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Chapter 10

The following morning we met in Dean's room to show him the maps confident that we had narrowed down the Docs whereabouts. Dean received a call from Bobby as we were trying to decide which cabin. As soon as Dean said Bela's name we stopped what we were doing.

"C'mon we're going after Bela," he hung up.

"What, whoa whoa hold on a second," Sam tried to stop Dean.

"C'mon clocks ticking," Dean pulled on his jacket and shouldered his back. Sam and I stared at him in disbelief. He was just going to leave the case unfinished.

"I think we should stay here and finish the case," Sam declared.

I stepped in sensing a dispute brewing, "look Dean. Sam's right if people are dying we should finish the case. We could have it done by tonight and then be on the road after Bela." It seemed reasonable to me.

"By which time she will have moved on and we'll be right back where we started. Be realistic Alice," Dean grabbed his car keys. Sometimes I hated how stubborn the Winchesters' were. It certainly made life difficult.

"You don't know that," I protested as I tried to get him to see reason.

"Shut up Alice, we're going," Dean snapped.

At this point Sam cut in, "Don't snap at Alice she's trying to help." Giving up I went back over to the maps. If finding Bela was that important then Sam and Dean could go and I could stay and finish the case. Seemed like the perfect solution to me.

Sam and Dean argued about chasing immortality for Dean. I could see why Sam would want to stay but it wouldn't exactly be pleasant way for Dean to survive and it would mean killing people. When Dean challenged Sam about the case I had to abandon the maps once more. I wasn't exactly pleased to hear that Sam had known since the get go that it was Doctor Benton, he could have been honest from the start. It would have saved us some time; we wouldn't have to go looking for zombie deaths.

"All you're trying to do is chasing slicey McHackey. To kill him? No, you want to buy him a freakin' beer, you want to study him," Dean stepped closer to his brother. I couldn't blame Dean for being angry, hell I was pissed at Sam as well but now really wasn't the time to go falling out.

"I was trying to help," Sam defended. He was right; he probably was trying to help. The issue was that he went about it the wrong way. Keeping secrets never works.

"You're not helping, you forget that if I welch on this deal you die," Dean turned away from his brother. I stood there gobsmacked. Why hadn't I known that Sam would die? I thought this hole time we had been working for a way to stop the deal. Dean looked at me, "Oh Sammy that's just great, you didn't tell Alice that little detail."

"No he didn't," I answered not bothering to hide my annoyance. Sam tried to apologise but I wouldn't let him. We could sort that out later. One argument at a time. I lay down on Sam's bed, exasperated with the pair of them. Oh Sam was so sleeping in his own bed tonight.

"It's just like Bobby said, we kill the demon holding my contract and this whole damn thing wipes clean, that's our best shot" Dean was almost ready to leave.

"Give me strength," I muttered as I stared at the ceiling, neither Winchester heard me.

"Even if we had the colt Dean who are you going to shoot?" I gave up and let them sort this out between themselves. I would have my battle with Sam later.

"Well shoot the hell hounds before they slash me up," Dean zipped up his bag, "now are you coming or not?"

"I'm staying here," Sam looked at me waiting for my answer. Give me a demon any day, this was unbearable.

"No you're not," Dean cut in, "because I'm not going to let you wonder out into the woods alone to track some organ stealing freak."

"You're not going to let me? How you gonna stop me?" Sam asked his brother before sighing, "Look man, we're trying to do the same thing here."

"I know," Dean answered, "but I'm going so if you want to stay, stay." If Sam was going to stay then I'd stay with him. Dean was right; he couldn't go off into the woods alone. If Sam went with Dean then I could stay and finish the case although that would probably start a whole new disagreement because neither one of them would let me go into the woods alone even if I could handle a gun with ease.

Sam folded his arms and chewed on his lip as he looked over at me; Dean shouldered his bag and opened the door, "Sammy be careful."

"You too," Sam looked back his brother.

"Alice look after him," I nodded and stared at the closed door. Sam let out a heavy sigh, maybe now was not the best time to have it out with Sam over the little detail about Dean's deal that he had forgotten to mention.

I stood up from the bed and went to comfort Sam. Why was I always picking up the pieces? "Sam don't worry, this whole mess will sort itself out. Maybe this is the best option. Dean gets Bela, we get to finish the case and save some lives."

