Just a heads up, this whole chapter will switch between Dean/Lizzy/Sammy, Sam/Lou, and at one point Bobby on his own. Everything is happening simultaneously.
"This is stupid," Lou warns again as she and Sam walk casually up to the monastery. In broad daylight. Without hiding.
"You got a better idea?" Sam asks, looking at the cracked open front door.
"Yeah!" she harshly whispers and follows. "Break in the back way and drain this bitch without being seen!"
"Honesty might be the best policy here," Sam reminds her.
"You really believe that, don't you?" Lou snaps as Sam pushes the front door open.
"I do… shit!" Sam exclaims before being grabbed.
"Sam!?" Lou rushes through the door after him with fear, getting grabbed right after him.
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"Careful," Lizzy whispers, watching Dean move as slowly and gently as he can as he's hunched over Sammy passed out on his back on one of the queen beds in the motel room.
He places the noise cancelling head set ever so carefully over Sammy's ears, the child having been asleep for a full twenty minutes now. When they're in place, Dean lets the item go and slowly backs away, face of pure awe as he's even impressed himself at this point. Sammy doesn't always sleep so soundly. He must be exhausted.
"Nice work, Hot Shot," Lizzy smiles at him with impression.
"Thank you," he nods appreciatively in a semi-bow. He then walks off for the bathroom, leaving the door open.
"Uh," Lizzy lets out a sigh as she flops onto her back on the other bed. "I'm tired."
"No you're not," Dean says to her from the bathroom.
"We drove for miles with a baby. It took a whole day."
"We do that every week… sometimes twice," he says to her while working away in the bathroom. "Hell, sometimes four times."
"Not Sammy and me," she reminds. "We were living pretty comfortably in a house for over a month. It was nice. And we didn't drive further than the park."
"Yeah, well… you wanted us back together, didn't you?"
"Yeah."
"Then I come with stipulations, sweetheart."
"I'd rather drive with you than stay put, don't worry," Lizzy smiles lightly, reveling in the fact that they're together.
"Good," Dean says as he walks out of the bathroom. He strikes a Superman pose for her, hands in fists at his hips as he looks to the side with an expression of pride. "So, how do I look? Like a good dad?"
One glance at him and she's doubled over in laughter. Dean's standing in front of her with the empty Baby Bjorn strapped to his chest… and not a single other item of clothing on.
"Oh my God!" she gets out while in hysterics, the look of him ridiculous at best.
"Hey, we had a deal," Dean points at her, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he watches her fall apart with his appearance.
"I never made any deals!"
"You told me you'd get on your knees if I wore this and only this," he reminds her, full blown grinning now.
"No, you told me I'd get on my knee if you wore that and only that. There's a difference," Lizzy laughs out, losing it.
"Hey, I got this piece of confusing crap on all by myself. I deserve a reward for that," he jokes some more, still hating the thing.
"Oh, you think so?" she asks, quieting her laughs. He does look silly but at the same time it actually does remind her of how amazing a father he's turning out to be.
"I know so," Dean says, sure of it.
"Well… in that case…." Lizzy keeps eye contact as she slides herself off the edge of the mattress and kneels on the floor across the room from him.
Dean's eyes blow wide and his grin drops. "Seriously?"
Lizzy licks her lips. "Seriously. Get over her, daddy."
As her words rush through him in a jolt of want, Dean takes a step forward…
…and stops when a well-known ghost flashes into vision right in front of him, blocking his path.
"You gotta call Lou and Sam!" Bobby says to Lizzy quickly the second he's able to manifest in the motel room. His back is to Dean and he's standing between the two of them at a most inopportune time.
"Crap," Dean quietly angers out with shock as he rushes back into the bathroom and out of sight, the door cracked so he can hear what's going on without being visible.
"Bobby… what the fuck…?" Lizzy starts to ask but her father figure isn't willing to wait.
"Call Lou now!" Bobby tells her, pointing to the phone on the nightstand he sees as she stands up from the floor. "They're walking head first into a trap and we need to warn them!"
"What trap!?" Lizzy starts to get very scared. That ominous explanation combined with Bobby's agitated state has her alarmed already. She snatches her phone off the nightstand.
"They went after the Alpha but he knows their coming," Bobby fires out, getting madder and madder by the second. "Time's wasting! Dial!"
