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, 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.
Warning there is some slightly graphic content, nothing worse than what they would have on the show, but I felt that a warning is kind.
Now that all of that is over, please enjoy my story.
In the wee hours of the morning, much earlier than Dean is accustom to, he was shaken from a relatively sound slumber by the rather jarring sound of his cellphone. Without looking at the device he hit the green button and put the it to his ear.
"Dean, I don't have much time, but I need help…" From the tone in Sam's voice Dean could tell that he was terrified. "Listen, you're not going to believe this, but…"
The second he heard Sam's plea, Dean jumped out of bed and started to pull on some nearby clothes, "Sammy!"
"Who are you talking to?" A woman asked followed by a loud crash, her voice was so faint Dean could hardly make out what she was saying. "Well, I'm not surprised."
"Sammy?" Dean asked, even though no one was around to hear it.
Then there was a click and the line went dead, Dean immediately tried to call them back, but it went to voicemail and there was no point in leaving a message. There wasn't even a way to track the phone, since Dean had no idea who the carrier was. None of that mattered though and there was no way that Dean was going to let any of it stop him because he was not about to lose one of the last people on this Earth that he legitimately cared about.
-[earlier that morning]-
Groggy and light-headed Sam awoke to find himself in a room that was vaguely familiar, once his eyes focused he saw that it was the living room in Quinn's apartment. As he tried to move from his spot he found that he was bound to a chair with rope.
"What the hell?" He asked, his voice hoarse and gravely.
That one phrase prompted Quinn to walk into the room, beer in hand, "Oh good, you're up."
"Quinn?" Sam asked, surprised to see her.
"Yeah, let's go with that."
There was a throbbing in Sam's head that became more intense as he fully regained conscious, "Son of a bitch." He was starting to sound like his brother.
"Sorry about the little head wound, I didn't think you'd be that difficult to take down." She sat down in the chair across from him and took a sip of beer. "I mean I factored in some difficulty given your above-average proportions, but it still wasn't quite enough."
"You can't be Quinn." Sam said, succubus or not, she would never do anything like this.
"Sam, Sam, Sam, the last horse finally reached the finish line."
"What did you do to her?" Sam asked and lunged forward, but didn't get very far given the ropes and duct tape holding him down.
"Your little friend Quinn is buried deep within this body, scratching around, trying to make her way to the surface." Quinn answered. "But she can't, she's not strong enough, and that is going to make this that much better."
"What are you talking about?"
"Possession, Sam, she can see everything that's going on right now." Quinn answered. "Come on Winchester, you should know this."
"What are you talking about?"
Quinn put her hands on Sam's forearms and dug her nails deep into his skin, causing him to yell out in pain as they pierced his flesh, "You do know what my kind does to guys like you, don't you Sammy?"
"I'm not Sammy, not to you, and I don't even know who you are." Sam told her, his jaw clenched in an attempt to hold back his emotions.
"Come on, take a wild guess."
"Ruby?"
"Don't know who Ruby is, keep trying."
"Meg?"
"That doesn't really ring a bell either, one more time." Quinn removed her hands and backed away from Sam. "This time I'll give you a little hint; what she is and what I am, it's all basically the same thing or at least it was. Not to mention, you and I have met before."
"Blair."
Grabbing a towel from the kitchen Quinn wiped the blood off of her hands, "Ding, ding, we have a winner!"
Sam was getting tired of the games, "That's not possible, we sent your ass to purgatory where you belong."
"Now Sammy, you and your brother have been to purgatory." She said and moved to the front of him, taking a seat on Quinn's coffee table. "You know as well as I that things can slip through the cracks."
"Not for you they can't."
"Oh, but they can, and being betrayed by your best friend and two idiot hunters is always a good sympathy card in the underworld."
"You were killing innocent people, we had to stop you!"
"But you didn't have to rope Quinn into it!" When she got mad her eyes turned pitch black. "She was my best friend and you had her kill me!"
"She didn't want you doing that either!"
"That doesn't matter!" Blair said and pushed over one of Quinn's end tables out of anger. "Whatever way you want to paint it, the picture is still black and white and Quinn still betrayed me, one of her own kind."
"Quinn is nothing like you, she is a good person." Sam's mouth moved faster than his mind and it took him a second to process what he just told Blair. "I wish I would have realized that sooner because we could have kept her safe and out of your reach."
"I would've gotten to her one way or another."
"Not on my watch." After Sam said and looked right through Quinn's outer shell into Blair's tainted soul.
"It's too bad I could have never had the chance to use you for your intended purpose." Blair said, breaking the gaze. "That much hostility and anger, it would've been fun."
"We never would have gotten that far."
"Yes, I understand that now, but still, a girl is always curious." Blair said and pressed her lips to Sam's. "Such a shame that's all going to waste."
Turning away from her, Sam looked displeased, "I'm not too broken up about it."
