Chapter 19
Dean lowered his arm, taking the phone away from his ear. "They've got dad," he announced as he walked toward the beds, standing in front of the nightstand.
"Meg?" Sam asked, and Dean just nodded. "What'd she say?"
"I just told you, Sammy," Dean said as he brought his hand to his face for a moment. "Ok. Ok…" he grabbed the Colt off the nightstand and held it before putting it in the back of his jeans pocket.
"What're you doing?" Summer asked him while she watched him grabbing his duffle bag and his leather jacket.
"We gotta go," he told them as he stuffed a couple things in his bag quickly.
"Why?" Sam asked.
"Because the demon knows we're in Salvation, all right? It knows we've got the Colt, it's got Dad, it's probably coming for us next."
"Good. We've still got three bullets left. Let it come," Sam said.
"Listen, tough guy, we're not ready! We don't know how many of 'em are out there. Now, we're no good to anybody dead. We're leaving. Now," Dean said before he grabbed his bag and headed toward the door and to his car.
Sam stood there, not happy about what they were about to do. He faced Summer with a sigh. He then grabbed his own bag while Summer walked out of the motel room, and headed to Dean.
"Dean, is this really a good idea? I mean, the demon… it's here. Not where your dad is," she said standing next to him.
"I can't just leave my dad there knowing they have him," he said walking around to the front of the car and opened the drivers' side door and then saw her heading to her room without another word. He sighed and jogged up to her, grabbing a hold of her arm. "Summer…" he stood in front of her. "You can't come."
"What?" she asked not believing what he just said to her; she stared at him with a 'are you kiddin' me' look on her face and shook her head. "No. Dean, I'm going."
"No you're not," he said firmly. "Look, will you just do what I say? This will be too dangerous for you. If you come… you could get hurt.""So, what? You just want me to stay here by myself, are you kiddin' me? Dean, I am part of this fight now. There is no way I am staying behind while you two go," she got her arm free and started to head to her room again when he grabbed her arm, stopping her.
"Stop," he stood in front of her again. "Just please… do what I say. I don't want you involved. You could get killed if you come."
Summer stared back at him, unable to speak. For the first time, she could feel the worry; the scared feelings he felt at that moment. The feelings were so strong she wondered why she hadn't felt them earlier. She opened her mouth to speak when she heard Sam walk toward the Impala. She turned a bit to look at him. "Sam."
Sam sighed and he just stared back at her, the look on his face told her he agreed with his brother.
"You agree with him?" she asked.
"I do," he nodded. "He is right, Sum," he started as he stuffed his hands into his jean pockets. "You should stay here. We'll be too busy with what's going on to try and protect you."
"I don't need protecting!" she said half-loud, half -quiet. "I can handle this. I have been with you both long enough to know how to deal with things like this."
"This is different," Sam moved closer to her. "This won't be a normal demon we'll be dealing with. It will be much stronger than the other demons we have dealt with, Sum. We don't even know how well we'll do with it."
"That's why I should go with you. Three is better than two.""No," Dean shook his head. "No. It's not happening. You're not coming and that's final."
"You can't stop me Dean!" she looked at him.
"Do I have to lock you in a bathroom again? Because I will if it will keep you here," he said seriously.
"Dean," Sam looked at him. "Go to the car and let me talk to her for a minute."
Dean sighed deeply and, without another word, he walked away, leaving Sam and Summer alone.
"Sum," Sam looked at her. "I don't want to leave you out of this. You have a reason to fight with us, but Dean's right. If you come… you might die, or at least hurt. We cannot take those risks. You saw what happened back at Monica's place. Please, just trust us with this?"
Summer crossed her arms over her chest, and glanced at Dean and saw he was leaned up against the side of the car watching them. She looked back at Sam. "Ok. Ok, I will stay. Just do one thing for me."
"What is it?"
"I want you two to call and tell me how things are going, where you are, and to keep me at ease so I don't start worrying whether or not you're still alive."
He nodded and pulled her to him in a hug. "Of course," he said before he pulled away and looked her in the eye. "Everything will be fine; we'll be fine."
"You better or else I'll have to kick both of your asses."
He chuckled. "I'm sure you will. Now, stay in your room and we'll call you as soon as possible."
"Ok."
"Be careful too," he said. "Keep your door locked and put salt in front of the door and windows, better safe than sorry."
"I will," she told him.
"We need to go," he said as he backed away from her a little. "We'll come get you as soon as it's over."
She nodded and watched him walk to the door and Dean gave her a small nod before both men got inside, and a moment later, they drove off and she went into her room.
"Are you sure she won't follow us anyway?" Dean asked Sam.
"No, I'm not sure but I have a feeling she will listen."
"She better listen…"
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Two days passed and Summer set the remote to the TV down on the bed and sighed. She hadn't heard from Sam and Dean in a long time and she was starting to worry. Standing up, she grabbed her cell phone off the bed and dialed in Sam's number. When she didn't get an answer, she tried Dean's. The same thing happened, and that made her worry even more. "Something isn't right," she thought aloud. "I knew I should have gone with them!" she made a slight fist at the thought of them being possibly hurt. Her head snapped toward the TV when she heard 'Missouri' and 'accident' in the same sentence. Her heart started to beat faster when she heard those two things. Sam told her they were in Missouri when they found out where John was. "I have to get th…" she stopped short when an image of a Impala flashed on the screen of the TV. A black Impala she noticed. "Oh my god…" she sat back down on the bed slowly, not wanting to believe it. She grabbed the remote and turned the TV up when the reporter began telling the story.