"Shit," Lizzy says as she opens the contacts and dials Lou's cell. She listens to it ring. And ring. And ring….
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"I told you this was a bad fucking idea," Lou half whispers, not really caring if the vampires manhandling them through the monastery hear her or not. They were caught. Sam wanted to walk through the front door like an idiot and, like a bigger idiot, she followed him against her better judgment.
Sam ignores her to speak to the captors. "Listen, we aren't here for a fight…."
"That's why you walked in here machetes out, right?" smirks a male Vamp holding his right arm as Sam pulls on him to slow down and listen.
"That's just it, we walked in here," Sam points out. "Of course we took precautions but we just want to talk."
The three other vampires all laugh at the idea as the fourth keeps talking. "We'll just see how he feels about that."
Lou and Sam are pressed front first into the wall of one of the hallways and frisked. Every weapon and syringe is taken off of them while they're pinned in place.
"Yup, awesome plan…" Lou complains, so pissed that they took this route. She right then feels her phone in her jeans pocket vibrating.
The vampire notices too. He pulls it out and looks at the screen. "Well, guess Lizzy will just have to wait, hm?" he tells her before dropping it to the floor and stepping on it.
"Fucking asshole," she mutters, pictures of Sammy that have been on there now lost.
The vampire yanks her ponytail back and her head tilts hard, Sam flinching with the sudden harsh move. "Watch your mouth, Lou. Don't think our Father's gonna take too kindly to that tone. Let's go."
They both get shoved down the hallway a little further, on their way to seeing the Alpha.
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"Shit. She's not answering," Lizzy tells him when the call goes to voicemail. "Louie! Bobby just showed up! He says wherever you're going, it's a trap! Don't go in! Call me the second you get this!"
"What the hell is going on?" Dean asks, walking into the main room as he pulls down the t-shirt he just put back on, now dressed in a t-shirt and jeans.
"Balls!" Bobby complains and paces the room. "That Alpha knows they're coming."
"What!?" Lizzy asks, blood turning to ice in her veins.
"How?" Dean wonders, not seeing how they could have screwed up so badly.
"Long story short, they saved some girl the Alpha held captive but she's got one hell of a case of Stockholm Syndrome. She tipped 'em off."
"Where are they?" Dean wonder, looking around the room to guess how long it would take to pack up and get to them.
"Montana. Ya ain't gonna get there fast enough and they locked the damn flask in the motel safe." He sighs heavily. "What the hell were they thinking!?"
The mirror over the desk in the room cracks into pieces and Lizzy stares wide eyed at the damage that Bobby caused with just his anger. "Bobby, you might need to calm down…."
"They should be goin' after Dick by now!" Bobby fires out and bulb inside the lamp on the nightstand bursts.
"Hey, hey, hey," Dean says calmly as he steps towards Bobby with his palms out. "Deep breathe, Bobby."
"I don't breathe!" he fires back, not coming down at all.
"They can handle it," Dean lies completely. He has no idea what's going to happen and the second they get Bobby to relax a bit he's on his phone calling Sam.
"If you're not gonna help them, then I guess it's all on me!" Bobby shouts and blinks out once more, the chill in the room dissipating, and Lizzy left standing there with shock on her face as Dean walks for her.
"You alright?" he asks, knowing she must be jarred. She used to get upset when Bobby would be even the slightest bit mad at her when he was alive. This is far worse.
"No… but it's fine," she shakes her head, the distress of the moment all over her face. "Call Sam. Now."
Dean grabs his phone from the bed Sammy's asleep on and calls up Sam right away….
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Sam can feel the vibration of his phone in his front pocket as he and Lou get shoved into a big, ornate dining room. He doesn't have time to even wonder who it might be calling as he stumbles forward a bit. Once he stands up tall he looks down from his end of the long, wooden carved dining table to see exactly who he came here to talk to seated at the other end.
"A Winchester," the Alpha Vampire comments when he sees Sam. His eyes slide to his side to see a petite woman with terribly dyed red hair and an angry scowl on her face. "And Louise Becker. I'm intrigued."
Lou's eyes widen huge when he says her name. "I'm sorry… have we met?"
