This is a fictional story based on the popular television show Supernatural. The characters of Sam and Dean Winchester, along with Castiel, are products of the brilliant mind of Eric Kripke. As is the base story line of two rouge brothers on a cross-country road trip, hunting monsters/demons/anything that needs to be taken care of/etc. and befriending odd angels. However, all new characters introduced in this story including, but not limited to Quinn Gibson, Blair Francis, and Roxanne Loraine, are products of my own imagination and creation; as well as the added story line. I do claim and reserve my rights to these new ideas. All characters are fictional. Any relation to another person, character, or story line are purely coincidental.
I also kindly ask that any and all criticisms remain positive and/or constructive. About a decade ago I had a really bad experience when my friend read my work and this is the first time anyone is reading anything of mine besides scholastic papers.
Now that all of that is over, please enjoy my story.
Situated in rural Montana sat a quiet little farmhouse nestled up next to a patch of dense forest. In the home a couple is putting their two young children to bed. Off in the distance there is a boisterous howl, breaking the otherwise silent night. The concerned wife looks out their window to the small pasture that touches the woods where their livestock usually graze. At the edge of the pasture she sees multiple sets of brightly glowing eyes.
"Honey, I think that pack of wolves is back." She whispered.
"Stay here, I'll go check it out." Her husband answered and reluctantly left his family alone in the farmhouse.
With his shotgun in hand he walked towards the pasture of foreboding creatures, all watching him with acute precision. As he neared the back about half of them stood up on their hind legs. Terrified, he pressed on, hoping that these creatures, whatever they may be, would be more terrified of him than he was of them. However, the closer he go to these creatures, the more they started to terrify him and they didn't show any signs of backing down. Focusing on the creatures caused the farm owner to accidently move into the range of the motion detector for the lamp above him, triggering the light. This action scared the creatures and they retreated back into the woods. The farmer breathed a quiet sigh of relief as he leaned against his nearby truck.
Although this overwhelming calmness proved to be short-lived, the sudden stillness caused the light to turn off, and the farmer heard a growl from behind him. Even though every fiber of his being was screaming at him to not look back and just make a break for the house, he slowly turned his head over his shoulder and came face to face with one of the creatures. It was the size of a man, but had wolf-like features and piercing yellow eyes. Without a second glance he made a mad dash for the house, praying that he made it to the front door in time. Luckily the motion light was triggered once more and it gave him enough cover to get to the front door.
"Honey, get the kids and get in the upper bathroom now!" He told his wife as he stormed in the house and quickly locked the door behind him. It's the only location in the entire house without windows and it locks.
"What on earth is going on Stephen?" She asked as she walked out of the kitchen.
"Those aren't wolves." He answered and pushed his wife up the stairs.
Somewhere a few miles away, Sam walked into the motel room that he was sharing with Dean and their new companion, Quinn. Dean was busy riffling through more books, still engrossed in attempting to figure out what Blair was talking about before she died. Meanwhile Quinn slept soundly on the bed that Dean claimed upon their arrival. Hoping to not rouse the sleeping woman, Sam began to put away the few groceries he picked up as quietly as possible.
"How long has she been asleep?" Sam asked as he put away the final items. Granted she was asleep when he left, but he thought that she would be awake by now.
"It's been like ten hours." Dean answered, looking from the book to his watch. Silently Quinn stirred, but stayed asleep.
"It's like she hasn't slept in days."
"Well, she hasn't."
"Really?" Sam asked, honestly surprised by this. He paid attention to Quinn and what she did, but normally not close enough to notice exactly when she slept.
"I don't think she's really slept since we left Cedar Rapids." Dean answered. "How have you not noticed?"
"I dunno, I guess I just haven't been paying attention to her sleeping habits."
Dean went back to his research, but continued the conversation with his brother, "We've both been there Sammy, those days or weeks after something really bad happens or you're expecting something to happen, it's like your mind doesn't let you calm down enough to sleep."
"She must really be scared of whatever it is that's after her." Sam said and sat down in the other chair. "Has she given you any information?"
"Nada."
"I just keep thinking about what Blair told her, something doesn't fit."
"I know, but she's already stressed enough, I don't want to push it."
"Maybe if we find out what it is, then we can try and stop it." Sam said, turning on his computer. "That is the kind of thing we do."
"We could, but not yet."
"When, Dean?" Sam asked, his voice rising with frustration. "We can't run from this thing forever and we have both been spending every spare moment we have trying to find info on this thing and it's turning into the succubus case all over again."
"Not yet, Sam." Dean sternly told his brother and looked to Quinn. "I just, I can't do it to her."
"Well, if you're not going to ask her anything and try to get some real headway." Sam said. "I think I might have found us another job."
"Where?"
"Just outside of town."
"You have my attention." Dean said, looking up from his book.
"When I was in the store I heard a guy talking to the person at the counter about these creatures he saw on his farm the other night."
"Get any info?"
"I did strike up a conversation with him and from what I could tell, his family is dealing with a pack of werewolves."
"Werewolves, always interesting." Dean said. "What about Quinn though?"
"I saw we just use every sigil and protection symbol we have in our wheel house, draw a salt ring around the bed, and have a demon trap at the door."
"Do you think it's wise leaving her here unsupervised?"
"What about the family business, Dean?" Sam asked, mocking his older brother, "Saving people, hunting things."
Dean shook his head, he was not going to let Sam get away with mocking him like that. "Fine, but we are putting up every damn symbol we can to keep anything and everything out of this room."
"Alright."
Silently the brothers grabbed the necessary supplies out of the Impala and made quick work of plastering the various symbols and sigils on the wall. One new addition was the succubus necklace in Quinn's possession tied around the doorknob, it is used as protection against the monsters. It was something Quinn told them about during the first night of their travels, it's a way to seal the house. For a moment the brothers stood in the middle of the room and checked to make sure that everything was right before carefully pouring a ring of salt around the bed where Quinn was still sleeping. Since they had not unpacked the car upon their arrival they were already a few steps ahead. Finally just as Sam and Dean were about to leave the motel room, Dean left an iron rod, gun, and knife on the nightstand next to her, just in case.
When Sam was talking with the man he told him that he and his brother look into all things unusual, this allowed them to arrive at the small home in the middle of the day wearing their normal attire, which is always a nice change. Upon their arrival they were greeted by the man of the house, his wife and children were waiting for the brothers in the living room. Both Sam and Dean could tell that this man and his family were still shaken by what they had witnessed that evening. To spare the children and wife any more anxiety, Sam and Dean decided to interview the man alone first.
"What exactly did you see that evening Mr. O'Neill?" Dean asked.
