Second to last chapter! WOO!!!! Sorry i didn't get this up this morning. had some things to do. So how about that AWESOME EPISODE last night!!! Dean kills me.. i swear. "He full on Obi-Wan'd me" had me laughing long after the scene was over lol
Now a few notes. If you look at the top of this page at the Date this story was started you will see it says 2005... LOL yea i know... I'm slow! But my reason to point that out to all of you is because I started this story before "Dead man's blood" and "Bloodlust" aired. So i treat vampires differently in this story. I nad nothing to base it on before.
Thats all i really had to say!!
Last chapter tomorrow! I know i must have lost a lot of my readers but to the ones that came back to me! I VERY MUCH appreciate it! Thank you!!! I love ya'll!
Ok now i think i've earned a horse back ride!!!
Steph
Morning came fast and Sam still hadn't found the spell their father used on Dean. He hardly had a wink of sleep and hovered dangerously close to flopping his head on the laptop keys.
Tracy entered the kitchen sometime around 9 o'clock and let out a soft chuckle at Sam's appearance. His mouth was wide open and his eyes were long since shut. Only his fist held his head up off of the laptop. The chuckle sent Sam sitting up and wiping at his mouth, aware of the drool that threatened to escape his mouth.
"Sorry…" he muttered and stretched a bit before trying to squint back at the monitor.
"Sorry for what? You should go take a nap Sam. If you're brother knows you haven't slept all night you guys won't be going anywhere today."
"I got sleep… few winks. I came back down here around 6 am. We wont be going anywhere if we don't have that spell anyways."
"Well that "we" won't be including me."
Sam looked up from the screen at the woman's comment and he watched her sit down with a hot mug of coffee seemingly in better moods then he'd seen her in the past.
"You aren't coming?"
"Nope… I'm not going with you…."
"Why not?" Even though Sam felt that would probably be the best course of action, he still felt curious as to why she now wanted to stay behind by herself after everything they had went through.
"I cant… I have faith in both you. I just don't think I can handle anymore. And if you are sure I'm safe behind this spell you cast on my house then... I'm staying here. Just be safe ok?"
"Of course. And I promise we'll get her ok? We'll get revenge for your friends as well as our own."
Tracy smiled lightly will playing with the handle on her coffee mug.
"They aren't coming back are they… My friends…"
It wasn't question but a statement and Sam looked away briefly before shaking his head.
"I don't think so."
"I figured. Remember I said to you that my story was a story for an other time?"
"Yea."
"I had a rough childhood Sam. I was abandoned by my family and left to figure out life on my own. I moved out here, got a job and figured I could move on without them. But the pain of not having your family is just too deep to fight on your own."
Sam nodded knowing all too well the pain she had felt. He hadn't realized before how closely their lives possibly were and now wished he could get back every moment he missed with his brother and father when he wasn't there.
"I started drinking… It eased the loneliness for a bit but not like drugs did. The only reason I straightened out was because of my friends. I'd have been lost without them. I can't believe they are gone but it would be a shame for me to give up on something they tried so hard to help me achieve. Living life to the fullest. So that's what I'm going to do."
Dean filtered through Sam's mind at her words and he smiled wide at her.
"They were right Tracy. You should. I'm glad you had them in your life. Not everyone has someone in their life that make them realize how precious life is and how you should live it."
"Nope… We are special Sam. The people in our lives make us special."
"They sure do…"
"Just do me a favor Sam… please make sure no one else is as Blind and Alone as we were."
"I'll try my best. I promise."
Sam had watched his brother finish filling up the Impala and placed the cap back on the gas tank. They had been on the road for a few hours now and something ate at the back of Sam's mind. His thoughts kept going back to the dream he had back when he thought Dean was dead. The horrible scene watching his brother die over again but in a much more brutal way replayed in his head. He knew the only thing he had to do to stop the terrible moving picture haunting him was to tell Dean about the dream and risk the nagging he'd receive later.
Now was as good a time as any with Jenn in the gas station and no one else around.
Sam pulled himself from the Impala and walked over to where Dean was standing; now washing the windshield.
"She's all dusty." Dean commented, feeling Sam standing next to him. "Soon as this crap is over its bath time."
"Dean?"
"What…" his brother answered not paying much attention to Sam.
"I have to tell you something."
"How come that didn't sound like I really want to hear it?"
"Because you probably don't but it's important to me."
Those words stopped Dean's actions and he flung the squeegee back into the bucket of dirty water and leaned on front hood of the Impala.
"Ok… go ahead then." He said, stuffing his hands in his jeans pocket.
Sam went ahead and told Dean all about his dream. He told him how he had died in it and that Sam couldn't do anything but watch. Something held him in place. It felt so real and now that they were heading back towards the hospital and the place where all this started he had that eerie feeling surrounding the dream. He felt he needed to at least tell him.