"No matter, what's going on between Quinn and Dean should suffice."
"That's gross."
With a sigh Blair rested her head on her hand and squinted quizzically at Sam, "Now what should I do with you?"
"Let me go." Sam offered, hoping she'd take the option.
"Nah, I was thinking I would either kill you quick and let your brother find your corpse, or have him walk in only to watch you die and he can't do anything about it, or lock you in here and kill him somewhere else." Even a monster shouldn't be this excited about killing someone. "Oh, they're all so good I just can't decide."
"You're a monster."
Her eyes turned black as she jumped up and nearly touched her nose to his, "No, I'm a demon."
"Either way, you're not getting out of this one alive, in the end you will be in hell, I guarantee."
"Doubt it." Blair said, circling Sam as if he were prey. "Oh, I could get you back on the dark side, a nice plate of chocolate chip cookies with a tall icy glass of demon blood, fix you right up."
"I won't do that."
"It doesn't matter what you will do, it's what I will do." Blair told him before going into the kitchen.
Sam then noticed that Blair left her phone on the coffee table; he leaned forward in the chair and grabbed it, but doing so caused him to fall all the way down to the ground. Sure it hurt and there is a strong possibility that he at the very least sprained something in his right hand, but he played through the pain and punched Dean's cell phone number into the cheap burner.
"Dean, I don't have much time, but I need help…" Sam hastily tried to get his words out as Blair came back into the room. "Listen, you're not going to believe this, but…"
"Sammy!" Could be heard by both parties as Blair ran over.
"Who are you talking to?" Quinn pushed the chair onto its back and grabbed the phone from Sam's injured hand and saw that it was Dean's name on the screen, "Well, I'm not surprised."
Blair hung up the phone, took it into the kitchen, and put it down the garage disposal. Still grinning from ear-to-ear she came back into the living room and hoisted Sam's chair up on its legs. Silently she sat down across from him and waited.
"Why aren't you scared or moving or something?" Sam finally asked.
"Believe it or not, I am not actually scared of you or your brother, not anymore."
"You had this all planned out, didn't you?"
"No, but I can certainly work with it."
"Dean is going to find us and he is going to save me and Quinn."
"Well, you are right about one thing," Blair said with a smirk, "He is going to find us."
Stealthily she jabbed a small needle into Sam's neck, injecting enough tranquilizer to knock him out for a little while. Then she got to work setting up a scene for the moment when Dean arrives.
Usually not one for traffic laws, Dean sped down the road, pushing his beloved car to the edge. Down the road she began to slow down, even though Dean hadn't touched the break.
"No, no, no, don't do this to me baby."
Even with Dean's coaxing, the car slowed to a crawl before stopping. He got out of the car and popped the hood, she overheated. Usually he has the provisions on board to remedy the situation, but he used the last of his coolant a couple months ago and forgot to replenish his supply and they used almost all of their spare water in a demon hunt last week and the little bit they had left over would never suffice.
Dean knew that there was one last person he could call to in an hour of need, "Cass, I need your help, it's all going crap down here…"
"Say no more." The angel said as he appeared in front of Dean.
"Cass, you are a sight for sore eyes." Dean threw his arms around his friend.
"I missed you too, Dean." Cass said, unfamiliar with Dean's friendliness. "What's going on?"
"The car overheated and I don't have a lot of water or coolant." Dean answered. "We're in the middle of a dirt road with the nearest town miles away in either direction."
"Where is Sam?"
"He's gone, I don't know where, I got a thirty second call from him this morning, it sounded like he was being held against his will by a woman."
"I'll be back." Cass disappeared and returned before Dean's eyes with a large jug of water and antifreeze in hand. "Will this work?"
"That'll work great." Dean answered, by now enough time had passed that the Impala had cooled down enough for him to put the liquids into the radiator.
"How are you feeling today?" Cass asked as he watched Dean work.
"Well, it's emotionally crippling losing your brother shortly after your girlfriend walked out on you; but hey, if there wasn't pain like this in my life, then how in the hell would I know that it's mine?"
"Then you are not going to like what I have to tell you."
Dean put the last of the antifreeze in the radiator and closed the hood of the Impala, "What?"
"Quinn has him."
"What?" Dean repeated.
"Quinn has Sam, I don't when this happened, but I found her and he was there."
"How do you know it's her?"
"Because, I've been keeping track of Quinn."
"You have been keeping track of her and you didn't think to tell me about this?"
"I didn't know she was the one that left, it was more just me popping up for about ten seconds to make sure that she didn't kill you."
There was no time to squabble about this, because by the time the argument ended Sam would probably be six feet under somewhere, "Where is she, Cass?"
"At her apartment in Cedar Rapids."
"Alright, you meet me there, I can't do this alone."
"I can just take you there."
"No way, I don't know what I'm up against here and without our gear I'm useless."
"Whatever you need, I can get, we just need to go now."