"There's been a pack of wolves killing livestock around here, we heard howling one night and I went to investigate, I didn't want them killing my cattle." He answered, his hands shaking. "And I got out there and they weren't just wolves, they stood up on two legs and were at least six feet tall."
"What do you think they were or are?" Sam asked.
The man shook his head, "I…I don't know."
"Trust me, nothing you tell us is going to sound strange."
His breathing started to become more rapid, until he choked out one word, "Werewolves."
Neither Dean, nor Sam said anything, which caused the man to become more paranoid, this is usually when everyone else would start laughing. In a matter of seconds his breathing was so quick that he began to hyperventilate.
"Mrs. O'Neill, can we get a paper bag in here?" Sam called out, not leaving his seat.
A split second later she was in the living room with the requested bag and handed it over to her anxious husband, who immediately started to breathe in and out of the bag.
"May I speak to you alone?" The wife asked.
"Dean can you handle this?" Sam requested. "I want to make sure that Mr. O'Neill is alright."
"Yeah." Dean answered and followed Mrs. O'Neill into the kitchen. Immediately she situated herself against the counter and started biting her nails, which were almost down to the quick. "What did you want to tell us?"
"My husband was recently discharged from the Marines, he lost friends overseas, and last summer her took our son to the hospital when he fell and broke his arm." Mrs. O'Neill told Dean. "And out of the fifteen years we've been together, that night was the first time that I have ever seen him truly terrified."
"Ex-Marine?" Dean asked as he peeked back into the living room and watched Mr. O'Neill continued to use the brown paper bag to aid his breathing.
"He is a tough man Mr. Winchester, he doesn't scare easily." Mrs. O'Neill said, her eyes beginning to water. "There was something in our yard, something much scarier than any wolf or burglar. Please, believe what he says, he is not crazy."
"I believe him Mrs. O'Neill."
"It's just…the cops laughed at us when we tried to file a report. It made him scared to talk to any other officials."
"Luckily I'm not an official." Dean said, placing his hand on Mrs. O'Neill's shoulder. "My dad was a former Marine too, I know what they're like and I would do almost anything in my power to help them."
"Thank you Mr. Winchester."
"Please, call me Dean." He said with his winning smile.
This comforted Mrs. O'Neill and she smiled, but her eyes, sunken in from sleeplessness and worry, told the truth. Even though there were finally people here that not only believe her husband, but they also might be able to help get right of it, she was still concerned about her family and their farm. Since there was nothing else to discuss, she and Dean rejoined Sam and Mr. O'Neill, who had calmed down, in the living room. No longer hyperventilating, Mr. O'Neill was describing the creatures he saw that night in vivid detail and Sam was writing down every word.
"Then I came in the house, we barricaded ourselves in the bathroom and stayed there through the night." Mr. O'Neill told Sam. "It was the middle of the house, nothing ever came in, but I don't know what happened outside."
"And you're sure about all of this?" Sam asked.
Mr. O'Neill looked directly into Sam's eyes, "I will remember that night for the rest of my life, it is not the type of thing that someone forgets."
"No, it isn't." Dean said. "But we'll figure out what happened Mr. O'Neill, I can promise you that."
"Thank you."
"Well, we have some more to look into. Do you mind if we walk around the property?" Sam asked.
"Whatever you have to do, we live on about ten acres, once you hit the fence that's the edge of our property and it cuts through the woods."
"Okay, Dean and I will check it out." Sam scribble phone numbers for both he and Dean on a corner of the paper. "If you see anything else or just feel uneasy, give either of us a call at any hour any day."
"Thank you, again."
"You're welcome." Sam said as both he and Dean shook Mr. O'Neill's hand before leaving the house.
Before trekking across the fields and into the woods, Sam and Dean grabbed a few items out of the trunk of the Impala; flashlights, guns loaded with normal ammo and silver buckshot, silver knife, and a few other odds and ends for good measure. Everything was normal until they got to the trees and the sun began to set, the air was thick and there was little to no noise coming from the woods. Instead of turning around the two pressed ahead into the increasingly dark woods in typical Winchester fashion.
"From what O'Neill told me, this sounds like a pack of werewolves." Sam told Dean as they walked.
"They have been known to run in packs when they want to, dad made a note of it." Dean said, shining his light in the direction of a branch snapping in the distance. "Speaking of dad, O'Neill is a former Marine."
"He's a former Marine?" Sam asked, just as surprised as Dean was.
"Yeah, the wife told me he was recently discharged."
"I guess even they get scared sometimes."
"Hey, he was up against a pack of werewolves, he's allowed be scared."
"Not arguing with you there."
Werewolves are smart, they know that they were recently seen by a human and will try to find a better hiding spot, but Sam and Dean are familiar with their tactics. Walking through the woods they knew that it was going to be a long night and chances were they weren't going to find much. Off in the distance they can hear more branches breaking and other various noises associated with werewolves or other wild creatures, it had picked up since they broke the tree line. These noises were the best lead that they had, so Sam and Dean started off in the direction of the sound.
Just beyond the other side of the fence they could see a light, most likely an outcropping of some sort. Nearing it they could hear something similar to that of rabid carnivores feeding. Finding a nearby break in the fence they proceeded with caution and looked into the clearing. There they were, a large pack of werewolves feeding on a couple of cattle, probably from this farm or another nearby. After a quick exchange of glances they backed away from the scene, hopefully out of creatures' earshot.
"We don't have enough ammo a pack that big." Dean whispered.
"O'Neill must not have seen the whole pack, because he told me there were like five, that was about ten." Sam said.
"What if we made an explosive and filled it with silver shrapnel?"
Sam shrugged, "That could work, but first we'd have to make the explosive."
"It could work and maybe O'Neill has some supplies, maybe even insights."
"What if the pack moves on?"
"Chances are we would get one or two out before they realize what's going on and the rest come for us."
Sam ran his hands through his hair, this was a lot more difficult than he thought it was going to be. Going into this they weren't sure what they would get, but they assumed that it would be two or three, not ten. Out of the corner of his eye Sam saw a red mist form somewhere in the trees between them and the werewolves.
"Dean, what the hell is that?" Sam asked as he starred at the smoke.
The elder Winchester looked in the same direction and saw the smoke as well, although he didn't have an answer his brother because Dean didn't know what it was either. He did however know that whatever it is, it's probably in their best interest to run from it. Dean tapped Sam's shoulder and they took off away from the smoke, sticking as close to one another as possible. Preoccupied with running, neither brother realized that they ran too close to the clearing until it was too late and the creatures spotted them. The pack moved in and the brothers stopped, two of the werewolves were close enough to Sam and Dean that they could feel the beasts breathing on them through the foliage. Taking charge, Dean shot the two that were closest to he and Sam, then just as the others were about to lunge at the men they stopped.