"Sam… I'll be fine don't worry. It was just a dream."
"I dunno Dean it felt like more then that. Just promise me you'll be careful?"
"Careful… yea. I'll work on it."
"Dean I'm serious here."
"So am I. I'll try to be careful ok Sam?"
"Fine… thanks."
Just then Jenn popped out of the gas station with a Twizzler in her mouth and a bag of goodies in her hand.
"Yeah Snacks!" Dean cheered and shuffled over to take the bag from her. Sam smiled but it never reached his eyes. Something was wrong and he couldn't shake the feeling.
Finally, just as it was starting to get dark, the trio pulled into the small town in Virginia that started it all.
Sam outwardly sighed as he watched familiar businesses and landmarks flash by. Places he hoped he'd never have to see again. This town reminded him too much of a dark time he didn't want to revisit. It only took looking in Dean's direction as he drove down the main highway for his body to ease. At least this time he had Dean.
The Impala pulled into the city library and Dean cut the engine.
"Why does it seem like every town we go to we see what the library looks like?"
Sam chuckled and shook his head. "No clue… but I've already seen this one."
"Sorry that we couldn't give you a new boring library to explore." Dean joked attempting to keep things light. He figured Sam had been to this place before while Dean was in his "coma" and he was sure he wasn't looking up Demons inside.
"Alright I'll meet up with you two at the hospital. You don't have to wait. I'm sure Jenn wants to see everyone again." Sam smiled Jenn's way and Dean shook his head.
"No frickin way. We're not splitting up."
"Dean…"
"No Sam… I guess you can show me around the musty place cause we're going with you. There is a witch on the loose and I will NOT be leaving you alone."
"Dean listen to me. I have an idea of what I'm looking for. I'll be back at the hospital in a half an hour I promise. I'll be fine."
Dean eyed Sam then finally sighed.
"Fine…" Dean pulled Sam's phone off of the charger and tossed it to him as he got out of the car. "If anything happens… a weird draft, a mean college nerd, you CALL me! Got it?"
"Yes sir." Dean saluted him in jest and shut the Impala door.
"I swear that kid needs a smack." Dean muttered almost forgetting Jenn was in the back seat. He glanced at her in the rearview mirror and pepped up for what they were about to do.
"Where to Ms.?" He grinned.
Sam was right! For once in as many months something finally was going right for him!
He had found the spell! This was definitely it! And the funny part about it was it was in a children's nursery rhyme book. A part of him was actually thankful his brother wasn't with him as he perused the children's section and sat cross-legged sifting through the books.
He couldn't' believe his assumption was right. But Dean's idea of using the Wizard of Oz as an example to explain the Witch to the girls gave him an idea to check children's books. Dean was right. Some of them get it all wrong. But then some of them are just so right and no one knows it. Someone had published a book with a real honest to goodness spell in it right under the kids' noses. It was actually comical to think about
Sam had jogged about a half a mile before he came upon the hospital parking lot. He'd be right on time as long as he didn't encounter anyone that remembered him. Jenn said her mother was on assisted living floor. Just a couple floors up from Dean's old floor. If he took to the stairs he could make it in time so his brother wouldn't worry.
Now hopefully this would help Jenn's mother and more answers could be found in killing that Evil bitch Organa once and for all.
Dean and Jenn sat quietly by her mother's bedside. Neither knew what to say to each other in this situation as they waited for Sam to come through the door with something… anything that could help.
Jenn normally never told anyone about her mother or her parents. Some of the hospital staff knew though. Close friends that were there for her when she was little that were still working there. But no one like Dean. Though no one WAS like Dean so that made such a difference.
"So uh… I see who you take after." Dean blurted out in an attempt to cut the silence.
"Yea… But I've been told by my grandparents that I have my fathers spirit."
"Wish I could have met the man."
"I wish you could have too." She smiled lightly.
"I'm shocked no one as come in the room since we got here. Actually Jenn we saw no one in the hallway."
"Yea no one comes through here that often. There isn't much to do. Assisted living is just for people that have no hope. There's nothing they can do really. I'm sure there will be a nurse doing rounds sooner or later though."
Dean shifted in his seat and looked at his watch.
"Sam should be here any minute. And if he isn't I'm gonna kick his ass."
"I'm sure he's fine Dean."
"Yea… hey you hungry? I'm gonna hit a vending machine." He just couldn't sit still anymore and he could tell by Jenn's amused look that she was aware this moment was coming.
"No thank you. I'm good. Careful who you run into though. There are some Doctors out there that are still probably scratching their heads as to where you ran off to."
"Wonderful… an Adventure."