"Never formally, but I never forget one of my children," he tells her in his deep voice, a twitch of a smile in the corner of his mouth. "You were one of mine for quite some time, if my math is right. Four years."
"I was in Purgatory for most of that so…" she just shrugs, her heart pounding in his presence. She had heard so much about him in her time as a vampire. If the vampire legends are even half true she should be terrified.
"Nasty place, Purgatory… from what I hear at least," he snarls with the name of the place. "From what I had hoped for you, it was a shame you were gone for so long. It would have been lovely having you on our side."
"The whole… blood drinking thing? Didn't agree with me, thanks," Lou comments, ready to spew more sarcasm but it interrupted when a door to the side of the room opens.
"Emily," Sam says sharply the second he sees the girl walk into the room, the kneejerk fear and worry for her hitting him hard.
But then she keeps walking, her feet taking her right towards the Alpha. "Hi, Sam," she greets light and cheery as she leans into the side of the wooden chair, carved and designed to look nothing less than a throne, her hand coming to the Alpha's shoulder with a warm smile.
"You gotta be shitting me," Lou comments as they see it all for what it is. They were duped. "Oscar worthy performance there, honey."
"You were gonna hurt my daddy," she explains easily, her smile even wider to be in the Alpha's presence. He hums as he touches her hand and she looks at home.
"As much as I feel like hurting your daddy would be retribution for all I've been through... we weren't gonna do that." She looks to the side at Sam with a patronizing smile, still pissed that she went with his idea. "My man here had a better idea. It was a terrible one but he's lucky I like him."
The Alpha snarls. "A Winchester with one of my own. How very fascinating how this world tends to work out."
"I ain't yours, pal," Lou reminds strongly. "Not anymore."
"Look. We're here to talk. That's it," Sam prepares to put it all out on the table and get this show on the road.
The Alpha just laughs at him. "Now that my guys have taken your blades and your syringes of tainted blood. Is that what you mean?"
"We just wanted protection in case we were attacked before we could talk to you," Sam honestly explains. "The weapons were a backup plan."
"Do you see me as that kind of a savage, to bite first and question everything later?" he wonders, thinking himself more stately and civilized than all that.
"Well… aren't you?" Lou asks, knowing from the inside of the vamp organization that he is that savage.
One of the vampires behind her, guarding the main door out of the room, moves forward immediately and grabs the back of her head. He slams her forward and her face smashes into the heavy wooden table before she falls to her knees with the massive hit she never saw coming.
"Lou!" Sam shouts and steps towards, the other vampires on guard moving closer to him, prepared to stop him. He pauses, not reaching for her in order to keep things calm and together, despite his pull to make sure she's well. He'd dying inside when she tries to slowly get up with a dazed look in her eyes and her hand to her mouth, blood dripping from her lips.
"Don't think I deserved that…." Lou complains, getting up with effort.
"Lou?" Sam tries again, this time making no moves towards her.
"I'm fine, Sam," Lou mutters, spitting blood onto the floor and knowing what the scent might be doing to the creatures in the room.
"I'm going to peel off your faces and drink you slowly…" the Alpha starts, getting angry with their presence in his home.
"Just listen," Sam nearly begs. "You need us."
"Oh, yes. I am thirsty!"
"The plague! We know what it is!" Sam gets desperate, thinking he has limited time to get him to listen as he grows impatient. "What do you know about Leviathan?"
The Alpha snarls. "A bit."
"You know they're poisoning the food supply?" Sam asks, ready to get it all out there, needing to get the Vampire on their side.
"Roman didn't mention that when we met for dinner last fall."
With the information, Lou sighs and drops her head heavily. "Of course," she mutters under her breathe.
"We made lots of plans," The Alpha continues. "We are on excellent terms, he and I."
"Roman's a lying dick," Lou fires out with anger.
"Roman is on our side," the Vampire rebuts. "Monster to monster congeniality and all."
"Did he forget to tell you that the OG Cush he was lacing the food with would be poison for vamps all around the country?" Lou keeps trying. "I doubt he did."
It's small but the quick change in the Alpha's expression with the news, that of serious surprise and concern, isn't lost on Sam. He saw it.
"He said you'd all live together, didn't he?" Sam questions, the lack of respond a positive answer. "You really believe him? You think your children are dying by accident? There's pesticide in the formula!"