Never before had the Winchesters seen werewolves stop dead in their tracks during a hunt. Whatever stopped the creatures was behind Sam and Dean, which would be a sign to most people not to turn around, but Dean did anyway. The red smoke was closing in on them and the closer it got, the more the werewolves backed away. Slowly the smoke passed right over Sam and Dean and they used this as their opening to back out of the clearing. From their spot they watched intently as the smoke took down the remaining werewolves with ease, similar to the way demon smoke works, but demon smoke is black.
"What are we looking at here Dean?" Sam asked as they watched the massacre.
"I have no freaking idea." Dean answered as the smoke stopped and seemed to turn its attention to the Winchesters.
Back at the motel room Quinn woke up from her slumber in a cold sweat. To her surprise she was completely alone in a room covered with sigils in a bed concealed by a salt ring. Looking around the room she identified each symbol that the brothers used as protection, then right on the door she saw the necklace hanging off the doorknob.
"Dammit." Quinn muttered to herself as she grabbed the knife off the bedside table and jumped off of the bed over the salt ring to get to the door. She yanked the necklace off of the doorknob and threw it to the floor, breaking the bond; then she drug the cold blade of the knife across her forearm. Slowly her blood trickled to the floor. "Come and get me you sick son of a bitch."
In the clearing Sam and Dean watched as the smoke neared them at an incredibly low speed. Terrified to the point of complete stillness, neither one moved, nor took a breath. As the smoke got closer to Sam he started to back away, but tripped backward over a branch and fell to the ground. A smoky tendril reached out towards Sam, but suddenly vanished into thin air inches away from his face. Dean helped Sam back onto his feet and they looked around. The werewolves were still dead, the smoke was nowhere in sight, and it seems that they came out of this more or less unscathed.
"What the hell?" Dean asked out loud as he gazed upon the carnage.
Sam didn't know what to say, he just shook his head, dumbfounded.
Somewhere along a desolate highway Quinn zipped by in a stolen car. Following her little incident Quinn cleaned her wound and packed all of the things that she and the brothers had in the hotel, then she found a car that was easy to obtain. There was no way they could stay at the motel let alone in that town for the evening and they will have to move on from their next town as soon as possible in the morning.
"Call Dean." Quinn told her phone and listened as it rang.
"Hello." Dean said on the other end.
"Dean listen to me, don't go back to the motel, whatever you do." Quinn said. "I'm going to the next town over called Eastwood, you call me when you get in there."
"Quinn, what the hell is going on?"
"There's no time to explain, just leave what you're doing now and meet me in Eastwood." Quinn answered and hung up the phone.
Dean hung up his phone and walked into the living room where Sam was speaking with the O'Neill family.
"So there was a red smoke that killed the wolves?" Mr. O'Neill asked.
"Yes, we're not sure what it was, but we watched it take down all of them." Sam answered.
"Should we worry about this smoke?"
"No, that phone call was from one of our associates and she told me that you should not concern yourselves with the smoke, it does not affect humans." Dean answered, though it was a lie. "And trust me, she really knows her stuff."
"Don't hesitate to call though if anything else comes up." Sam told the husband and wife.
"Sam, we have to go." Dean told his brother.
"Thank you so much for all that you've done, we are so grateful." Mrs. O'Neill said.
"You're welcome, take care." Sam said.
"And stay safe." Dean added.
They left the house and walked back to the car. Instead of heading back towards where they were staying previously, Dean went the opposite direction, towards Eastwood.
"Where are you going?" Sam asked.
"Eastwood, we're meeting Quinn there." Dean answered.
"What's going on?"
"She just called and said that she had to leave the hotel and that we have to meet her in Eastwood."
"This was supposed to be an open and shut werewolf case."
"What's your point."
"Then that red smoke appeared and everything went to hell."
"Sam, whatever we do always seems to go to hell." Dean said and sped up the Impala. "By now I thought you would've learned to just roll with the punches."
By the time Dean finally drove into Eastwood it was late and all the streets were empty. He pulled out his phone and called Quinn.
"Dean?" Quinn asked.
"Yeah, we're in Eastwood."
"Go through town, at the very end you'll see the Eastwood Inn, that's where I've rented a room for the next evening." Quinn told him. "Room eight."
"Okay, we'll see you in a few minutes." Dean said and hung up the phone.
The Impala was intimidating as it rolled through the small mom and pop town. Eastwood is a perfect example of that small little town that would be difficult to find on the map. Just as Quinn said, at the end of the street was a small motel, not unlike the establishments that the Winchesters tend to stay at. They found room eight and Dean knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" A deep voice asked on the other side of the door.
"Sam and Dean." Dean answered.
The door flung pen and Quinn was on the other side, she yanked both men in by their jackets and slammed the door. Immediately she locked it, shoved a chair against it, and put a dusting of unknown powder between the chair and the bottom of the door. Of course Sam and Dean didn't notice this, they were too busy looking around the room, there were so many symbols that most were nearly illegible and there were a few that neither Sam nor Dean could decipher.
"Alright we're here." Dean said as Quinn turned to them. "Now tell us what's going on."
"Did you see red smoke?" Quinn asked.
"Yes, we were hunting werewolves in the woods and it appeared and killed all of them." Dean answered. "Well, except for the two that I killed."
"Did it do anything to either of you?"
"It got close to me and I fell over a branch." Sam answered.
"Did it touch either of you?" Quinn asked intensely.
"No, it disappeared before it could."
Quinn breathed a heavy sigh of relief, "Good."
"What was that thing Quinn?"
"I don't know exactly what it is, only that it exists."
"Are you sure you don't know what it is?" Dean asked.
"It's kind of like demon smoke, beyond that I have no idea." Quinn answered and it was a lie and she felt terrible about it, but this wasn't the time.
Just then Sam's cell phone began to ring, all three of them looked over towards his jacket. They were all on edge and it took a minute for Sam to finally answer it.
"Hello, Sam Winchester."
"Sam, you know that red smoke you were telling us about?" Mr. O'Neill asked.
"Yes." Replied Sam, drawing the word out.
"We just saw red smoke go into the woods behind our home."
"Okay, stay in the house and do not open the door until we get there." Sam said and looked to Quinn. "The smoke is at the O'Neill house, is there anything we can do?"
"Salt ring is a slight deterrent, but tell the adults to grab anything iron and if the smoke gets close run the iron through it." Quinn answered.
"Pour a ring of salt around your family and grab something iron for all of the adults." Sam relayed to Mr. O'Neill.
"We have iron fireplace tools." He said.
While Sam continued speaking with Mr. O'Neill, Quinn helped Dean put together everything in the car. With everything in order they got in and waited for Sam to join them.
"That's perfect and if the smoke gets close just run the tools through it." Sam said as he got in the car. He listened as Mr. O'Neill poured the salt and handed out tools.
