Chapter Ten
I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. I was sweating all night and having nightmares about Yellow Eyes. At one point I think I heard Dean trying to wake me up but just fell into a deeper sleep. The sunlight was peering into the hotel windows and I closed my eyes. I rolled over away from the window and heard the shower going. I rubbed my eyes before opening them again and saw John sitting at the table across from my bed. He looked over and saw me waking up.
"Good afternoon." He said sipping his coffee. "I told Dean to let you sleep. You had a rough day yesterday."
I groaned and rolled back over to the light. I'd rather see the sun then have a conversation about yesterday. Most of it was coming back to me. Having that vision, and then seeing Yellow Eyes. I could smell the fire in my hair and my skin. Not to mention the fact that I almost let that baby die. I pulled the covers off of me and got up to close the blinds. I turned to John and saw him reading the paper. The cover of it said "Family Saved from Burning Home." Of course it did.
"I got you a coffee." John said. I walked over to the table and started drinking it. It was bitter.
"Ughick." I made a face and put the coffee down. I felt like hell. "So now what?" I asked trying to swallow the coffee.
"He's still out there." John said. "He's near." I nodded my head agreeing and heard the shower turn off. Oh good. "Did you sleep well?" he asked.
"Sure." I responded. I remember tossing and turning and then having nightmares and then going into a coma. I looked at my watch and saw it was almost three pm. Dean came out of the bathroom already dressed and saw me sitting at the table. He got a huge smile on his face.
"Sleep well?" he asked. I rolled my eyes and looked at John.
"I'm going to wash up." I got up and grabbed some clean clothes. When I closed the bathroom door I could hear John and Dean argue about something. I turned the water on in the shower and leaned my head against the door to hear what they were saying.
"She doesn't even know what's going on…" Dean whispered.
"We have to protect her Dean; it's the only way…" John whispered back. I couldn't really hear much after that and got in the shower to wash the grime off of me.
I tried not to think about anything if I could help it. My body was so tense and strained from the last few weeks that it only seemed like yesterday that I had never knew who Dean was. Before all this started I was just doing my job and getting through the days. My income was coming from a trust fund my parents had set up for me and Sarah. My Aunt let it built up for so many years that I was pretty much set for life if I spent it wisely. I wondered how Dean was making his money…seeing how I'm banned from spending mine. That's what made him so sweet at times and yet so irritating the rest of the time. He was acting so weird lately and then John was all 'He says nice things about you'. What did that mean? Did he think I really was nice or was he just saying that to be nice? Well I never really gave him a reason to think I was mean…Why am I over thinking this? I can't be distracted. What are they trying to protect me from? What don't I know? This is so irritating.
When I got out of the shower and got dressed they were already packed up. I didn't even know we were leaving town. I looked outside and only saw Dean. John's truck was gone. I got my stuff ready and brought it out to the Impala.
"Where did John go?" I asked Dean. He looked down for a minute before responding.
"He left." Dean stated. He put my stuff in the trunk and slammed it closed.
"To where?" I asked again. Now I was just getting annoyed.
"He thinks he can fight this demon without our help." Dean said extremely pissed. "He thinks he can just do everything on his own. He took the colt. He took off." Dean was pacing around and then slammed his fist down on the hood of the Impala. I was a little startled and took a step back to give him some more space. "How could he do that? How could he just…leave…"
I too became furious with John. He was the one that said he needed our help and we help him get the colt and it turns into him bailing on us. Or more importantly Dean.
"Did he say where he was going?" I asked.
"To kill Yellow Eyes. He told me to look out and sent me on a case." Dean said unfolding some newspaper article.
"Screw the case." I said taking the newspaper and crumpling it up. "I know everything about Yellow Eyes. If he is going after him, that means there are signs that he's active." I said grabbing my laptop out of its case and started looking at weather updates. It took me a few minutes but I found an electrical storm at five this morning just a few towns over. "Look." I said showing Dean. "maybe he's going to summon him."
"Get in." Dean said. We got into the Impala and Dean drove for almost an hour. He spotted John's truck at a dinky little diner.
"What are we doing?" I asked. "Are we busting in like the swat team or following him around?"
"We wait." Dean said pulling behind this huge truck around the corner from the diner.
"I can't see him." I said craning my neck towards Dean.