"It suits you to think so," he excuses, not ready to believe he's been duped. "You need me on your side."
"Dude, we're not the ones being burned from the inside out when we grab a snack, okay?" Lou points out. "Think about what's happening here. Your children are dying because they just want to eat. That's never happened before now. Why do you think that is?"
With her mouth running like that, the Alpha eyes her. "Shame you somehow made it back and returned to your former, human form. I like your conviction. I like your strength."
"I like that you're not stupid," Lou tells him, turning it around. "You've been around longer than I can fathom. Don't start being stupid now. Listen to us. You gonna let that Leviathan trick you into extinction?"
"Think about it. Whatever deal he made with you was crap!" Sam adds in.
"And I'm not saying this makes us friends," Lou sets it straight. "I'm not gonna lie and make it sound like we're buddy-buddy. We just need to off the bigger bad that's far bigger than both of us right now before both you and I become nothing."
The Alpha takes a moment, looking down at the table to think all they tell him over. He then glances at Emily by his side, her face slightly fearful with everything they're being told, and he looks back at the hunter with new eyes. They aren't lying… possibly. "Why are you telling me this?"
"Because we can stop Dick." Lou smiles, knowing he's coming around.
"We can stop all of it," Sam tells him. "We just… we need your blood for the weapon."
The Vampire chuckles to himself. "So now you want to prevent the extermination of the vampire race."
"Hell no," Lou answers very quickly, the words out before her brain can catch up. "I want to stab you in your smug face for what your kind has done to me. But today, stopping the end of the vamps… well, it beats going down with you."
The side door opens once more and everyone looks to it, watching a very young boy walk into the room.
"Allan, darling..." the Alpha starts as the boy walks to the opposite side of him than Emily.
"You gotta be fucking kidding me," Lou balls her fists and breathes out hard, her blood boiling with anger over the way the Alpha conducts his business. How many kids has he stolen?
"Hey," Sam whispers to her, just enough to get her attention. When she locks eyes with him he makes a gesture, lowering his hand to tell her to take it down. Of course, she rolls her eyes at him.
"What's wrong?" the Alpha asks him.
"Edgar's here," Allen tells him.
Lou and Sam's stomachs drop to the ground as they exchange very concerned expressions. Alpha vamp and his minions was enough. Now a Leviathan in the mix? They weren't ready for this, especially with no weapons.
"What a fucking coincidence!" Lou's arms fly out by her sides with defeat.
Sam stays focused. "We need soap. Any cleaner with borax in it, it'll burn them and make them weak. And we need knives…"
The Alpha holds up a hand to stop him. He then looks to his guards. "Put them in the study."
"What?!" Sam asks, horrified.
"No! You need us!" Lou yells at him. "We can help you take care of Edgar!"
"Word of advice," the Alpha stops them both. "You do not live through centuries of fire and ice and continental divide... by jumping to conclusions."
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"Son of a bitch," Dean complains as he also gets a voicemail message for the third time. Neither are picking up the phone. They must already be at where they were headed. "Damn it, Sam! Answer the phone!" Dean complains as he starts to leave a message. "Ghost Dad was here and he said you're walking into a trap. Call me! And you better not be dead!"
He tosses his phone back onto the bed, Sammy still asleep and none the wiser with his headset on.
"What the fuck do we do?" Lizzy asks him, confused.
"We leave and head towards them," Dean tells her, pulling his duffle off the floor and onto the foot of a bed, ready to pack quickly.
"Towards them where?" she points out. "We don't even know where in Montana they are."
"Well we can't just sit here," Dean says with an edge to his voice.
"We can't just pack up a sleeping baby and drive in whatever direction we guess… and towards an Alpha at that."
"I'm not gonna sit here while Sam's out there with his balls in the Alpha Vamp's clutches!" Dean yells at her.
"Don't scream at me," Lizzy tells him right away.
"I'm not screaming at you!" he screams in frustration, completely going against what he's telling her.
She eyes him hard and he takes it down a notch, backing a step away from his duffle.
With a heavy sigh, he tells her calmly as he can, "Ok, so maybe I was screaming at you."