"You aren't angry at me?" he asked. Oh I had been angry but I got past that and moved onto being annoyed. It sounded like a pretty big deal to me,

"I'm not angry; I'm pissed but not angry. You should have told me, in case you hadn't noticed there are two people in this relationship. If you die there's only one," maybe I wouldn't hold off on proving my point.

"I know and I'm sorry," he apologised. I knew he meant it but I wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily. This would cost him several cups of coffee and an expensive box of chocolates.

"Yeah well, remember what you told me when we hunted that Shapeshifter? You told me to trust you. Newsflash Sam, trust works both ways," I felt guilty for making him feel worse but I couldn't help myself.

He unfolded his arms and ran his hands down from my shoulders, "I realise that. I was only trying to keep you safe; you've lost too many people in your lifetime."

"I don't need you to keep me safe. That I can manage on my own and besides you have lost people too," I countered. My mood was swinging back towards angry. Sam and I had never really disagreed before, not like this.

"You know what? You're too damn independent for your own good," I wrenched myself free from Sam.

"You know what?" I imitated, "This isn't about me it's about you."

I really didn't want to make matters worse. If I stayed with Sam it would no doubt result in a bigger argument so I grabbed my jacket and went back to my room.

"Where are you going?" Sam called. I desperately wanted to ignore him but on seconds thoughts I decided that it would be easier to reply.

"To my room or is that too independent for you?" I hollered back. Sam didn't follow me which was probably for the best. We'd patch things up later, for the time being we needed to be apart. I wanted to be alone so that I could calm down and Sam needed time to think and realise he was being an ass.

In attempt to keep myself busy I cleaned. I'd allowed dirty clothes to pile up on the floor and left empty food wrappers on the table. As for the bed I hadn't made that either I'd even gone as far as leaving a wet towel on the bed. I yanked it off and was almost tempted to throw it back on the bed to cover the wet page that had formed underneath. Oh today just gets better.

With the room spotless I was at a loss as to what to do. Part of me wanted to go next door to Sam and apologise but a part of me also wanted to leave him stewing a while longer. Shoving Sam from my mind I settled on my book but that was no use either. I still couldn't believe that he didn't tell me he could die. Sorry but that is a big detail to just conveniently forget.

There was a knock on my door. I knew it was Sam. For a moment I debated whether or not to answer before deciding on answering. I closed my book and chucked it onto my bed and opened the door.

"Hi," he greeted guiltily with his hands behind his back.

"Hi," I answered. The air was still somewhat tense.

"I'm sorry," he apologised.

"Me too," well this conversation was going places.

"I bought you these, to say sorry," Sam pulled out a bag of m&m's.

I took them from him and stepped aside, "in that case you better come in and we can sort this out." Opening the bag of m&m's I sat on the bed and patted it, "sit." I shoved a handful into my mouth before offering the bag to Sam who had been clever enough to know that chocolate would fix everything.

"I wanted to tell you but felt that if I did then you would try everything you could to stop me from saving Dean. He's my brother I'm not going to just sit back and watch him die," Sam handed me back the bag.

"I think I would do the same if it was between my brother and me," I didn't want to admit it. It seemed like I was admitting that Sam did the right thing. He didn't. He smiled slightly. "That still doesn't mean that it was right."

He bowed his head slightly, "I know and I'm really sorry."

"Okay enough apologising. I'm bored with it we've moved on to kissing and making up," I smiled.

"I like the sound of that," he answered as he pulled me back onto the bed.

I was more than happy to spend the day in bed with Sam but we had a job to do although first we needed a car maybe a nice sporty number. Then again it wasn't exactly practical for tearing down dirt tracks looking for hunting cabins.

By nightfall we had searched two cabins and had moved onto our third. "You watch it be the last cabin in the area. We will have wasted all day," I said to Sam as we picked our way through the dense bushes.

As look would have it the cabin was the one. Having silently snuck through the creaky front door and cast a glance around the room we realised that it had been used recently. We rifled through a couple of books until Sam found a red book with a black symbol. He waved it in my direction and put it in the inside picket of his jacket. We continued to look around the cabin, "Sam," I whispered. He looked round at me and I gestured to a trap door in the floor.

