean shouted after ten minutes, pausing to listen for any returning calls. So far, nothing. His voice only bounced and echoed without an answer. "Damn it."
"Dean." He felt Bobby's swat on his arm, nodding to something in the distance. "You see that?"
Squinting in the dark, Dean could make out the faint shape of some type of tower. "Is that a windmill?"
"That's gotta be it."
Considering Dean was sprinting toward what could very well be the town of Cold Oak, Bobby was keeping up fairly well. Dean yelled for Sam again, listening for his brother.
Leaving the tree line and stepping onto the gravel road Dean found himself looking at downtown Cold Oak, his entire body wanting to fall in relief. There he was, in the middle of the muddy street, in all his Sasquatch glory. His little brother. "Sam."
"Dean." He could hear how exhausted his brother was from that one word. Off in his peripheral Dean spotted movement, a pitching motion that had him racing forward.
"Sam, look out!"
Several things happened at once. A mysterious figure in the corral started running forward while some kind of round projectile was heading straight for his brother. At the same time, from the shadows, came a man wearing army fatigues holding a knife. Dean knew exactly what his intention was.
But by then the round object, a rock from the looks of it, had sailed by them both, causing their instincts to kick in and they dodged out of the way. As one, they turned to look where the rock came from though Dean refused to move his eyes away from his brother to see who or what had thrown it, and that was when Sam noticed the dark-skinned male behind him. Immediately he jumped away from him, closer to Bobby and him. But Dean saw this stranger's eyes as they focused back on his brother. He didn't care that Sam had reinforcements, he wanted Sam dead. Not while Dean was alive.
Reaching Sam, Dean and Bobby pushed the youngest behind them at the same time the second person, the one from the corral, was airborne and kicking the threatening male away. Dean had to admit it was an impressive drop kick. Using the distraction Dean starting looking over his brother, trusting Bobby to cover them.
Already Dean knew Sam would have a few bruises on his face, his left arm was being cradled protectively, and Sam gave a hiss when his side was probed. Before he could ask his brother anything else, he felt Bobby nudge him.
"Dean."
That one word reminded him that there were two unknowns behind him and for Bobby to use that tone meant something had happened. Keeping Sam at his back, Dean turned around, shotgun held up.
Well, he wasn't expecting this.
The military man had the other person suspended in the air by gripping the front of their shirt, their faces inches apart from each other, and the blade that no doubt had been intentioned for Sam was pressed against their throat.
But then his blood froze, eyes widening. Behind him, Sam's breathing hitched and he choked out Dean's name in disbelief.
The second person, the one with a blade to their throat, had long, drenched hair that clung to their face and the shirt that their captor held in his hand had ridden up, revealing a toned abdomen and the slightest peek of a telling undergarment.
Son of a bitch.
Instantly Dean handed the shotgun to Sam, pulling his colt out from the space at his back, aiming at the man's head. In a flare of fierce protectiveness, Dean growled, "Let her go. Now!" Because, damn it, he didn't go through all of this to lose her now.
His voice broke their staring contest causing the military male to draw the blade away from her neck but now he pulled her onto her feet and up against him, using her as a human shield, the knife once again placed against her throat and his other arm wrapped around her shoulders.
"Jake, it's over. Just let her go."
Dean's hand tightened on his gun, seeing the other man, Jake, flinch at Sam's words. The woman, who he knew with absolute certainty was his elusive girlfriend, had begun breathing deeply, a bit shallowly. He was sure she was trying to remain calm. What did concern him was that, behind the hair that was plastered to her face, her eyes were pinched tightly shut. Like she was in pain. If Jake had hurt her…
"It's not over, Sam. You know the rules."
Dean saw the way Jake's hand twitched, the knife tilting inward and he knew Jake was seconds from killing her. "No!"
With a loud gasp, his girlfriend arched in Jake's arms but instead of blood gushing or her falling to the ground, she sent him sailing back a good ten feet. She was a psychic, like Sam, Dean remembered. She must have used some kind of ability to push him away.