"You're not good at helplessness, I know," Lizzy reminds him that she knows him well. "But… it's Sam. And it's Lou. Between the two of them they've conquered Hell, Purgatory, Lucifer, and everything in between. You think they can't handle some vamps?"
"It's the Alpha."
"So?"
"And it's a trap."
"And how many traps have you walked into, yet here you are," Lizzy shrugs.
Dean washes a hand down his face with her good point. "So you're not even worried a little bit?"
"Oh, I'm crazy worried," Lizzy admits. "But at the same time, if anyone can handle it, it's them. I have faith in them."
Dean nods, gritting his teeth. "So what do we do, sit on our thumbs?"
"And wait for them to call us back, yes," Lizzy tells him. "There's nothing we can do. Not right now."
Dean walks across the room just to let out some nervous energy. Lizzy says nothing, just lets him. She does get how hard this is.
And she doesn't know what to do either. The helplessness is awful.
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"You got anything?" Lou asks as she yanks on the door handle of the room she and Sam have been locked into. It doesn't budge and since her lock pick was taken when they arrived she's not getting past this door.
"Nothing," Sam answers, trying the yank open a window one more time. He gives up.
"We could always just break the window and run," Lou suggests.
"You don't think they'd hear that and come after us?" Sam counters, knowing it'd never get them far.
"True," she sighs.
"You think Edgar's here for the same reason we are?" Sam wonders aloud as they stand in the middle of the room and look around, trying to be creative about weapons and escape plans. "I mean, look, if they figured out that we're here to get Alpha blood for a weapon..."
"I think the fact that the Alpha and Edgar are both here just spells we're screwed," Lou tells him her honest opinion on their situation. "Trust me, the Alpha is smarter than smart. I know firsthand. Why the hell do you think he locked us in here?"
"We're his enemy." Sam huffs a laugh of helplessness. "And they're, like, monster cousins or something, aren't they?"
"Don't compare us to those dipshit Leviathan!" Lou angrily counters and Sam just looks at her with a shocked face.
"Um… us who?" Sam asks, knowing she's slipped up a bit with that one. She's identifying with the vampires in the situation.
"Not… us," she tries to clarify as her cheeks heat up. How embarrassing. "Just… even in Purgatory there was a clear line between Leviathans and… well, everything else. Vampires aren't even close to the scum that Levis are."
Sam pauses again, worry ruling his system. "Are you gonna be able to whack the Alpha if it comes to that?"
"Of course!" Lou gets insulted. "Why wouldn't I!?"
"Because he was your father or whatever for four years," Sam reminds her. "That's a long time."
"He wasn't my father, okay?" Lou darkly tells him and he understand through her tone that he needs to shut up now. Hands on her hips, she looks around and sees an IV bag with hose and needle attached. "Hey." She picks it up and shows the needle to Sam, knowing who the more skilled in lock picking is in this room. "You think you could pick a lock with this?"
Sam doesn't answer, just quirks up one corner of his mouth and takes it from her, unscrewing it from the hose. "Only problem is, we gave up all our Vamptonite."
"Says you," Lou smiles, already proud of herself as she walks to the table next to Sam. While keeping eye contact with him, she lifts her foot and plants a boot into the surface. She then reaches down and pulls a hidden syringe from the heavy sock that just sticks out the top of her boot.
"It worries me how sneaky you are," Sam lets her know as he takes the needle from the IV and heads to unlock the door.
"What!? Sneaky?" Lou feigns insult. "More like brilliant…."
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Standing in the motel room, his flask locked away in the safe, Bobby paces. The fire place roars to life, drawers in furniture fly open, lights flicker, and Bobby's rage grows by the second.
"Gotta get outta here," he comments as the television turns itself on. He pauses and watches as a reporter speaks of Richard Roman Enterprises and the massive leaps and bounds the company has made in the past few months.
His anger goes into overdrive, shattering a mirror and a ceiling light.
Interrupting his ire-tantrum, the maid knocks on the door. "Hello?"
Bobby gets an idea.
The maid enters the room, immediately crossing her arms and shivering with the extreme cold in the air. Her breath comes out in puffs of white.
Bobby appears to her out of thin air and she jumps at the shock of it.
"I need your help."
Fear. It's all over her. "Get away from me." She tries to run but Bobby teleports, materializing in front of her again and blocking her.
"Listen, I need out of here," he nearly begs.