Sam handed me his torch and I shone his and mine onto the trap door as he lifted it up. Taking his torch back he began to climb down, I followed him and took the hand he offered. Just like the door the steps made a creaking sound.

Reaching the bottom I looked up to see a body on a gurney not moving. I took the lead ahead of Sam and went to check for a pulse, "dead." His chest had been sliced open and his heart was missing. I turned around to see if Sam had heard me but he was no longer behind me. Franticly I searched through the dark before seeing him behind some sheets where there was a modified wooden table. On it was a woman. Her arm covered in maggots.

Upon seeing Sam she let out a noise halfway between a cry and a yelp. Sam placed a hand over her mouth, "she I'm going to help, err," I handed him a cloth so that he could cover her arm.

I helped Sam free her from the table, "it's okay, we're going to get you out of here," I reassured her. A noise from above as the door opened made us all look up. I lowered my eyes and looked at Sam. We exchanged a worried glance and hurried to get the woman out through a small window.

We retraced out steps at a running pace through the bushes and back to the car. The 4x4 was a welcoming site. I opened the passenger door so that Sam could put the girl in. We both then climbed in. I glanced up and saw someone running for the car. "Sam!" he shoved the keys into the ignition and started the car up but he wasn't quick enough. The doctor smashed the window and slammed Sam's head against the steering wheel. I had to think fast I reached down to pick up a gun from the foot well having hidden it there earlier on but I couldn't get a clear shot. Luckily Sam got the car into gear and reversed. "Sam that's Benton," I stated as we stared ahead at the man with the stitched up face.

"I know," he said before driving forward over the doctor. We both knew that it wouldn't kill him but at least it allowed us to get away and get the woman to a hospital.

"Do you think she'll be alright?" I asked Sam as we walked back out the car having dropped the woman at the hospital. We were both keen to get back to the motel so that we could rethink the strategy.

"Her wounds will heal but she'll probably be looking at lifelong counselling," he answered me.

We arrived back at the motel and I headed straight for the shower leaving Sam to look through the red book. I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. Sam was talking, I assumed to Dean on the phone. I turned to look at the door as I heard a shuffling noise, followed by a quiet thud. That wasn't right. I swung the door open to find no Sam, the only sign I could see was his phone on the floor.

I picked the phone up and put it to my ear, the call was still running, "Sammy!" Dean was shouting.

"Dean its Alice, Sam's gone, it must have been Benton," I spoke hurriedly. I didn't have time to speak to Dean; I needed to find Sam, "Dean I need to find him."

"Alice calm down," his voice was stern, "we need to think things through. I'm on my way back, give me an hour."

"Alright but I need to go, call me when you get here," I was still panicking. What if the Doctor had sliced away part of Sam already?

"Don't rush into anything. Sam would kill me if you get hurt," Dean hung up after I gave him the location of the hunting cabin.

I hastily threw on some clothes and went in search of the car keys. They weren't on the table, oh god please don't let them be in Sam's pocket. I glanced around the room feeling useless; I couldn't do anything without a car. As I was about to give up all hope and wait for Dean to save the day I spied Sam's jacket on the back of the chair. Maybe, just maybe he had put them in his jacket pocket. With shaky hands I rummaged through his pockets and found the keys. Snatching up my phone I dashed out to the car. I would meet Dean there.

The drive to the hunting cabins took forever. It seemed as if the road stretched on for eternity and would never end. With the acceleration floored the car thundered its way up the dirt track. I kept checking my watch not wanting to waste any time.

I slammed on the breaks as the road ended and climbed out after grabbing my gun. Fighting my way through the trees and bushes in the dark I tried to remember the route. Fourth cabin, I kept telling myself over and over again trying to keep my mind on the job. Sam could look after himself, he would be fine.

Not bothering with a quiet entry I kicked down the door and aimed my gun but no one was there however the trap door wide open. Sam was down there I just knew it. I scrambled down the steps, slipping down the last few to land on all fours.

I struggled to my feet but a cloth was forced over my mouth. Desperate to fight it I attempted to wriggle from the grasp that had taken hold of me but it was no use. The sickening smell of Chloroform filled my nose. I didn't stand a chance as my eyes fluttered shut and I fell to the floor.