"Are you sure that'll work?"
"It'll hold them off until we get there."
"Please hurry." Mr. O'Neill requested, his voice shaking.
"We'll be there as soon as we can." Sam reassured Mr. O'Neill, who hung up the phone just before Sam did.
Dean was roaring down the highway, defiantly breaking multiple speeding and driving laws. About halfway between the farmhouse and the motel Quinn rolled down the window, took a small vile containing a dark liquid out of her jacket pocket and tossed it out of the window. Upon hitting the ground the vial broke and the liquid seeped into the cracks in the asphalt.
The O'Neill family watched from their farmhouse as the smoke moved across their property, creeping towards their home. Together the husband and wife began to pray for the safety of their family, nothing else mattered but making sure that their children were okay. Within a few feet of the house the smoke dissipated. Even though the family was overcome with relief, they knew that they were not out of the woods yet, not until the Winchesters showed up.
Luckily by the time the Impala rolled up in front of the house the smoke had not yet made a reappearance. Sam, Dean, and Quinn walked up to the front door, which was promptly opened by Mr. O'Neill.
"Mr. and Mrs. O'Neill, this is our associate and specialist Quinn Gibson." Dean said as he introduced the family to their companion. "Quinn, this is the O'Neill family."
"Hello, I am so sorry to hear about all of your troubles." Quinn said in her sympathetic voice as she shook the hands of Mr. and Mrs. O'Neill. "Now, why don't we fix this ordeal for you."
"Do you know what the smoke is?" Mr. O'Neill asked.
"Demons, when they are not inhabiting a human body are seen as a black smoke, this is like that, but a little different." Quinn answered as she pulled four small fabric bags from the large tote she brought in with her. "You need to put one of these bags in the North, South, East, and West facing walls of the house. You as a family have to put them in the walls, it's stronger that way, and my apologies about any damage."
"I can fix the walls, I just want my family safe." Mr. O'Neill said, taking the bags and handing two to his wife. "You get the North and South walls, I'll get the other two."
"What do we need to do?" Dean asked Quinn, letting her take the reins this time.
"Once those bags are in the walls we are going to go outside." Quinn answered.
A few minutes later the husband and wife were back in the room with the Winchesters and Quinn.
"That's done, now what?" Mr. O'Neill asked.
"Go back to your circle and keep your fireplace tools handy." Quinn answered. "I am going to perform a small ritual outside, is there a good place I can do that?"
"There's a broken down barn out back, we're tearing it down in a few weeks anyway."
"That'll be perfect. Sam, Dean, follow me." Quinn said and the brothers followed her out the door.
In silence they walked to the old barn that Mr. O'Neil spoke of. Inside Quinn felt around for a light switch and turned on the few lights in the barn that still work.
"Just let me do this, but you have to have my back in case things go south, alright?" Quinn asked Sam and Dean.
They both nodded in response. With approval from the Winchesters Quinn dug a small hole in the dirt and dropped the necklace in. She pulled up her jacket sleeve, bearing the bandage from her previous wound, took a small knife out of her bag and made another cut below the first. Instead of letting the blood fall to the floor, like she did in the motel, Quinn made sure that it covered the binding necklace. All of the lights in the barn began to flicker and the red cloud of smoke appeared above the hole in a flash. Sam and Dean watched in awe and horror, they knew nothing about this ritual.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus." While Quinn spoke, the lights flickered more, the smoke began to pulsate, and with every line Quinn seemed to be in more pain, blood running down her arm. "Omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio, et secta diabolica."
Just as quickly as it had appeared, the smoke burst and blew out all the lights at the same time. Totally drained from ritual, Quinn fell to the floor and Dean rushed to her side.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, it's just a blood thing and it really packs a wallop." She answered as she stood up, aided by Dean.
"What happened here?" Dean asked as he held her arm and saw the bandage.
"I had to do something like this at the motel earlier today to draw it back to me."
"Quinn, you have to tell me what's going on."
"I'll explain later, I'm really light headed." Quinn was also having difficulty breathing. "Sam, tell the family that everything is going to be alright."
"Yeah, of course." Sam replied before leaving the barn.
Using Dean to steady herself, Quinn used her foot to cover the necklace with dirt before she walking back to the car with him. By the time they reached the Impala she was almost totally drained. Dean placed her in the backseat and grabbed the first aid kit out of the top part of the trunk. During Sam's final talk with the family, Dean tended to Quinn's newest wound. Growing weaker by the second she leaned on the edge of the seat while Dean fixed her arm just far enough outside of the car to prevent blood on the upholstery.
"How did it disappear from their yard before we got here?" Dean asked.
"I threw a vile of my blood out of the window when we were about halfway here." She answered as Dean finished wrapping her arm.
"Quinn, is it just your blood that it's attracted to?"
"No." She answered before passing out in the backseat.
There was no sense in trying to wake her up, she was down for the count, so Dean put her legs in the car and moved her so that was across the whole backseat. Sam walked out of the farmhouse just as he closed the door.
"How's the family?" Dean asked.
"Good, still a little shaken, but I think they're doing a lot better." Sam answered. "They feel safer, I know that much."
Dean got into the driver's seat as Sam got shotgun, "Hopefully this will be the end of things."
"What's up with her?" Sam asked and looked to see Quinn passed out in the backseat.
"I think whatever she did back there drained her." Dean answered and drove away from the house.
"That was really brave."
"She did not seem scared of that thing."
"Do you think she knows what it is?"
"I don't know, maybe she does, maybe she doesn't." Dean answered with a glance in the rearview mirror. "But she's not going to tell us anything right now."
The entire car ride back to the motel was spent in silence, mainly so that Quinn wouldn't be disturbed. Arriving back at the motel Dean woke her up to see if she could get inside on her own and it turned out that she was just strong enough to do simple things on her own. First thing she did when she got inside was go straight to the bathroom and take a shower. Sam and Dean both knew they needed to talk about this, but they can't do it in a room where Quinn could walk in at any moment.
"We need to step outside." Dean told Sam. Together they left the room and hung out by the Impala, finally able to talk somewhat freely. "Okay, what in the hell is going on?"
"I have no idea." Sam answered and thought for a moment. "But, you know who might?"
"Who?" Dean asked, not really up for a guessing game.
"Cass." Sam answered matter-of-factly.
"Cass! Why didn't we think of him sooner?" Dean asked and pulled out his phone and punched in the last phone number he knew of that belonged to Castiel.
After a few rings a familiar gravelly voice answered, "Hello."
"Hey Cass, it's Dean, Sam and I are at the Eastwood Inn in Eastwood, Michigan." Dean said. "Listen, we have a pretty big issue right now and we don't know what…"
"Hello Dean, Sam." Cass said as he appeared before them.