"Please!" she screams and runs for the door.
Bobby lunges after her, diving onto the woman. He gets into her when he jumps for her, possessing her with the amount of strength he's been able to build up. They fall to the ground together.
After a second, the maid's body sits up slowly and brushes away the dark liquid ectoplasm leaking from one of her eyes.
"Just need you a little while," Bobby explains to the maid in her own voice as he stands up and heads immediately for the safe. He's corporeal in every sense and it'll make this jail break a whole lot easier now. "Just till I get the bastard."
He gets ready to try every combination he can think of. He gets it on the first attempt.
Sammy's birthday.
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"We come from you," they hear the Alpha say, a touch of anger in his tone.
"Barely," Edgar returns without fear.
"Sounds like trouble in paradise," Sam flatly comments within a whisper as they slink down the hallway together, their machetes in hand after finding their stashed weapons in the kitchen.
"I am the son of Eve!" the Alpha yells and Lou shakes her head.
"Yeah, I think their business deal is falling through," she agrees.
"A pathetic mutt," Edgar brushes the mention of Eve aside. "Hardly one of us. I knew Eve, and honestly... your mommy was a whore."
They hear the scuffle happening right after the Alpha's voice growls. It's hit the fan.
"Come on," Sam says to her a little louder and they drop the spy act. They run down the hallway. By the time they get into the large dining room they watch as the Alpha Vampire douses Edgar with the cleaning solution that was clearly in the silver bowl on the table. Edgar starts to sizzle and burn and Sam sees his opportunity.
He runs up behind him just as he's about to start eating the Alpha and swings hard with his machete. Edgar's head goes flying and his body drops into a pile.
There's a pause for a moment. Lou standing beside Sam and the Alpha looking at them with wide eyes, shocked that they saved him.
But then Lou's brain kick starts. "Grab a glass. We're juicing this freak!" She marches towards the Alpha with her machete raised.
"No!" Emily shouts and stands between the two, protecting her captor.
"Back off, purity ring," Lou warns, not wanting to hurt the girl.
With the threat, the Alpha reaches past his girl and grabs Lou's jacket by the lapels. When threatened, he will defend his children not unlike any other parent. Clearly the hunter doesn't understand that.
When Lou's back slams into the table after being flipped harshly onto it, her eyes looking above her with shock, the Alpha leans down closely to her, fangs bared. "You may have been my child for a time, but you no longer are. I do not have any qualms about killing you."
"Back away from her!" Booms out Sam's voice.
The Alpha looks behind him to see Sam standing with Emily in a head lock, his machete to her throat.
"I'll let your girl go if you let mine go," Sam says with a steeled face, absolutely filled with fire over the threat to Lou.
The Alpha backs away a step from Lou and Sam lets Emily go, the young girl running for the Vampire immediately. She hugs him hard around the middle and he pets her long hair.
"Easy now, Emily," he tells her with her upset state. "I'd never let these swine hurt you."
"Now, that's rich... coming from the guy who took her off the swing-set," Sam counters with anger as he helps Lou off the table quickly, both ready with their machetes as fast as possible.
And the Alpha is fed up with the hunters. "Do you want to do this fight, or do you want my blood?"
Neither hunter speaks. They weren't ready for that question.
The Alpha walks over to the head of the table, Emily following closely behind him, and he takes a seat once more at the head of the long ornate table. With a long fingernail he slices his wrist and lets his blood drip into a goblet from his place setting.
Once he feels he's let enough collect, he stands once more and hands the glass to Sam, the responsible one of the two. "For taking care of Edgar. Now go."
"What about the little boy?" Sam asks, knowing how hard he is pushing his luck.
"Are you joking!?" the Vampire outrages.
"How many other kids you do you have stashed away?" Lou asks him, eyeing him hard.
"At the moment, just him."
Lou twirls her machete once, ready to fight him for the right to save Allen. Emily is long gone, her damage so deep that she really does look to the Alpha as a father. She's a lost cause. But knowing Allen is still there, still so young and saveable? She can't allow it and she knows Sam can't either. They both can just imagine Sammy in Allen's place and they're not leaving without him.
Knowing the fight wouldn't be worth it, the Alpha rolls his eyes and sighs. "Emily... help Allan with his coat. He's leaving with Sam and Lou."
