Chapter Eight

It has been almost a month and Dean has us hunting nonstop. So far we got nothing new on Yellow Eyes and John never returned my phone call when Dean was in the hospital. Things have been quiet and unusual. Bobby calls to check in whenever he can but Dean hasn't made a point to stop by. I haven't heard from my sister and each day feels like it's getting shorter and shorter. I forget what day it is and how long we are on the road before we reach the next town. Dean doesn't really say much most of the time except business stuff. I don't mind it too much. We work well together and I try to stay out of his hair. I think we're growing on each other. I try to spend what little time I do have to myself sleeping or writing in my journal. Whenever Dean sees me take this thing out he gets all curious and paranoid like I'm writing the cure for cancer. Kind of like right now…

I looked over and saw Dean quickly look away. We were on the road as usual and he had been making fun of my journal and calling it my 'diary' but really I just liked to keep track of myself. Before I had started hunting with Dean I would forget what month I was in and couldn't remember how many hunts I had done, so I started writing it all down. After a while did become kind of like a diary. But I wasn't going to tell Dean that.

"So what do you write in that thing?" he asked looking down at it. I closed it and put it back in my bag.

"Hunts and stuff." I said looking out the window.

"That's it?"

"Yep."

The sun was starting to set and the pinks and oranges were covering the sky in a beautiful blanket. I remember one summer when Sarah and I were kids and we went to this beach off the coast of Florida on a family trip and the way the sun reflected off the ocean was one of the first beautiful things I had ever seen. It was an endless horizon taking over the entire ocean. The sun was hot and sticky on my skin and the sand prickled between my toes. I remember Sarah making foot prints in the sand out to the tide. We had collected buckets and pails full of sea shells from that trip and our mother had done projects with them, like making picture frames and wall designs out of them. All of that got ruined in the fire. All of my memories were ruined from that. Every dinner we had and every birthday party and picture we had in that house now became consumed by the fire.

I closed my eyes and tried to shove that memory from my mind. So far I've done a pretty good job not thinking about things and banishing them from my brain but every once in awhile something will trigger all of it. A flood of emotions will wash over me and as hard as I try from keeping away from it, it tries just as hard to come back. I took a deep sigh and laid my head against the window. My breath was fogging up the window and the quiet tune of Led Zeppelin's Dazed and Confused filled the silence in the car. I could hear Dean humming it and a part of me was kind of annoyed and the other part of me thought it was kind of cute.

Dean was really starting to rub on me and even the smallest things like his laugh and the way his eyes light up when he sees pie warms my heart. He is definitely an attractive man; there is no doubt about that. I feel so simple and average sometimes standing next to him. I'm not buff but I am fit and I got this thick messy hair that I always have pulled back in a bun and I never wear make-up unless I have to dress the part. All I got for clothes are ripped up jeans and V-neck tee shirts for the summer and long sleeve ones for the winter. I don't have a winter jacket except my black leather one that I wear all year long or my thin long sleeve purple plaid shirt for when it's nice out. The thing about travelling so much is you got to travel light. I've got one bag for clothes and one for artillery. What more do you need?

We were just entering Colorado when Dean's cell phone went off.

"Hello?...Hey Dad." Dean said glancing over at me. I sat up a little bit. "We just got into Colorado…alright…yessir. I can be there in about two hours. Bye." Dean snapped his phone shut and put it back into his jacket pocket. "My Dad is in Colorado he wants us to stop by and see him."

"Oh?"

"Business stuff." He said looking a little disappointed.

"Did he say anything about the colt?"

"Nah, just said where to meet him."

An hour and a half later we pulled up into this run down motel. I saw the same truck from two years that I sat in that summer night. John was here. I wonder if he had gotten my voicemail from a month ago. He never called me back or texted me his concerns. I never told Dean that I called him. He probably would've gotten pissed. We got out of the car and I followed Dean to room seven. He knocked twice and John opened the door. He looked tired and haggard. His hair was all over the place and he had huge dark circles under his eyes like he hadn't slept in days. His clothes were dirty and wrinkled and he smelled of cinnamon and whiskey. Dean and John gave each other a quick hug. He let us inside and Dean sat down on the bed while I stood near the door. John walked back into the room and sat down at the little table.

"How're you Sam?" John said looking up at me.

"Oh you know…" I said trailing. I was partly pissed at the fact that he never called and also for not calling Dean until now. Then I thought about my sister Sarah and how I too go weeks without talking to her. I looked over at Dean who was also staring back at me. "Well." John nodded and looked over at Dean. I kept my eyes on the ground but could still feel Dean's eyes on me.

"I found the colt." John stated.

"Where?" Dean asked before I could.