"Cass." Dean said as he hung up the phone.
"You call, I answer."
"We need your help."
"That is why you called, is it not?"
Dean shook the question away, if they don't move on now, they'll be in this spot for a while, "There's this girl…"
"Do you want me to get rid of her?" Cass asked, a little confused.
"No, no, there's something weird after her and we need to know what's going on because she's not telling us anything right now."
"Where is she?"
Sam motioned towards the door, "In our hotel room?"
"There is one angel sigil on the wall above the headboard, would you mind?" Cass asked and nodded towards Dean.
"Yeah sure, one sec." Dean said and went inside.
"So, lovely weather recently, huh?"
"Don't try making small talk Cass." Sam said without looking at the angel. "It's a little weird."
"Alright, got the one above the bed, we good?"
Cass looked at the room through the eyes of an angel, "Yes, we are good."
When Dean was inside he heard Quinn get out of the shower, so she was probably in the main room changing. Making an attempt to be polite, he opted to pound on the door instead of just walking in. It's a little bit different living with a woman and it is not the easiest adjustment to make.
"Hey guys." A nearly naked Quinn said as she opened the door, but froze when her eyes fell upon Cass.
"We need to talk." Dean said, trying to not be distracted by the fact that her only covering was a towel.
"Alright." Quinn said slowly as she let the three men into the room and kept her eyes fixed on the angel.
"Quinn this is Cass and Cass this is Quinn." Dean said.
"Who is this?" Quinn asked.
"Castiel, he just told you that." Cass answered. "Though these two do prefer to call me Cass."
Dean rolled his eyes, "He's an angel and we think he might be able to help."
"I put an angel sigil above the bed." Quinn said, looking over her shoulder to the spot where she thought the symbol was.
"I took care of that a minute ago. Don't worry, he's a good one, for the most part."
Cass squinted at Quinn, almost as if he was trying to figure her out, "What are you?"
"Human…" Quinn answered uncomfortably. "What else would I be?"
Cass continued to examine her, "Are you sure?"
Dean and Sam exchanged confused glances and Quinn just stood there, very uneasy.
"Well, this is just getting more awkward by the second and the fact that only a small sheet of terry cloth is the one thing preventing you from seeing my naughty bits isn't helping." Quinn said. "Do you mind if I change really quick?"
"No, go ahead." Sam answered.
Quinn grabbed a few clothes from her duffle bag and went back into the bathroom.
"Why did you ask what she was?" Dean whispered to Cass.
"I don't know exactly how to explain it." Cass whispered back.
"Come on, anything is better than nothing." Deans aid and right at that moment Quinn walked back out of the bathroom, this time in a t-shirt and jeans. "Too late."
"Too late for what?" She asked.
"Dean wanted to know why I asked what you were." Cass answered.
Dean cursed the angel under his breath, "Dammit Cass."
"Obviously that is something he didn't want you to know."
"I kind of want to know what you saw too." Quinn said.
"Then I should probably read you." Cass held out his hand. "May I?"
"Aren't angel readings kind of painful?"
"It is rather uncomfortable, yes."
"If you must." Quinn answered and lied down on the bed.
Cass used his celestial powers and reached into Quinn's abdomen. As he reached deeper into her being she screamed out in pain and the look on Cass' face became more confounded. After a few minutes the angel took his hand out of Quinn and she rolled over to her side, clutching her midsection.
"Cass, what's wrong?" Dean asked.
"There's something there, I can feel it, but I don't know what it is." Cass answered and touched Quinn's forehead, causing her to pass out.
"I've already said this about a dozen times today, but what in the hell is going on?"
"I can't read her, this doesn't happen often and I'm not entirely sure what it means." Answered Cass. "Or she's blocking me from reading her."
"Blocking you?" Sam asked, honestly he didn't know that sort of thing was possible.
"Sometimes when people focus very hard they can block my readings, it's rare and it takes a lot of practice to master, but it can happen."
"Then how were you able to knock her out just now?" Dean asked.
"She was already weak, but the reading weakened her even more."
"Alright, then what did you mean before, when you asked her what she is?" Dean asked. "And be honest with me this time, I don't care how crazy it sounds."
"She's human, yes." Cass answered, still puzzled. "Though for a second I saw something else, something…different."
"Do you have any idea what it could be?"
"I hate to say this, but I honestly don't know." He answered. "What happened, why is she with you?"
"We hunted a succubus just over a week ago, it was her friend and she was the one who actually had to pull the trigger." Dean thought back to that fateful day. "But right before she did, the thing told her that because of what she did something was going to be after her."
"We've stayed ahead of whatever it is, but we encountered something strange twice today." Sam added.
"Did you see what it was?" Cass asked.
"Weird red smoke, like demon smoke." Sam answered. "Then Quinn bled onto a succubus binding necklace, the smoke showed up, and she basically exorcised it."
"Then she passed out in the car on the way home." Dean added.
"This isn't making any sense." Cass told them. "I'll be right back."
Cass disappeared and a few seconds later Quinn regained consciousness.
"Where's the angel?" She asked.
"He left, I think he's looking for answers." Dean replied.
"Well, I feel violated and I think I need another shower."
"Okay, I think Sam and I are gonna go see if we can find someplace to grab some burgers, but if you need anything…"
"You're just a phone call away." Quinn said, finishing his sentence with a smile.
"That's right."
"Thanks guys."
Dean nodded and turned to leave with Sam.
"Wait." Quinn said just as Sam's hand touched the doorknob. Both brothers turned around and Quinn sat there for a minute with her mouth hanging open. It was like she wanted to say something, but nothing was coming out. "Thanks for trying to help guys."
"Yeah, no problem." Sam said.
"Whatever we can do to help." Dean said.
From the bed Quinn watched them leave and listened as Dean started up the Impala and sped out of the parking lot. Once the coast was clear, Cass popped back in the room, although Quinn didn't appear to be too surprised by his sudden appearance.
"Why haven't you told them?" Cass asked.
"They don't need to know." Quinn answered.
"What you are doing, it could have them killed."
"As long as I'm traveling and covering my tracks I can take care of things." Quinn said. "I can hold it off."
"What are you planning to do with them?" Cass asked, obviously upset. "Keep and then do away with them when you finally have the chance?"
"No, I would never do anything bad to them, especially kill them." Quinn sincerely answered. "Besides, it wasn't my idea to come along, it was Dean's."
"If you care about them at all, you will tell them or you will leave and never look back, because I will not keep this a secret beyond this point."
"Castiel, please just give me some time." Quinn pleaded and though he didn't want to help, Cass could tell that Quinn really was broken up inside and it wasn't just a side effect of the angel reading. "I need to find the right moment to tell them and it's not now."