Already he was in motion, his brother and Bobby right behind him as Dean raced forward. He reached her first, wrapping his arms around her waist and back, mindful of his gun, and tucked her protectively against his chest. Sam stopped at his side, using his good arm to hold the shotgun steady as he stood guard. Bobby continued on, running after Jake. The military man had rolled when he'd landed, ending upright. It looked like he had decided to forfeit, taking off deeper into town.
"Are you okay?" Dean asked, pushing wet hair away from her neck. Nothing. He did another cursory glance but with the soggy, muddy clothes it was hard to tell if Jake hadn't harmed her. His gaze shifted and he found himself locked in a stare with dark brown eyes that seemed to be studying him intently. She gave a faint nod. For the second time that night Dean's body released a sigh of relief.
"Bobby!" Dean called, herding Sam and his girlfriend back up the road. The older hunter returned a few seconds later, shaking his head at Dean's unspoken question. Damn, Jake was in the wind. But at least everyone was okay. "Let's go."
Deep in the woods Dean was constantly scanning around them, one hand gripping his gun and the other placed on the small of his girlfriend's back, keeping her tucked next to him as they maneuvered through the trees. Sam was on her other side, ignoring his limp arm, shotgun waving back and forth ready to shoot at the slightest thing. Dean could hear Bobby behind them, on the look out for a rear attack.
It took a few minutes but they found their way back to the Impala, Dean hurrying to get her in the back seat. With only a glance at his little brother, Dean knew Sam would get in the back with his girlfriend so he could protect her while Dean drove them out of there. As soon as Bobby shut his door Dean was peeling out, the back end of the Impala sliding through the mud as he hit the gas, Cold Oak disappearing in his rear view mirror.
~~~SPN~~~
Well, this is an interesting development. The rumble from the Impala was impressive, something the men in my family would have loved to hear, blocking out any attempts at conversation as Dean drove like a mad man down the road. My body gave another uncontrollable shiver, making me clench my teeth. I was freaking freezing! Even with the heaters blowing on full blast and the faint rattling of those Legos, it wasn't doing much for me. I appreciated the effort though. My clothes were soaking wet and I was actually really worried about the Impala's seats. If this back seat didn't get cleaned and dried properly, the car would end up smelling quite moldy. That was no way this car should be handled.
I could feel eyes on me and I glanced up, quick enough to catch Dean look away in the rearview mirror. Two more stares remained and I turned to met Bobby and Sam's head on. Sam's were somewhat wide, almost in awe and disbelief while Bobby's were slightly narrowed, suspicious no doubt. Well, the show got that part right. Bobby was a paranoid bastard.
An arm reached over the front seat, water bottle in hand. I followed the arm up to the face connected to it. "Water?"
Aah, the paranoia makes its appearance. Bobby looked so innocent asking too. Honestly I was a little disappointed we hadn't done this whole song and dance yet. Dean glared at the older man for a split second before looking at me through the mirror.
Sam grabbed the bottle instead, giving a slightly pointed look to the older hunter. If I didn't know what to look for I wouldn't have noticed. "She's cold Bobby, I don't think she's gonna want water."
Huh, usually they'd be more suspicious than this. Do they remember me? I grabbed the water bottle from Sam, nodding at Bobby. "It's okay. I'm pretty thirsty actually."
I took a rather large drink, enough to clearly put a dent in the water level and smiled back at Bobby, who had been watching a little too intently. At least the holy water was decently cold. "Thank you." For good measure I took another mouthful. Actually it was kinda refreshing.
Bobby nodded, his shoulders relaxing ever so slightly before turning away. Glancing at Sam, he nodded back at me, just the tiniest bit of relief in his eyes. So he'd been suspicious too. Meeting Dean's eyes in the mirror, I was surprised that there wasn't much change in his look from before I was checked for demon possession. Like he was certain I was clean. It certainly boosted my comfort level. The car lapsed back into silence after that, which was bad considering it left me to think about what I did back in Cold Oak.