Sam and Lou wait as Emily leaves the room and comes back with a suitcase that she hands to Allen.
"Come on, honey," Lou smiles at him, warming up immediately and hoping to ease the poor kid's worries. "Let's get you somewhere safer, hm?" She drops an arm around his shoulders and Sam follows them towards the door.
"What? No thank you?" the Vampire outrages as they leave without another word. Lou and Sam pause to look back as he speaks to them. "Oh, right, right. Your flesh is crawling. All you really want to do is kill me now. You hate having to wait and come back and try again."
Lou's eyes narrow and get dangerous. "I would love nothing more than to end your bloodsucking, piece of over-inflated-ego ass."
"Is that how a former child of mine should speak to me?" he sneers in return.
"As a former child… I want to chop that arrogant head right off your neck." She turns back around and ushers Allen towards the door again.
"I wouldn't leave that head too close to that body for too long," Sam tells him, joining Lou.
"See you next season," the Alpha snaps with upset.
"Can't fucking wait," Lou responds without turning back, holding up her hand over her head and flipping him off before disappearing out of the door.
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"Ugh," Lou complains hard as she stretches out her back while she walks with Sam down the motel hallway to their room after dropping Allen with the local police department. "I think that toss onto the table jacked my back up a little."
"Hot shower?" Sam asks her, thinking it's the best course of action to loosen her up after such a long day and harsh attack.
"You coming with?" she cocks an eyebrow up at him.
Sam just huffs a laugh. "Not sure I'd stay awake long enough to not drown."
"What if I promise to keep you awake?" she tries again.
"Tempting… shit," Sam pauses mid step when he looks at their motel room door. It's cracked open and there's no way they left it that way. Granted, Emily broke out and maybe didn't close it but no hunter would make that assumption.
"What now?" Lou complains as she pulls out her gun and pushes the door open. The room is empty. "Bobby?"
"Crap, Lou," Sam calls to her after he follows her in, pointing to the opened safe. "He's gone."
"Fucking old man," Lou bitches as she replaces her gun and tries to pull out her phone. Then she remembers the vamps smashed it. "Shit."
"What?" Sam asks, knowing whatever is happening isn't good.
"My phone's toast. Can you call Dean or something, give them a heads up that Bobby's gone rogue?" she asks of him.
Sam nods and takes out his phone. He then sighs with a groan when he sees the multiple notifications for voicemails and texts from Dean. "Crap…."
"What?"
"I have about three voicemails and six texts… telling my Sasquatch ass to call him yesterday since we're walking into a trap."
"Fucking great," Lou sarcastically says. "How'd he know?"
"One guess," Sam arches an eyebrow, and dials Dean's number.
"Bobby." Lou groans and plops down on the end of the bed in the room.
Where the fuck have you been!?
Even Lou could hear that loud and clear. Sam pulls the phone away from his ear, shocked by the volume.
"Dean, calm down," Sam tries to say but Dean won't let him. His mouth runs and Lou huffs a laugh at the way Dean will never change. "We're fine. And we got the blood."
There's a pause on the other line. Sam smirks as he glances at Lou.
"Yes, seriously. We got what we came for and we got out of there…. No, he's still breathing…. Because I figured that without you around I'd get to try something new. I talked to him."
Lou rolls her eyes. She knows it all worked out in the end with minimal pain and damage, but she still stands by the back door, sneak in, kill the Alpha asshole and do it right, but hey. Whatever.
"Yeah, I know. And trust me, Lou's on your side," Sam huffs a laugh. "But the point is we got the blood. But we got other problems now…. I know, just when you think it can't get worse, right?" Sam sighs heavily as he prepares for the verbal beating. "Bobby's gone."
Lou starts packing up the room, knowing Sam and her dream of sleeping for a couple hours before heading back to the cabin is long gone now.
"He… I don't know, man. We got back to the room and the safe we put the flask in was empty. I don't know how he did it but he has the flask…. I know. Makes him free as bird now."
Sam watches Lou packing and gets the picture. No sleep for a day straight and now they're driving all the way back to Whitefish. Damn it, he's tired.