"Something came close today, so close that it scared them enough to call upon me, now you tell them or I will."
"Please, I'm begging you, don't do that."
"I have watched them fight tooth and nail to keep one another safe and I will not stand idly by to witness their downfall by the likes of you." Cass told her, getting rather angry.
"I promise, I would never let that happen." Quinn told the angel, her heart breaking from the accusations. "They have saved my life and made sure that I was safe when no one else could, I am forever grateful for what they have done. Especially Dean, he's watched over me, took care of me when I needed it."
Cass finally began to calm down, "I saw that too."
"What?"
"Your feelings for Dean, I saw that in my reading." Cass replied. "But it has to stop."
"It was a heat of the moment thing, attraction because he just saved my life, it's not permanent."
"Don't lie to me Quinn." Cass sternly looked into her eyes. "You cannot act upon those feelings, you know what will happen if you do."
"I'm figuring it out, just give me…two weeks, tops." Quinn requested.
"Fine, but if you don't do anything or tell them after ten days, I will."
"Castiel, one more thing?"
"What?" He asked, for an immortal being who doesn't need sleep, Cass seemed exhausted.
"Can you stop it?"
"Trust me, I would if I could."
"Well, thanks anyway."
"I wouldn't do it for you, but I would for them."
"For them?"
"For their safety."
"Oh…" Quinn said in a dejected tone with a downturn gaze. "Thanks…again."
"You're welcome." Cass said, but more like he was forced into saying it, bound by the rules of polite conversation. Then he disappeared once more. Now Quinn was all alone in the motel room and she knew that it was time to think about her situation.
It took them a while, but Dean was able to find the one restaurant opened past ten o'clock at night, a small town diner. In the restaurants at one of the back booths Dean sat with Sam, they were the only people in the restaurant and the only woman waitressing was in back with the cook. While they were waiting for some late night food, Dean's cell phone began to ring.
"Hello." He answered.
"Where are you?" Cass asked.
"Sonny's Diner."
Nothing else was said and Cass appeared in the booth next to Sam, thankfully no one else was there to witness this miraculous event. Even though this has happened numerous times, it still surprises them when he randomly shows up and in this case it almost caused Sam to choke on his beverage; they should really be used to this by now.
"Cass, we have talked about this." Dean said, hanging up his phone.
"Sorry." Cass said as he hung up his phone as well.
"So, did you find anything new?" Dean asked as the waitress brought the brothers their food.
"I didn't hear you come in." The waitress told Cass.
"Uh, he's really quiet." Sam told her.
"Yeah, like a church mouse." Dean quipped.
"You want anything sugar?" She asked Cass.
"No, I do not require sustenance." Cass answered blankly.
With a quick shrug the waitress walked away and back into the kitchen, she didn't care, it was one less mouth to feed.
"To answer your previous question Dean, I…" Cass started to say and then for a minute he seriously considered going back on his word and telling the brothers everything about Quinn. "I couldn't find anything, at least nothing of importance."
"But you found something?" Dean asked.
"Information on the succubus." Cass answered. "General knowledge, mind you, they're old and secretive, even for angels their whereabouts are closely guarded."
"Sounds like an understatement." Dean said and took a big bite out of his burger. "When we were hunting the succubus we had to contact Quinn as a resource."
"Is she a hunter?"
"She's more like a researcher and author." Sam answered. "Garth mentioned that she was good with the really weird stuff and we went to her, hoping that she knew something."
"Did that not strike you as odd?"
"What?"
"That she seemed to know so much about something that neither of you could find any information on?"
"No, it seemed like one of those specialist situations."
Dean swallowed all of his food before jumping into the conversation, "She said that she studies the strange and unusual."
"So do you." Cass said, his tone of voice made it sound like he was telling them this for the first time.
"We hunt the strange and unusual, little bit different." Dean said. "Most of our research goes into finding and killing things, not studying them."
"I can barely find any information on these things as an angel, yet a human was able to lead you right to it and tell you how to kill it." Cass said, trying to force them into seeing the situation. "You cannot tell me that is not strange."
"She told us she's encountered one in Europe before, she even had its special medallion of power or whatever that thing was." Dean said, trying to give Quinn the benefit of the doubt.
"I guess things just don't quite fit together."
As much as he hated to admit it, Sam knew that Cass was right, there were things that didn't fit together and for whatever reason, Dean wasn't seeing it. Well, Dean isn't seeing it because he mainly thought about Quinn with his little brain. Good or bad, Cass was right, there was something different about Quinn, something Sam couldn't put his finger on.
Sam was the one who finally broke the tense silence, "I get it."
"What?" Dean and Cass asked at the same time, the former out of confusion and the latter out of surprise.
"No offense Dean, I know how you feel about her." Sam said. This statement caused a look of shock to appear on Dean's face. "But this is all a little too weird, we've both been doing this too long to not realize when something isn't right, you have to see that something isn't right here."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Dean said.
Sam starred at him, everyone at the table knew what Sam was talking about, "Come on, what Blair told her, the thing that's after us, the fact that the crazy red smoke just disappeared after she confronted it. It's weird Dean."
"You said it yourself Sam, she's a specialist." Dean said, still not willing to accept his brother and Cass's point of view.
"When Cass says something is weird, it's probably weird." Sam said and Cass nodded along.
"He's been wrong before."
"Rarely." Cass said, coming to his own defense.
"Dean." Sam said.
"Sam, stop, I get it." Dean said. "This is weird, I know that, but I just can't focus on that right now."
"Why not?"
"Because I want to keep her safe." Dean started to get very intense. "That's my focus right now because that's what matters. Yeah, it would be great if we knew what was after us, I'll admit that, but I am not going to push an envelope that doesn't want to be pushed. I've been there, it's not fun."
"Sometimes you need to push the envelope to get the right answers and we need answers." Sam said, matching brother's intensity. "You want to protect her, fine, but we cannot just keep running."
Dean glared at Sam, he couldn't believe his own brother was switching sides, after all they've been through.
"He's right Dean, you might have to push the envelope, as you say, because if not, whatever has been chasing you will probably kill you the first chance it gets." Cass said.
"I'm not going to do that." Dean told them.
"Alright, then I'll do it." Sam said.
"No, you won't, you start asking questions and I swear…"
"You'll what Dean? Bust my nose? Shoot me?" Sam asked, interrupting Sam. "It's just a couple of questions, that's all."
"Just give it a little more time Sam, like another couple weeks." Dean said. "Give her just two more weeks and if we don't know anything by then, you can ask all the questions you want."
"I don't know about this Dean." Cass said. "Do you think you'll be able to outrun this thing for two weeks?"