With his looming figure and knife pressed against my throat, Jake was suddenly a very large threat to me which caused my, I guess you could say, "spidey sense" to kick into over drive. I was actually really concerned I was gonna be spontaneously teleported back home with how painful the buildup behind my eyes was but I really didn't want to leave just yet. Even though Sam hadn't died, there was still other things that could go wrong. Hell, I was surprised that I hadn't seen one of the Fate sisters from the sixth season gunning for me. Then again, I hadn't saved an entire boat load of people, so I was pretty sure I had some breathing room. I made it this far, I had to keep going.
First step was getting free from Jake. As soon as I thought it, wanting to push Jake away, to be free from him, I felt a snap in my head. The relief was so instantaneous I gasped and suddenly Jake was thrown away from me. I had just stood there for a few seconds, cold and a bit freaked out before feeling warm hands wrap around me, pulling me into more warmth. God, I was freezing and I just wanted to burrow into the toasty softness, and why did everything smell so good suddenly?
Hearing Dean, and it was clearly not Jensen because I went to Jensen and Jared's panel at the Vancouver convention last year and this was not his voice, ask if I was okay brought me out of my stupor. Seeing the way his eyes were narrowed as he looked me over for injures reminded me of my brothers. Dean was in full-on protection mode. Add the fact that Sam was almost killed and his nerves had to be stretched tight. He finally looked at me and I could see how wound up he was over my safety. I won't lie, it made me feel warm and fuzzy. Knowing he needed an answer I managed to steady the chills and just barely nodded at him.
After that, all I could think of was moving one foot in front of the other as we wondered through the woods, my arms crossed over my chest to try and keep the shivering to a minimal all the while Dean's hand was burning against the small of my back, keeping me pressed against him. Considering it was dark there were a few times I almost tripped over some kind of root or branch but Dean's arm would steady me so I didn't fall on my face which I greatly appreciated.
Now that I was in the safety of the Impala, I could dwell on the fact that I pushed Jake away from me. With my mind. Or at least I think with my mind. The pain, the headaches, had to be some type of buildup, accumulating until I did something with it or it lashed out on its own. As scary as it was, to be able to do that, I was feeling like a bit of a badass. But anyway…
So it, whatever it was, could very well be the key to bouncing between realities. It actually could be controlled, I was pretty positive about that, but I probably needed to practice with it. It also reacted when I was in some kind of danger. In St. Louis I was sure there was no way in hell I was just as strong as the shapeshifter, let alone strong enough to push it away for a few seconds. I had thought it was adrenaline but maybe not.
Then with Gordon, he'd been pressing down on me with all his weight when he'd pinned me to the table. Like before, the pain had come back but I had been able to push him off enough to swing back and hit him with my elbow. Although I'd managed to buck Gordon off he'd still cut me good, which caused another headache. If I had not been transported back and somehow miraculously healed, which I placed under the 'if it ain't broke' column, then I could have possibly bled out. I needed to get this, whatever thing of mine, under control if I planned on helping in the long run.
Feeling the Impala slow down I blinked a few times, coming back to the here and now. Dean was maneuvering the large car into the parking lot of a small motel, the vacancy sign shining brightly.
"Dean, I can take over driving if you want. My house ain't but a few hours out." Bobby offered, eyeing the older Winchester as he dug around in his wallet. Aah, the fraud now. I was aiding in committing a crime that I couldn't necessarily get in trouble for. This was kind of exciting. I was guessing full on salt lines and a silver knife all-around was next.
Dean seemed satisfied with his selection of plastic cash, getting out of the car only to duck back in quickly. "I'm exhausted, Sam's injures still need to be looked at, and she needs a hot shower and dry clothes. I don't wanna delay it anymore than I have to. We'll spend the night to recharge and head out early in the morning."