"I can, and he isn't going anywhere."
At first I thought it was all a set up. That maybe Yellow Eyes had possessed John to leave us. He needed our help and asked for it. But then I thought maybe he was just using us to get to Yellow Eyes. I didn't know John that well but what I did know was that he should have given us more credit. Dean is an amazing hunter and I don't think John ever gave him a chance really. He never knew what it was like to go to school and have healthy relationships with people. My Aunt had kept me and Sarah stable. Only on holidays did she take me hunting but Sarah didn't want to go. She would stay at home and have her friends over or throw her little book club meetings or stupid girly parties. John never gave Dean a normal life. Dean told me that a while back.
We had stopped at this little meadow outside this small town in Missouri for a rest stop. Dean had picked up a six pack and sat out in front of the Impala and for the first time in a long time, it felt human to be doing something so normal. I think Dean felt it too because he was so relaxed and chill and not once did we discuss anything supernatural or demon related. He went on to tell me he had gone to ten different high schools and barely graduated. He had wanted to go to college at first but realized that would never happen. John needed him to be ready. But then again, John didn't have to go after Yellow Eyes. Just like I didn't have to either. Dean doesn't know anything about his family or his mother. I felt bad for him. How do you not tell your child about their mother? He was definitely a lost soul. We had sat out there until the sun set and then it got quiet. Extremely quiet. The crickets had been giving us a symphony and the moon was our light and I could barely see Dean's face looking over at me. I think something could have happened that night and maybe I would just like to think that, but instead we got in the Impala and continued driving until the next case.
It's so quiet sitting in the car next to him. Not even the music on or the birds chirping. He was so quiet staring out at John's truck. He was waiting for a move but I'm not even sure what he's going to do when that move comes.
Dean got startled and started the car. "He's in the truck." He said.
"Wait." I said before he could even get in gear. "Wait in case he sees us." Dean waited a few moments before trailing John and got two cars behind him. We followed John almost twenty minutes out of town to this abandoned building. We parked behind some trees and watched John get out of his truck and walk inside. Dean turned the car off and we both sat there in silence and waited.
*
I looked at the clock and saw it was almost nine o clock. We had been sitting here for the better part of our afternoon and we had watched the sun go down over the empty building. Well it wasn't completely empty; John was in there. The building looked creepy in the dark. The windows were busted on the top two floors and the fence surrounding it looked like it had spikes from the shadows. I started having a horrible feeling about this but Dean was determined to get to the bottom of this. We hadn't really said much to each other. I knew Dean was pissed at that fact that John was keeping something from us and also because he had used us to get the colt. I too wasn't very happy about this.
I was looking at the building and saw a flicker of light in the top left hand corner window. Dean straightened up too.
"Did you see that?" he asked. I nodded but then realized he wasn't looking at me.
"Yeah." I got out of the car first and Dean popped the trunk. Dean pulled up the flooring of the trunk and exposed our artillery. We each grabbed a gun and other small hand held things to hide in our clothing. "So what's the plan?" We were a few feet away from the car and we hadn't even discussed anything.
"We go in and kill the son of a bitch!" Dean said charging for the abandoned building. Well, that's a stupid idea. I followed behind Dean until we got to the door. Nothing up close looked suspicious and Dean entered the building first.
It was dark and muggy when you first entered and smelled of musk and dead rats. Not that I knew what dead rats smelt like, but it was something dead. Dean went to the left and checked every room on his way down the corridor. The ground was filthy and littered with empty beer bottles and cigarette butts. I could hear critters moving in the walls, probably a mice or rat infestation. Dean was being extra cautious walking. John was in here somewhere and so was Yellow Eyes. He probably already knew we were here.
We went up the stairway and heard something struggle. Dean moved faster and when we got to the top he looked down and saw a room lit up.
"That's it!" he whispered to me. He went first walking down the hallway and stopped right before the doorway of the room. We could hear John talking.
"You think you can save everyone John, but it doesn't work that way…" We heard someone say. I had never heard Yellow Eyes talk before; it was too human to put a voice to him. "You will die and Dean will die and there is nothing you can do to stop that. Speaking of Dean…why don't you come in." I looked up and Dean gave me a stern look.
"Stay." He mouthed to me. He walked into the room and I stayed like he told me to. My heart began to beat faster and my blood felt like it was on fire. Something was going wrong.