"Why are you two trying so hard to make me do this?" Dean asked. "Sam, remember when you got your soul back and even though you weren't supposed to, you scratched the freaking wall and your world came crashing down? And Cass, what about when you tried to take all those bad memories and then you had a mental breakdown, which was the beginning to the wonderful story of how Dean and Cass got to purgatory?"
Sam and Cass both adverted Dean's gaze, they remember those situations all too well.
"This is what happens when you push the envelope and I want to give her a little bit more time or else that's going to happen all over again." Dean said and got up to leave. "And I'm not doing that to her."
"What are you doing Dean?" Sam asked.
"Leaving." He answered, putting down money for the meal. "You can have Cass zap you home."
Storming out of the diner, Dean left Cass and Sam alone at the booth in silence.
"Seriously Cass, what do you know?" Sam asked.
"Like I said, nothing of importance." Cass answered. "Shall we go?"
"Might as well."
Following the ordeal with Cass and the Winchesters, Quinn decided to unwind with stupid late night TV. As the night progressed she went from vulgar poorly drawn cartoons to not so interesting infomercials. Part of the way through a program about an incredibly fast and compact blender, just as Quinn was drifting off to sleep, Cass and Sam appeared before her in the middle of the motel room.
"Holy crap!" Quinn yelled and nearly jumped out of bed. "We have a front door, you know?"
"Yeah, but Cass and I weren't allowed back in the car." Sam answered.
"What?"
"Dean left without us, so Sam and I had to find an alternative means of transportation." Cass answered.
"Thank you Castiel." Quinn said sarcastically.
"You're welcome Quinn." Cass said in the same tone, he still hasn't fully grasped the concept of sarcasm.
"I was more curious about the 'not allowed back in the car' ordeal." Quinn answered with air quotes.
In that moment Dean threw open the front door and saw Sam, Quinn, and Cass standing in the room talking amongst each other, "Oh, this is just perfect."
"Dean, would you just listen to reason?" Sam asked.
"Listen to reason?" Dean asked, going toe to toe with Sam. "What you're saying is I should trust whatever it is telling you that I should do something to cause someone else pain, pain which they don't deserve?"
"If it helps us figure this out, then yes, that's what I think you should do."
Without another word, Dean turned his back to his brother and walked back towards the door.
"Where are you going now?" Sam asked.
"Out." Dean answered, slamming the door behind him.
While Sam and Cass just starred at the door, Quinn slipped on her nearby shoes, grabbed her jacket, and went outside. As Dean opened the car door, Quinn stepped out of the motel in her pajamas, and he watched as she walked over.
"Dean, where are you going?" Quinn asked, more concerned about Dean's safety.
"Probably get a drink or something." He answered coolly.
"Here, I'll go with you."
"I think I'll be fine." Dean said, not that he doesn't want to spend time with Quinn, this just may not be the best time.
"You're not fine now, why would you be fine after a drink or two?"
"What are you talking about?" Dean asked. "Nothing's wrong."
"Don't pretend like I didn't see and hear that argument in there." Quinn said and stepped to the passenger side of the Impala. "I'll go with you, hell you don't even have to talk to me, I just want to make sure that you're moderately okay, and at the very least, take you home if you've had too much."
"Alright, you can come." Dean said, trying to make this sound like it was an imposition.
Driving to the only bar nearby that was still open without speaking to one another made Quinn believe that Dean was truly upset with her for insisting to tag along. In reality Dean wasn't all that upset, though he did his best to keep her in the dark; he blasted some of his music, something loud that would act as further proof of his anger. Through the noise, on the second chorus of Mötely Crüe's 'Shout at the Devil' Dean heard a faint noise coming from the seat next to him.
"Well stand and deliver, be strong and laugh and shout, shout, shout, shout at the devil…" She quietly sang along and watched the scenery as it passed them.
Listening to her sing Mötely Crüe made Dean smile, Sam is always complaining about what Dean listens to in the car. Not only did Quinn refrain from complaining, but she's actually singing along. Sam thinks she's hiding something, but Dean knows deep down that if she is in fact hiding something from them, it's for their own good. If Quinn wanted to hurt or kill them, she would have done it already.
The bar that Dean found was some rough establishment right on the outskirts of town, rather in the fringes of the outskirts of town, this place is in Eastwood by area code only. Like the rest of the town it was quiet, a couple of people still hanging around, and there was a bar tender who had just finished cleaning up after what is considered to be their busy period. Both Quinn and Dean took a seat at the bar.
"What can I get you?" The bartender asked.
"Whiskey, two fingers, neat." Dean answered.
"Nothing for me, I'm his designated driver." Quinn sweetly replied.
"If you need anything then it's on the house." The bartender said with a wink and poured Dean's beverage.
"I know that you said you knew about Sam and I before we met, what exactly did you know?" Dean asked as the bartender set the drink down in front of him. "Thanks."
"I knew what you two did for a living, that you were brothers, your dad did this, you knew Bobby…" Quinn answered.
"You knew about Bobby?" Dean asked.
"He was hunting a viruñas that came up from Columbia." Quinn answered and smiled at the memories. "It was one of those few that ever came up to the States and I had to research it. Anyway, while I was trying to get pictures it tried to attack me and steal my soul, but Bobby got there just in time and killed it. He saved my ass."
"He's saved mine more than once." Dean said downing his drink and motioning for one more.
"Garth found my number somewhere in his notes and called me on a case about a viruñas a couple of weeks after Bobby passed way." Quinn told Dean. "It's funny, Bobby told me before we went our separate ways that if I ever needed help and he wasn't available, I had to contact either you or Sam."
Dean started to laugh as he was given another drink.
"What?" Quinn asked.
"You were told to ask us for help if you needed it, when you did eventually need help, we were there." Dean answered. "I just think it's kind of funny how things work out like that."
"Maybe it's fate."
"Fate, if it's real, has never been this good to me."
"In case you forgot, there is something chasing me right now. Which technically means something's chasing us."
"See, fate's an ass."
Quinn laughed and nodded in agreement with the cynical man. While he continued to drink Quinn and Dean swapped various stories about hunts, research expeditions, Bobby, sports, and really anything that just happened to come to mind. After he was a few glasses of whiskey in, Dean began to lose control over his ability to think before speaking.
"I have to ask, what was it, specifically, that you found so unappealing about me?" Dean asked.
"What are you talking about?" Quinn asked, sipping a glass of water.
"When I asked you out, you shot me down." Dean answered. "That rarely ever happens."
"It has nothing to do with you, trust me."
"Then what is it?"
"I'm…broken, Dean."
"You think you're broken?" Dean asked. "Sam and I hunt things that most people can't even conjure up in their worst nightmares and Cass is a fallen angel. Beyond having to do what you did to Blair, how could whatever happened to you be worse?"