He paused, looking at Bobby and Sam for their input in his decision, which I was sure wasn't gonna change regardless of what they had to say. But they saw the logic in his ruling and both of them nodded their consent.
"I'll be back in a sec." He told the whole car this statement but his eyes landed on me toward the end. I gave a small nod and he was gone, shutting the door and waltzing through the rain into the lobby.
"I know this is really weird and I promise we're not going to hurt you so please, don't try taking off just yet. There are some things you need to know."
Looking away from the window Sam was staring at me, and holy crap he really does have puppy eyes. Bobby was staring out the windshield, keeping a look out since I was sure we weren't completely safe yet. But I nodded at Sam, trusting them because I knew what kind of men they were even though they didn't know a thing about me.
The creaking of the Impala's door was loud, drawing our attention to Dean who slid into the front seat, turning over the engine. "Room 13, Bobby if you can help me with the bags and Sam, get yourself and…"
Dean paused, looking at me. Oh, they didn't know my name. "Angie."
The elder Winchester nodded, tossing the motel key at Sam. "You and Angie get into the room, take the shotgun."
I nodded along with Sam, understanding the need for safety. I wasn't back in my world, stuff here could probably kill me.
As soon as the Impala was parked, I was out of the car, surprised to find Sam already next to me, shotgun tucked against his leg. It was dark out but that didn't mean we could swing shotguns around.
Once we were in the room, Sam spoke, "I don't mean to sound strange or rude but could you stand between the two beds?"
I followed the order, knowing to keep my back to the wall but I also crouched down, making myself into a smaller target. It was a few seconds later that Sam allowed Dean and Bobby to enter, lugging three duffle bags with them.
At this point I was standing again, my eyes going a little wide as Bobby pulled out a large container and began pouring out a line of salt under the motel door while Sam grabbed another container, heading for the bathroom in the corner of the room. I wondered if I should tell them what I did at the apartment.
"Hey."
I flinched, not even realizing I was shivering, and noticed Dean on my left, a bundle of clothes in hand.
He cleared his throat, looking a bit shy. "They might be a bit big but they're clean and should do for now."
I grabbed the bundle from him, gave another nod, and headed to the bathroom, dodging out of Sam's way as he left the small room.
"Sorry. You should be good to go in there."
I nodded to him as well, closing the door behind me. Against my habit, I didn't lock the door as I knew the men would never try anything but also if some thing happened, something bad, they might need to get to me or I to them.
Setting the clothes on the sink, I began undressing, eyeing the thick salt line along the window sill. I was thankful for Sam demon-and-ghost proofing the bathroom so I could bathe in peace. On that note, I hurried in my process, that way the others could get cleaned up. It had been cold out and everyone was wet from the rain.
Ten minutes later I was out of the steamy shower, the water pressure amazing for such a motel as this, towel-drying and looking over the clothes Dean had selected for me. Men's boxers, drawstring sweats, and a Black Sabbath concert shirt. Even without the band shirt I knew it would have to be Dean's clothes, considering Sam's over-all larger frame. Dean was still at least six feet tall so I rolled the waist and pant legs a bit to get the sweats to fit well enough and I ended up using some of the leftover drawstring from the sweats to tie the boxers tighter around my hips. As for my bra, I wrung out what water I could then used my towel to try and get it a bit dryer but it was still slightly damp. Oh, well. I'd just have to suffer a little bit so all of me could be put together properly.
Returning to the main room, dirty clothes folded together, I immediately noticed Bobby gone but the brothers were sitting at the small table, Dean in the process of wrapping Sam's ribs, his arm and shoulder already taken care of.
"Bathroom's free."
It showed how trained they were when they didn't even flinch at my silent entrance. Both men nodded at me, Dean focused on his brother's side while Sam spoke, "Bobby went out to get food for everyone. Hope you like burgers."
I found myself smiling, "A burger sounds fantastic right now." They both smiled at my words, Dean's smirk more like an approval and Sam's grin like he expected nothing less.