"I don't have a clue but I know Dick is his main motivation. He's been Hulking out over Dick since he died…." Sam closes his eyes and rubs his sockets with his free hand. Sam plops down on the foot of the bed with a sigh. "Lemme put you on speaker," he says and pulls the phone away from his ear. He switches to speaker mode. "Alright, Lou's listening."
"Me too," Lizzy is heard saying. "What the hell happened?"
"No idea," Sam admits as he pulls his EMF meter from the bag on the bed behind him. He switches it on. "Only residual EMF left. He's long gone."
"But how is that even possible?" Lizzy asks.
"We don't know," Sam admits. "We weren't expecting Bobby to find a way to take a physical object with him for more than a few minutes."
"Shit, this sounds bad," Dean comments and at the same time Lou and Sam both hear a babbling voice in the background.
"What's Sammy doing awake?" Lou asks, grabbing Sam's wrist and looking at his watch. Three in the morning.
"Too much excitement," Lizzy says, sounding equally exhausted. "We were about to pack up and head to the cabin before dawn. We knew you guys were probably in trouble but we didn't know what to do…."
"Go to sleep," Sam tells them. "There's nothing more you can do until we meet back up. Let him get some rest before you drive, you guys do the same."
"Nah, we're awake now so we'll start driving. Sammy sleeps like a brick in the car anyways," Dean denies the idea. "We'll just meet you guys at the cabin to summon Crowley for his blood."
"Goodie," Lou complains, not wanting to see him again. She gets the heebs just being in his presence. "Alright. We'll just have to load up on coffee or something."
"What do we do about Bobby?" Sam asks for Dean's opinion.
"What can we do?" Dean points out. "He's in the wind, man. He could be anywhere. We focus on the finish line and we'll deal with him later."
"Yeah, alright," Sam nods and takes a deep breath. "We'll catch you back at the cabin."
"Be safe," Lizzy says to them and the line cuts out.
Lou tilts her head up while still next to him and Sam looks at her. They share a moment, eyes locked, before Lou says, "I'll take first shift driving?"
"Only if you take something for your back," he suggests for her. "Sitting still for that long probably won't help."
Her face morphs into something slightly sad. "I'm tired."
"It's a marathon, Lou. Not a sprint," Sam smiles just slightly, knowing he's just as done.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she says with a lack of enthusiasm as she stands up to get moving. When she tries to walk away, Sam catches her wrist and pulls her back towards him. He lightly holds her hips and moves her closer until she's standing between his knees, their eyes level. "What?" she asks quietly, her hands on his shoulders.
He takes a moment to simply look at her blue eyes. "Nothing. I just… I wanted a second."
She smiles lightly as she looks right back at him, enjoying the quiet stolen sliver of time they've had in the very busy past days. It's been constant and scary and everything she asked for by wanting to get back on the road. But Sam erases the bad of it all just by looking at her with those expressive hazel eyes filled with an affection he shouldn't be capable of after all he's been through.
Lou brings her hands to the back of his neck, weaving into the hair that's gotten a little too long these days, and she shares a very uncharacteristic smile with him before leaning into him again, this time pressing her lips to his sweetly. His hands come up her back and hold her close. This makes it worth it.
When Lou ends the kiss she takes an extra few seconds to look at him. He's just so sweet deep in there, even after being a killing machine all day. "How do you just shut it off like that?"
Sam shrugs and slightly shakes his head. "You."
"Me?" she asks and he nods. "What the hell did I do?"
"Nothing," he answers, wrinkling his forehead with the fact that she doesn't get it.
And there he goes again, making her feel like such a lame-o that her cheeks heat up in embarrassment. She looks away.
"Someday you're gonna accept that we're a good thing and not get weird about it," he grins as he stands up, hands coming to her jaw. He ducks down and kisses her.
"I know we're a good thing, dumbass," Lou tells him as she pushes him in the chest a little before backing up a step. "You just make it a whole stupid, girly thing."
"You know, most women would find that a good quality in a guy," Sam counters, index finger pointed at her before he goes to finish packing up.
"Oh, I ain't most women, Giant," Lou smirks and joins him in packing.
"Well aware," Sam lets her know. "Alright, pack and food stop?"
"Donuts. And a lot of coffee," Lou tells him.
"No donuts," Sam reminds. "Corn syrup."
"Fuck me…."
So much happening...