"You'd be surprised."
"Well, if you are truly as broken as you think." Dean said and held up his new glass of whiskey. "Then welcome to the island of misfit toys."
Quinn smirked, "Did you really just make that reference?"
"It was popular when we were kids and TV was often our babysitter." Dean answered and downed the rest of the drink before switching moods. "Seriously though, we understand broken."
"I'm starting to get that."
Dean smiled at Quinn yet again, there's something about this girl. When he's around her, he hurts a little bit less. It didn't matter how broken Quinn thought she was, her presence was mending Dean. Slowly but surely, Quinn was fixing a part of Dean that he thought was destroyed a long time ago.
With a few more drinks in Dean's system Quinn decided that it was probably time to take him home. He paid his tab and left a generous tip. This time Quinn had to help Dean as they walked back to the car, he pulled the keys out of his pocket and held them out towards Quinn.
"You drive baby home."
Quinn took the keys from Dean, "Are you sure?"
"Positive."
Getting into the driver's seat as Dean took shotgun was strange. Even with Dean's permission and elevated blood-alcohol level, Quinn was still hesitant to drive the Impala. Anyone who has met Dean and has been near this car knows that this is truly his baby. With a deep breath Quinn started the engine and carefully made her way out of the bar's parking lot. Although every fiber of her being was screaming to just rip through the back roads, Quinn took the slow short way back to the motel.
Certainly Dean was a bit off because he had been drinking, but this did give him some time to think. As much as he didn't want to admit it, Dean defiantly had feelings for Quinn, feelings he hadn't really felt for another woman since Lisa. There was the main core of his issues, besides Lisa he had never been in any sort of long term relationship and frankly given the events with the last few women he was with, he was surprisingly a little bit gun shy. He didn't want those feelings again because he was afraid of all the different ways that this could end badly.
Little did he know that Quinn was battling the same conflicting feelings. Deep down there were things that she was beginning to feel for Dean that she had honestly never felt for another man before. Like Dean, she also knew that it would probably be safest for him if she didn't attempt to act on these feelings, to just keep them bottled up and deal with them in some unhealthy manner later on, probably drinking and a lot of one nights stands with strange men.
Pulling up to the motel they guessed that Sam was asleep, all of the windows were dark. Quinn picked the spot that they were in before and went around to help Dean, who was now incredibly intoxicated, out of the car.
"Alright Dean, let's get you to bed." Quinn said as she pulled the grown man out of the car. Right as she unlocked the motel door, Dean pushed it closed and prevent her from opening it again. "Come on, you have sleep."
"No, I need to tell you something first." He said and sounded surprisingly sober.
"What?"
"I know what you said before, but I have feelings for you Quinn, strong feelings." Dean replied. "And they have been so confusing and frustrating and I haven't felt this way in a long time, if ever."
"Dean, you're drunk."
"I'm not drunk." Dean said sternly as he grabbed her shoulder, both for contact and stability. "I feel something for you Quinn and if you say that you don't feel something for me too, you're lying."
"Fine, I have feelings for you too, but…"
Instead of letting her speak Dean pressed his lips to hers. Quinn did not protest, there was no need to, she wanted this just as bad as he did. They were lying before when they said that this was nothing or when Dean told Sam that his feelings were only temporary and they could no longer deny it. When they stopped Quinn looked up into Dean's eyes, there was a spark there, something you don't get with some random person. Silently as she collapsed into Dean's arms she felt that maybe he was helping to fix her too.
The moment proved to be short-lived as Quinn started to feel Dean's body weighing down on her, he wasn't passed out yet, but it wouldn't be long. Helping Dean into bed she banged her shin on the metal bedframe, the sound didn't faze Dean one bit, but did wake Sam. From his bed he watched as Quinn helped Dean into bed before kissing his forehead and walking back outside. The crappy motel mattress squeaked as Sam sat up and put on his shoes, but he didn't worry because by this point Dean was out cold. Outside he found Quinn sitting against the wall next to their door, Sam shut the door behind him and stood across from Quinn. Using her sleeves as tissue Quinn quickly wiped her face.
"You okay?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, just processing everything." She choked out.
"Do you mind if we talk?"
"No, can you help me up?"
Sam grabbed Quinn's hand and helped her up off the ground, "I know Dean doesn't want me asking, but what in the hell was that today and what about everything with Cass?"
"Honestly Sam, it's better if you don't know."
"Few things in this world actually scare Dean and I, you can trust us."
"Can I trust you Sam?" It wasn't necessarily a question of fear or trust, but she often found that the truth wasn't always the best thing.
"Of course you can, we're already taking you on the road with us to protect you, we should have the right to know what's going on and what's after us."
"Tell me Sam, when you tell people the truth, whether or not they think they can handle it, does it ever end well?" Quinn questioned, already knowing that the answer Sam would probably give her would be similar to her own. "For normal people honesty is the best policy, but it isn't always for us."
"What makes us so different?"
"Because we already know truths that most people never will." Quinn answered matter-of-factly. "I've kept the thing at bay for ten days…"
Sam interrupted her, "It almost killed us today!"
"Up until now I was doing just fine, but you had to put those protection symbols all over the walls!"
"You passed out on the bed and we had a job, what else were we supposed to do?" Sam asked. "We were protecting you, just like we promised that we would."
"I never asked you to. I told you not to get involved and that I could handle this."
"Well I'm sorry that my brother thought it would be right to try and keep you safe!"
"If you two don't shut up right now I'm gonna call the cops!" The person in the room next to theirs yelled from the other side of the door.
Taking in a deep breath, Quinn calmed down before Sam did, "Honestly, I am thankful for all that you and Dean have done, but please just understand that when you need to know something I will tell you, until that point just let it go."
"I just don't know if I can keep this up knowing that you're withholding information from us."
"It's not pertinent information, as long as you let me do what I have to do and we keep moving, we will all be safe."
Sam was finally calm as well, but still had one more burning question, "And how do I know that I can trust you? That we can trust you?"
"I don't want to hurt you or Dean, nor do I want to see either of you get hurt by anything else and I will do anything and everything in my power to keep that from happening." Quinn answered. "I guess you just have to believe that."
Not another word was spoken, Sam went back into the motel room and got back into bed, although he was not able to go to sleep as easily as his brother, who was quietly snoring in the bed next to him. As he starred at the popcorn ceiling his mind began to race, he really did want to believe Quinn, but there was still something off and he just couldn't shake. While Sam tried to sleep Quinn left the motel and walked around the quiet little town, knowing that this was the best way for her to clear her head. Though she never lied to the Winchesters, she hadn't been telling them the full truth and she knew that she would have to eventually, but over the course of the last few hours she knew that they couldn't be kept in the dark for long.