"Late last night there was an accident involving a Chevy Impala and a Semi-truck, from the looks of things, the truck smashed into the other car, pushing it off the road and onto the side. There appeared to be three passengers in the car..."
Summer didn't hear the rest of the story when she heard how many people were in the car. She put her hand to her face and tried to shake the worry that started to build up inside of her, but it was too strong. She stood up quickly, and grabbed her bag off the floor and started to pack her things before she left the motel and began to figure out how she would get to Missouri.Jefferson City, Missouri
After reaching Missouri, she found a police station and pretended to
be an officer in order to get any information on the accident that
happened the night before. When she got the information, she managed to
rent a car with the money she had and drove to the hospital.
Pretending to be a cop at the hospital helped her find out any
information on the three men. The young girl at the desk told her which
room they were in, and she thanked her before she quickly but swiftly
headed down the hall and to the room.
She stopped by the entrance of the room and peered inside, letting her eyes scan the room, and each bed. She then noticed Sam on one bed while John was on another, but no sign of Dean. Her heart fell to the pit her stomach at the sight in front of her. This confirmed they were the ones in an accident, and not someone else. She had hoped it wasn't them, but she knew now it was. Slowly stepping inside, she moved closer to them and bit her lower lip. She saw the bandages on their heads, and tubes sticking into their arms. Standing between both beds, she glanced at both of them, taking in everything.
"Excuse me, but who are you?" A nurse asked when she walked into the room, causing Summer to turn to her quickly, startled.
"I'm family," Summer lied, not wanting to be thrown out of the room.
"How so?" the middle-aged woman asked raising a eyebow.
"I'm the daughter."
"You're this man's daughter?"
"Yes," Summer nodded.
"We were starting to believe they didn't have anyone. We couldn't find any phone numbers, and they're cell phones were destroyed."
"There was someone else with them, my older brother. Is he ok? Where is he?"
"He is in the CCU," she told her as she moved toward John and Sam and checked them out before heading back toward the door. "He is in worse shape than these two," she added before she left the room.
Summer turned to the two before she walked out of the room to find Dean. It seemed like it took her ages to find the room, but after a while, she finally did. It took some time to convince the nurses and doctors to let her in the room. She went inside and moved slowly toward Dean who lied on the bed, unconscious. He had on a bandage on his forehead, and there appeared to be a bandage on his chest. He looked pale, and had cuts on his face from the glass she assumed. She stood beside his bed, and took a seat on the chair that sat there. She gripped his hand lightly in hers. "You have to pull through, Dean. Your dad, Sam… and I need you. This isn't the end for you. Do you understand? You need to pull through this."
Summer glanced at her watch and realized she had been with Dean for nearly three hours and she knew she should check on Sam and John again. Sighing, she looked at Dean and wished she knew whether he was going to be ok or not. "You are a fighter, Dean… you need to fight this and wake up," and with that, she stood up and headed for the door.
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A few days passed and Sam and John finally woke up, which made Summer have some hope that they were going to be all right.
"Summer, how did you get here?" Sam asked.
"I managed to uh, steal a car before I ditched it when I got closer. I then rented a car to drive the rest of the way," she explained.
Sam gave a small chuckle. "You really are one of us," he told her. "How did you know what happened?"
"I saw it on the news."
Sam nodded now understanding things better. "And Dean… is he, is he ok?"
"The doctors think he'll pull through," she said. "They've noticed a change …"
"What do you mean a change? What kind of change?" John demanded.
"He slipped into a coma."
The room fell silent and Summer didn't like it.
"How long ago did this happen?" Sam finally asked, breaking the silence.
"Two days ago," she looked at him. "They don't know how long it will last or if he will wake up at all."
"He will! John said. "He is a fighter and he will wake up. He's not going to die."
"He will pull through, I'm sure of it," Sam said, almost trying to convince himself more than them. "He has to."
Summer turned toward the door making sure nobody heard her. "Is it gone? The…" she lowered her voice a bit. "…demon. Is it gone?" That was when she noticed the look on both their faces. The angry expression on John's, she also could feel the anger, and that told her things didn't go well. "What happened?"
"A lot," Sam answered. "And I'd rather not go into right now," he added.
Summer then met John's eyes and saw he was not going to tell her. She sighed already hating the fact that they were willing to keep her in the dark.
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The door opened and the four stepped inside the motel room, Dean leaning against Sam as he helped him inside the room while John and Summer followed. They all took a seat and the tension between the men began to annoy Summer, and she wanted answers.
"Ok," she finally spoke up after several minutes. "I want answers and I want answers now."
"You wanna hear the part when the demon nearly killed me?" Dean asked in a half-sarcastic way. "Or the part where…"
"Don't do that," Summer interrupted him with a sigh. "Don't be all sarcastic when this is serious."
"She's right," Sam spoke up. "This is serious and we have to be serious."
"What do you want me to say, huh?" Dean asked looking at him. "The demon got away. End of story.""We will find it again," John said. "It won't get away again when we find it."
"Yeah and how do you expect to find it?" Summer asked looking at him. "It took you a year to find it, and now what? Are you willing to look for it for another year?"
"If that's what I have to do, then yes," John told her. "And who are you to speak to me like this."
"Well I'm sorry. I'm just annoyed with all this tension. Being an empath isn't easy, you know."
"Yeah, I bet," Sam said.
John stood up and looked at them closely. "Once we've healed some more, we're going after this damned thing and it will die when we do."
"Where are you going?" Sam asked when he saw his dad walking toward the door.
"To my room," he told him before he left.
"Who is willing to bet he will leave without us?" Dean asked.
Sam and Summer didn't reply, they both knew Dean was right; John will leave without them; leaving them out of the search once again.