Dean slipped out the door and slinked down the hallway in search of the vending machines. Honestly he wasn't hungry or thirsty. He just wanted something to do other then sit there in silence with Jenn and her comatose mother. It was kind of eerie and he was hoping he'd run into Sam coming back from the library.
"Man… this floor IS deserted." He voiced out loud while taking a glance up and down the hallway. Nothing. No one. Not a sound. Almost too quiet.
Dean found the vending machines by the restrooms and stood in front of it deciding what he wanted to waste a dollar over when a chill ran up his spin, causing the hair on the back of his neck to stand up.
Something wasn't right and his hunter instincts were screaming at him. Pivoting on his heels, he spun around eyeing everything. Listening to everything. Finally he found it. Something that clued him in on the fact that something was far from right.
Blood.
Little spatters marked the floor going into the men's bathroom.
Dean pushed the door open slowly while pulling the knife he has brought in with him out of its sheath.
It didn't take long for Dean's eyes to reach the pool the blood stretching wider and wider as he continued to open the door. The hunter stepped in cautiously, careful not to step in the blood and keen on if someone was in the room with him. Once he was inside the bathroom he found the source of the leaking liquid.
Lying behind the door was a blood donation bag… the contents of it still oozing out onto the sterile floor through two slits.
"Shit!"
Tossing stealth to the curb, Dean spun around and ran out the door. Getting to Jenn was his only priority.
He wasn't halfway down the hallway when Jenn's voice echoed in his ears.
"DEAN!!!! Dean help!!! They're here!"
"Son of a bitch!" Dean mouthed as he finished the length of the hallway and into the room Jenn was still in.
Eight floors of stairs was certainly an ass kicker and Sam leaned a bit more heavily on the doorknob to Jenn's mothers' floor with more need then he normally would. Maybe risking being seen would have been worth it now that he was void of breath and energy.
Sam pulled down the handle and opened the door, the sound of a scream meeting his ears as he did so.
"DEAN!" A girl shriek. "Dean help! They're here!"
Sam halted in his place, frozen by fear. His dream… his vision… the hallway… the sight of his brother running towards a hospital room door.
'No…' Sam mouthed as he watched the scenes he hoped beyond hope were just a bad dream.
He had to get to him! He had to get to Dean! He had to help! But suddenly I found out why he couldn't go to him in his Vision as something came out and caught up his legs as he burst in motion towards the door.
Sam groaned and hissed as his body contacted with the hard cold floor. He rolled over quickly to see his attacker and turned just in time to see a pair of arms grabbing the collar of his jacket.
Droplets of blood stained the chin of the pale face that greeted his vision and the young hunter winced at the close proximity to his face.
"You smell like them…" It hissed and Sam definitely caught the glowing fangs that unveiled themselves as it spoke.
A Vampire…
"Like who…" Sam asked, hoping to get more time before he had to fight for his life.
"The ones that killed our master."
Dean… Jenn. These were the Vampires they encountered! Sam mentally cursed a long string of bad words. This was what his vision was about! Shit!
No… this wasn't going to end like this!
Sam wasted no time and reached to his belt, pulling out the knife he had hidden and slashed at the Vampire in front of him with all his might.
The evil creature was taken off guard and let go of his jacket. Sam used that opportunity and lunged foreword, sinking the nagger deep into the Vamps chest. Dust blew up in his face and Sam backed away to avoid the sprinkles of Vampire ash from landing on him.
Having no time to revel in the ease of his victory, the younger Winchester pulled himself from the floor and headed down the hallway, desperate to stop the death of his brother. He just got him back! He'd be damned if he lost him again!
Before he could reach the door, Sam witnessed his brother stumble out of the room, pulling Jenn behind him.
"DEAN!" Sam shouted as he watched his brother stumble and fall to the floor, only to scramble back up. His body was hunched and Sam's heart felt like it stopped beating. Did he miss all of this? Was he too late?
Dean reached out to Jenn and pushed her hard into the wall behind him, making sure he was between the figure stalking out of the hospital room into the hallway and her.
The second Vampire pulled Dean back up to his feet by his neck, giving Sam a view of the bloodstains on his brother's shirt.
Shot… in the vision his brother was shot! How did he not hear the gun go off though? Did he miss it fighting with the Vampire?
Sam choked back a sob at seeing his brother's body look so limp in the grasp of the second Vampire but didn't have a chance to act. Everything was going so fast and Dean's arm pulling back and burying his knife deep into the vampire up to the hilt took even Sam by surprise.
Sam watched helpless down the hallway as he watched his brother slump back to the cold hospital floor... his body relaxing instantly as Vampire "Dust" sprinkled in a pool around his feet.
Sorry about the Cliffie!!! But ya only have to wait till tomorrow lol. so what did you think?