It was true though. Even though I had eaten a rather large breakfast burrito less then technically three hours ago, I was incredibly hungry. It was something I had noticed ever since my first trip, the one with the shapeshifter in St. Louis. That next morning I had gone a little crazy, making a huge stack of French toast along with an omelet.
The other times I was super hungry when coming back from my trips, either making a large amount of food at home or going out to eat. I was sure that whatever I was doing was using up a large amount of energy, causing me to be quite ravenous. This time was no different. A hamburger sounded divine. With fries. Or onion rings. Or maybe both. Yeah, definitely both. And hot wings. Hot wings were good.
I shook myself from my hunger daydream, stepping out of Sam's way as he took his turn in the bathroom. Dean put the first aid away in one of the duffel bags and then reached for my clothes.
"Bobby's got a washer and dryer at his place. We'll get your stuff cleaned up when we get there."
I didn't refuse him, handing over the wet clothes for him to put away and settled on the bed furthest from the door. I wasn't sure how the sleeping arrangements would go tonight but knowing the type of men this group was, chances are I'd be given my own bed while Dean would demand Sam get the other.
"Hey, I got something for you."
I watched as Dean opened one of the duffle bags, rummaging a few seconds before reaching out to me with a small bundle of cloth in his hand. I tilted my head, studying the color pattern. Holy crap.
I grabbed his offering, grin growing on my face as I unraveled the pair of teal and gray socks. Holy. Crap. I quickly slipped them on, wiggling my toes. "God, I thought these were gone forever. I love these socks."
Dean gave a chuckle, "Funny, Bobby said something like that too."
I looked up at him, smile on my face, "Thanks Dean."
Dean suddenly seemed at a lost for words, turning away to fix the duffle bag's contents. I almost laughed at the slightest change of color around his cheeks and tips of his ears. "No problem," was what he finally came up with.
The sudden knock at the door had me diving off the side of the bed, landing silently on my hands and knees, peeking over the edge of the mattress. Taking into account the only real point of entry in the room, I had thrown myself off to the left, closest to the back wall, in turn putting distance between me and whoever, or whatever, was at the door. For a second I felt for the pocket knife that was clipped on the waistband of my borrowed underwear. I hadn't lost it in my adventure thus far, surprisingly, and the sweats had no pockets so I'd had to improvise. At least I wouldn't go down easy.
Behind me, the bathroom door opened and Sam poked his head out, silver handgun at the ready. He must have armed himself when I was in the shower. He motioned for me to join him and I glanced at Dean quickly. He gave a faint nod, his gun out as he eased forward.
Crouched low, I hurried into the bathroom, Sam pushing me back deeper as he stood guard just inside the door, out of sight. I figured he'd back up Dean but I was defenseless so I needed someone to watch me. Both Sam and me leaned forward slightly, straining our ears to hear what was going on in the motel room.
I tensed when hearing the door open and suddenly found myself scared for Dean. Which was irrational considering they did this for a living but I knew that was the reason for holding my breath.
"Here's the rollaway bed you asked for." Male, sounded like an older guy. Probably the manager or the clerk that checked us in.
"Christo, that was fast. Thanks."
The guy dropping off the mobile mattress didn't react to Dean dropping the Latin word and apparently walked off without a word as the door clicked close, the sound of the lock audible.
I looked over at Sam who met my gaze and shook his head. He lifted a finger, pressing it to his lips. Not yet I guess.
"Okay, all clear."
Sam peeked out first before looking back at me. "Sorry, can't be too careful."
"It's fine." He let me pass before him, giving me a chance to see Dean flattening out the full sized mattress. "Who'll sleep there?"
"Bobby."
My eyebrows furrowed. "What about you?"
The bed was locked in place, Dean finally taking the time to get out of his two over shirts. "I'm good."
Beside me Sam growled disapprovingly, "Dean."