"That doesn't matter. What matters is it's time." John said. What the hell did that mean? Dean was nodding his head in approval and I just stood there dumbfounded.

"Um…excuse me?" I said putting my hand up. "Time for what?" Dean looked up at John and John just stared back at me.

"Vampires."

"Vampires are myths. And if you mean Dracula, you're crazy." I half-heartedly joked.

"Vampires are real. The vampires have the colt." John said.

"What would they want with that?" Dean asked.

"I don't know. But we have to get it. I need your help." John said looking back and forth between me and Dean.

"You're crazy." I said. I couldn't wrap my head around some blood sucking things wanting the colt. The colt can kill anything and so can vampires. This didn't make any sense. John just cocked his head at me and kind of smirked.

"I can help you Sam." He said standing up.

"Help me?" I asked confused.

"I can teach you how to fight."

"I know how to fight. Thank you." I said. I was almost tempted to walk out of the hotel room. Why did he think I needed help fighting? Was I taking this too personally? I looked down at Dean and he was trying not to look at either of us.

"Dean, get us some dinner would ya? Sam and I can get to searching."

"Yessir." Dean said standing up. He walked passed me and gave me this pleading look with those adorable green eyes. "He wants to help." He whispered and walked out the door.

John and I stood there for a few moments just staring at each other.

"You remind me a lot of Dean's mother." John said going over to one of the beds and started cleaning his guns. He took me by surprise.

"Dean's mom?" I asked. "Was she a hunter?" John looked up at me.

"A long time ago she was. She was right around your age when I met her." John reminisced. I pulled a chair over and sat across from him.

"Does Dean remember her?" I asked.

"He remembers the good things. That's all that matters." John said looking down. I too looked away.

"You never called me back." I said. "I was worried…"

"I was busy." He stated. I didn't feel like arguing. I knew Dean was going to be back soon. I sighed and watched John clean. "Do you have any siblings?"
John asked.
"I have a little sister."

"Does she hunt?" John was getting all curious now.

"No. She's a housewife with two kids and a dog and a white picket fence around her mansion." I exaggerated. John chuckled.

"Sounds like the life."

"It must be a dream." I said rolling my eyes.

"It's not your dream?" he asked.

"Not yet."

"Well, we all have a destiny." He grunted. I snapped my head at him.

"Your son doesn't believe that."

"My son is a stubborn son of a bitch that takes right after me. But really he is just like his mother. I'm sure my other son would have been like me…" he trailed.

"You have another son?" I questioned. Of course, Dean mentioned it a while ago. How his mother and brother died in a fire.

"He was just a baby. Died with my wife." I nodded my head and looked out the window. It was getting late and we had been driving all day. I yawned and threw my head back in defeat.

"Dean doesn't talk about you." I said with my head still back. My eyes were closed and my legs were all stretched out in front of me.

"He wouldn't. I dragged him around the country his whole life. He probably hates me for it." he assumed.

"So why didn't he settle down? Have a dream?"

"Family business." John stated. I heard him get up and turn on this police radio. I put my head up and looked at him funny.

"Sun is almost set. We can figure out where the vampires are."

"How do you know they're in town?" I asked.

"I know." He said sternly. I could tell he definitely didn't like being questioned about his work. It was quite for a few minutes. I could hear car driving passed the motel and the radio dispatch calling in domestic disputes and bar brawls.

"Dean talks about you a lot." John said. I looked over at him hovering over the radio. "Says nice things about you."

"Well, I'm sure he's just being nice. I really do give him a hard time." I smiled. John smiled back. Dean and John have the same smile, I thought.

"He says you're an excellent hunter."

"I'm sure he was just bragging." I said standing up to stretch. I walked over the window and started to wonder why Dean hadn't come back yet.

"Don't you think it's odd…" he started to say. I heard him get up and walk a few steps behind me. "How we met again? That you're now hunting with my son?"

"Well, like you said..." I said turning around to face him. "It's all part of our destiny." John smirked at me but I could tell that there was more to what he meant. Something he wasn't saying.

"Well, we are close now. All we need is the colt and we can get him." I nodded my head.

"It's just weird. What does he want with all these people now? They're still missing." I said.

"I'm not quite sure." Just then Dean walked in the door and startled me.

"Hey, sorry it took so long. They were making a fresh pie." He said with a huge smile on his face. I shook my head and sat in silence and ate. I couldn't help but keep thinking what John really wanted to say about destiny. Things were quiet for a while on the police radio and eventually I passed out on the bed. I was woken up by Dean gently rubbing my arm. "It's time." He said. I put my head in my hands and saw that they were ready to leave. Awesome, I thought.