"It's nice of you to join us, Dean." Yellow Eyes said.
"Dean I told you –." John started to yell.
"I know what you told me. And I know you are wrong." He said angrily. I heard a gun click back but I was too afraid to look in to see who was holding it.
"Are you sure you want to do that Dean?" Yellow Eyes mocked.
"Dean put the gun down." John ordered.
"Are you serious?" Dean said sternly. "I'm not waiting."
"I have the colt."
"Then why are you talking?"
"Boys, boys…enough arguing. How about a deal?"
"NO!" Dean said quickly.
"A life for a life?" Yellow Eyes was making a deal, for what?
My hands were sweating and I couldn't breathe anymore. I quietly sat down on the ground outside of the door. I couldn't take it anymore. Was I having a heart attack? Something was killing me. My blood was hot, and all I wanted was a cup of water. I reached into my back pocket and got out my cell phone but my vision became blurry. When did that happen?
"Sam is in danger." I heard John say. "Where is she?" I heard someone fighting and then a gun shot went off.
*
I opened my eyes and tried to make sense of what was going on. What was the last thing that happened? I heard John say I was in danger. I sat up and heard Dean still talking in the room. How long was I out for? I have got to stop doing this. I stood up and entered the room.
"Sam!" Dean said annoyed.
"Hello Sam." John said looking at me. He flashed his eyes yellow at me and smiled. Dean was pointing the colt at him.
"What is going on?" I asked.
"He's possessed."
"Your Dad is still in here with me you know. He's going to taste your blood." He said walking around Dean.
"I'm going to kill you." Dean said.
"What did I ever do to you Dean…oh yeah, that's right. I killed your family. Now I can just finish it off." John smirked.
"Why did you do it?" I asked.
"Why did I kill your Mommy and Daddy?"
"Yes."
"Because they got in the way of my plans for you. For ALL of my children."
"What plan is that?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out." He said coming closer to me. I put my back against the wall and let him come over. He got really close to my face but I was so numb I didn't know what to do.
"Let's get this over with." Dean said.
"Jealous much?" John asked walking towards Dean. "Are you jealous because your Daddy finally comes around…but doesn't give you any attention? Sam here has been getting it all, ever since you met her." Dean's eyes flickered to me but I knew Yellow Eyes was just trying to get a rise out of him, right? John looked down and when he looked back up Dean screamed out in pain.
"Dean!" I yelled. I went to run to him but Yellow Eyes threw my back against the wall so I couldn't move. I watched as blood seeped through Dean's chest. I struggled with all my might to move but failed. Blood began to run out of Dean's mouth.
"Dad please!" he whimpered. "Don't let him kill me!" Dean passed out on the ground. I almost began to cry but then I heard John whisper 'stop'. And my body went limp against the wall.
"Stop it." John whispers again. I took my chance and ran for the colt next to Dean and pointed it at Yellow Eyes. John's eyes looked back up at me and turned yellow again.
"If you kill me, you kill John." He said. I didn't respond. I aimed at his leg and pulled the trigger. John fell to ground with a thud. I turned around to check on Dean. He lost a lot of blood and was barely breathing.
"Where's Dad?" he asked me.
"Dean you lost a lot of blood. Just stay calm." I said. I got up and walked over to John's body. I gripped the colt in my hand and looked down at him. His eyes popped open at me.
"Sam!" he said grabbing my leg. "He's still inside me. Shoot me! Shoot me in the heart! Do it!" John yelled. I gripped the colt and aimed at John's heart.
"Don't you do it Sam!" I heard Dean yell behind me. "Don't do it Sam. NO!"
Before I even had time to think about what to do black smoke came out of John's mouth and disappeared into the floor. John looked at me bitterly.
We got to the Impala and I put Dean in the back seat and John couldn't drive because of his leg so I drove. I was going as fast as I could to the nearest hospital. Note to self; buy a GPS. Dean was gasping for air.
"We're almost there." I reassured him. I looked in the rearview mirror and he was leaning against the door in pain.
"Why didn't you kill it Sam?" John was furious. "I thought we saw eye to eye on this. Yellow Eyes is number one."
"I'm not a killer." I said glancing at him. John was about to say something else but then I heard glass shattering and metal crunching all around me.