Before the older brother made a remark, the door slammed open and the hunter's instinct made itself known. I was suddenly tucked behind Sam's larger frame, blocked from the doorway but I spotted Dean to the left of us, his gun up and pointed.
"Good to see ya' two ain't slackin.'"
I let go of a sigh, moving out of Sam's towering protection. Bobby was closing the room door, two bags in his other hand. Oh, burger. Excellent.
Not wanting to look like a complete slob I waiting patiently for my burger, controlling my urge to rip open the wrapping like a kid on Christmas morning. I did take somewhat larger than average bites though.
"You must have been there a long time if you're that hungry, girl."
I looked up from my task to see Bobby watching me, chewing his meal slowly, thoughtfully. The other two men paused at Bobby's words. This should be interesting.
I lowered my burger, making sure to swallow all of my mouthful. "Last time I ate something was early this morning but I showed up when it was already dark." Technically not a complete lie.
Bobby nodded. "Oh, then must'a been that little stunt you pulled back there huh? Doin' something like that will tire a person out."
"Bobby." Dean had placed his food down, a feat in itself, and was giving Bobby the stink eye. "Leave it alone Bobby. She's good."
The oldest hunter looked from one brother to the other, both seeing the looks on their faces. Like they weren't worried in the slightest.
"Am I the only one who finds her just a bit suspicious?"
"Bobby."
"I told you to leave it."
I put my own food down, somewhat happy that the boys trusted me so much but it was also concerning. They shouldn't be so trusting, they didn't know me. Right?
"No, he's right. You don't know a thing about me."
Dean and Sam turned to me, their faces determined. It was Dean that spoke, "I may not know much about you but I trust you."
"That's the point Bobby's making. You shouldn't." I looked over at the grizzly hunter. "Do you want me to leave Bobby?" I actually didn't want to leave yet but I had already saved Sam from death so I really didn't have to be here anymore. I stood, causing both Winchester men to stand as well but it was Dean's hand that shot out and grabbed my wrist.
"Don't." Looking at him, there was definitely determination but under it I could see a hint of a plea. But as quickly as I saw it, it was gone and now I wasn't sure what I had seen, even with ten years of Supernatural to study. Dean looked over at Bobby, jaw firm. "She's not going anywhere."
"Boy-"
Sam interrupted before Bobby could continue his lecture. "We don't want her to leave Bobby." He glanced at me before looking back at their father figure. "Not when we finally found her."
Bobby looked from Sam to Dean, then to Dean's hand that was still attached to my wrist. The attention seemed to make Dean shy because he let go, avoiding my glance and focusing on Bobby. "She's good people Bobby. She's helped us out in the past."
"Yeah?"
Bobby was still skeptical but now I knew why they trusted me. St. Louis, Gordon, the bank hunt. They knew I was at those places, helping where I could.
"It's her Bobby."
Sam near whispered this part but the three of us heard him fine. The words seemed to mean something to Bobby because his eyes grew a little wide and he looked from Sam to Dean who nodded at him faintly. Then his eyes fell on me.
"Well, hot damn."
~~~SPN~~~
That was one way of looking at it. Even though they were in a difficult situation, Sam was confidant. He was alive, Dean and Bobby were here, and they'd finally caught up to Dean's elusive pseudo girlfriend. In proper light Sam could see how pretty she was, like Jess had been, a beauty that didn't flaunt it. Her eyes were a dark shade of brown, her hair slightly darker, much darker than he had remembered from the bank but then again the electricity had been out.
Even though they knew her name now, Sam still had some trouble in seeing her as Angie and not as Dean's girlfriend. For over a year that's what they called her since they didn't know her name and now, with her in front of them, he had to make sure he didn't call her by her given title. That might be awkward.
Back in Cold Oak, when he realized that the person Jake held a knife to had to be her, he had almost gone into shock, barely managing to choke out Dean's name. He could see the change in his brother when he also realized who she was.
He could see how every muscle in his brother's body tighten, coiled and ready to lash out. Sam suddenly found the shot gun in his hands and Dean's colt pointed at Jake. The tone of his brother's voice, which was usually reserved for those who threatened Sam, was used here to order Jake to release Angie. When Jake had used Angie as a human shield, Sam felt slightly frightened but determined. There was no way he was gonna let Jake hurt her. All three hunters had their guns aimed, ready for the opening they needed.
Angie ended up providing that window of opportunity. Using what Sam guessed was telekinesis, Angie had managed to throw Jake off of her, letting the men rush forward and cover her. He wasn't surprised that Dean had reached her before he himself had even moved two steps. Seeing that Angie was safely in Dean's arms he stood guard, watching Jake disappear into the shadows between the old buildings, Bobby on his heels.
After that Dean was pretty insistent about getting everyone out of there and so the four of them trekked through the woods that encircled Cold Oak, using what little light that managed to break through the canopy to navigate. Sam had never been so happy to see the Impala before. With just a look from Dean Sam was in the backseat, looking out the windows for movement, ready to pull Angie down and cover her with his body if need be.
When Bobby had offered the bottle of Holy Water to Angie, Sam had to keep from shoving it away from her. There was no way she could be a demon. Although he knew it wasn't smart of them in being so lax toward her, he just knew she wasn't. Sadly, he felt a little shameful that he was relieved when she didn't react to the water.
Angie was quiet for most of the ride and Sam had shared more than one concerned look with his brother over how much she was shaking. When her teeth began to rattle faintly, Sam knew Dean would probably stop at the first motel they came upon. He turned out to be right.
Sam had tried reassuring Angie that they wouldn't hurt her but so far she hadn't yelled at them yet or demanded to be let go. He wasn't sure if she believed them or if this was a psychic thing of hers. He figured it was. If she knew what would happen in the next few minutes or hours, she had nothing to worry about. That was probably why she was so calm.
She didn't talk back when Sam asked that she stand between the two beds, making sure she was in the center of the room away from the walls and door. She even went an extra mile by crouching down. Sam was confused for a split second before he understood that she was making herself into a smaller target.
Once the room had been salted and Angie taking a hot shower, Dean had got to business wrapping Sam's shoulder and his ribs, Bobby telling them he was gonna go get food for everyone. Jake had done some serious damage and Sam knew he wouldn't be hunting for awhile, especially if Dean had anything to say about it. Chances are they'd be staying at Bobby's for several weeks, maybe a month or two.
Hearing Angie's answer to the food question had brought a smile to Sam's face. Of course Angie liked burgers, she was Dean's girlfriend after all. It wouldn't have surprised Sam if she happened to like pie as well.
It was a few minutes later, after Sam had finished cleaning up his face from Cold Oak, that he heard the knocking at the door. Already his gun was in his hand and he poked his head out.
Dean was up, pulling his colt out while Angie was on her hands and knees, hiding on the side of the bed. He knew it wasn't important in such a situation but Sam almost smiled when seeing the colorful socks donning Angie's feet. Sam waved his hand at her, wanting to get her out of sight in case something broke into the room. There was a window in the bathroom that she could crawl out of if she had to.
She'd looked over at Dean, who gave her a faint nod and she was moving toward Sam. Once she reached him the younger Winchester had pulled her behind him, hiding in the bathroom with her for protection but staying just inside the doorway, that way he could jump out and help his brother if he needed to.
Turned out it was one of the motel employees delivering the rollaway that Dean had requested but he'd seen for a split second how worried Angie had been for Dean's safety, which made him even more alert. If she was psychic, her worrying might mean something terrible was gonna happen.
Everything had worked out in the end, the employee hadn't been possessed and they had an extra bed now. Sam knew that Dean would have Bobby take the rollaway while he would stay up to keep a look out, that was just the way his brother worked but still it frustrated Sam sometimes with how little Dean took care of himself.
For the second time in just a few minutes Sam and Dean had their guns out, Sam pulling Angie behind him as he stared down at the intruder that had barged into their motel room. The intruder had been Bobby with take-out.
Seeing Angie's eyes light up at the wrapped meals, trying to keep still in her chair made Sam want to smile. She was really excited for the burger. Looking from her to Dean made Sam want to laugh at how much their expressions matched. Everything had been going okay until Bobby started up his interrogation.
Sam, on Dean's order, had never told Bobby their suspicions that Angie was psychic. Sam thought he could help but Dean had been overly cautious when it came to her, especially after the encounters with Gordon, so Sam had relented but now it seemed like they would have to tell him.
Looking at her though, Sam figured she wasn't one of the psychic children they had met in the past. She was older than him by a few years, probably around Dean's age, which made Sam think she was more like Missouri than him.
As soon as Sam had spoken, letting Bobby know who Angie was as subtly as possible, the older hunter grew quiet. So now the atmosphere in the motel was somewhat tense, everyone back to sitting at the table but now the food was forgotten. Dean had inched his chair just a bit closer to Angie and Sam was surprised to see Dean being defensive of Angie. It wasn't the fact that Dean was protecting Angie that surprised him, that's just who his brother was. Dean had always been a Protector, the type of man to fight off whoever or whatever in defense to what he saw as his or to protect those that couldn't defend themselves.
No, what surprised Sam was that Dean seemed ready to protect Angie from Bobby. Bobby, their father figure. It showed just how much regard Dean held for Angie. It was a somewhat scary thought. As much as Sam didn't want to, now that Bobby had brought up Cold Oak, they would need to talk about it with Angie. He just didn't know how to start.
"You hiding somethin'?"
Seemed like Bobby was going for the jugular tonight. Sam saw his brother tense, and he tried to think of a way to steer the conversation in a less hostile direction.
"No."
Angie was good, really good, but Sam was better. He knew that she was lying. If he knew, then Dean knew too. So did Bobby.
"You're lying."
The growl in Bobby's voice made Dean's fists clench and Sam stepped in. "Bobby, let's take a breather okay?"
The older man stood, "No, it's not okay. Am I the only one suspicious about this whole get-up. You, boy, disappeared from a diner and showed up in the middle of nowhere just so you could battle to the death. Not only that but suddenly she shows up and manages to save the day? Now I know she "helped" you with a few cases over the last year but ain't it a little strange that she disappeared right after, every single time."
This was why Sam had wanted to tell Bobby they thought Angie was psychic. He would have understood why she had showed up when she did. Trying to stop something bad from happening. But chances are she didn't know that they knew. Maybe that's why she was lying?
Sam came back to himself in time to see Dean ready to argue with Bobby. He needed to stop this before the yelling started. "Okay, everyone stop. You're making this worse."
Sam's tone of voice snapped the two other men from their glaring contest. Bobby looked put out and ready to keep going while Dean seemed to remember where he was, glancing at Angie and looking away in possible embarrassment for the way he was acting.
Turing to their guest, Sam took a breath before starting his speech. They actually should have had this conversation a while ago. "Listen Angie, my name's Sam Winchester, this is my brother Dean, and our friend Bobby." Both responded with a nod or scowl, respectively.
She gave a small wave. "Angela Mercer. Call me Angie though."
Sam smiled at her, trying to be reassuring because he knew this next part might not go as smoothly as the introductions. "So, Angie, what do you know about the supernatural?"
I always have some trouble with the way Bobby talks. He uses a lot of slang and hints of an accent which is kinda hard to type. At least I hear the accent. So forgive me if my Bobby isn't that good. He's hard to type. Hope you guys liked this chapter. I wanted to keep going but I really wanted to post this so, I stopped here. Let me know how you feel about this chapter. And if you guys are bored, check out my other fic Honor Thy Father. It's another Supernatural story. Or really, just give it some love, I've got a pretty good case of writer's block on that one. It'll make me feel better. See you people later. Peace out. -Mez