"Fine, just let me make sure about one thing." Dean said and checked for his pistol and the demon blade, then nodded towards Cass.
The angel put his hand on Dean's shoulder and they appeared in front of Quinn's old apartment complex. Just as quickly as they had appeared, Cass was gone and Dean, alone, was promptly detained by two large men in black suits with matching soulless black eyes. Little did he know that Cass came back and snuck up behind the two possessed men. He put his hands to the back of their heads and helped expel the demons from their bodies. As a result they fell to the ground, ultimately freeing Dean.
"Thanks Cass."
"You're welcome." He said, but stopped dead in his tracks.
"Cass, what's wrong?" Dean asked as he walked back to his friend. "I need your help with this."
"There are angel sigils, I can't go any further."
"Alright, looks like I'm going at this alone."
"Then I guess I'll wait here."
Dean nodded and did his best to quietly make it up to Quinn's apartment, hoping that whatever is going on, both Quinn and Sam are more or less safe. Of course it didn't help that as he came around the corner, he encountered two more demon men, but this time he didn't have Cass to back him up. He pulled the flask from his pocket and doused them with holy water, it gave him just enough time to pull the demon blade from his jacket and kill them. Another couple demons heard the commotion and came his way, but he pulled the same trick. As he moved through the rest of the floors he kept the holy water and demon blade on hand.
In the apartment Quinn roughly patted Sam's face to wake him up. When Sam came to and saw that she had a knife in her hand, he feared the worst.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked, still hazy from the tranquilizer.
"We need to move this along, because our current situation is less than ideal." She answered and with a few quick motions she cut through Sam's restraints, then turned the blade on herself and drove it into her abdomen.
"What the hell?" Sam yelled as he jumped out of the chair, watching someone stab their own body is a very sobering experience.
"Let's see who he chooses, his brother or the woman he loves." Blair said with a devilish grin and then tears began to roll down her face. "Sam stop!"
As Sam watched the scene unfold his confusion intensified.
"Please stop, just leave me alone!" Blair yelled, still crying.
Now Sam heard what Blair could hear all along, Dean coming up to the apartment. Instead of running he just watched Blair's charade.
"Why are you doing this to me?" She asked and lunged at Sam, knife in hand.
Quick on his feet, he blocked her, grabbed the knife, and she fell to the floor. Right as her body hit the ground Dean busted through the door, gun in hand, and caught his brother and former girlfriend in a very compromising position.
"What the hell is going on here?" Dean asked, appalled by the scene.
"Oh Dean!"
"Quinn!" Dean rushed to her side, but kept his gun on Sam the entire time. "Sam, drop the knife."
With a roll of his eyes Sam let go of the knife, "Dean, this isn't want it looks like."
"Sam came here and he was trying to hurt me, but you saved me Dean." Blair was pulling at Dean's heartstrings with her crocodile tears. "My knight in shining armor."
"You have got to be kidding me." Sam muttered.
"It's alright, it's going to be alright." Dean said as he grabbed the nearby bloody towel and handed it to Blair, although he's still unaware of the fact that the woman he's holding only looks like Quinn. "Put that on it and make sure to apply pressure."
"Thank you Dean."
Dean stood up and walked over to his brother, "What the hell Sam?"
"Dean…" Sam started to say.
"Why did you hurt her?"
"He thinks I'm a monster." Blair answered weakly.
"No, I don't."
Dean just shook his head as he went back over to Blair and helped her up.
"You hurt her, the least you could do is help." Dean told Sam.
Reluctantly Sam walked over and steadied the other side of Blair. Together they helped her downstairs, all the while Dean was paying more attention to Quinn than Sam. A fact that Sam was none too happy about, because Dean ended up choosing the woman over him. A fact that did hurt his pride a bit, why didn't Dean chose his brother?
"What happened?" Cass asked as they got to the bottom of the steps.
"Sam stabbed me."
Since he was actually paying attention to everyone in the group, Cass noticed Sam roll his eyes when Quinn spoke. Now, he may not have the best understanding of human idiosyncrasies, but he could tell that something was very wrong with Quinn and Sam knew more than Dean did.
"Cass, we're going to the hospital." Dean told Cass as they helped Quinn into the backseat. "Can you meet us there?"
"Yes." Cass answered before disappearing again.
Dean drove them to the nearest hospital. Even though he did believe that it was Quinn in the backseat, he also noticed that Sam was babying his right hand. He couldn't take his eyes off the road long enough to get a good look, but from just a few glances he could tell that it was injured and it was enough to prevent him from stabbing Quinn with the kind of precision that was used.
Pulling up to the hospital, they saw Cass waiting outside. Both Winchesters were helping Quinn into the hospital, but Cass put his hand on Sam's shoulder along the way and stopped him from going inside with Dean and Quinn.
"What happened to your hand?" Cass quietly asked.
"I fell over in the chair and landed on top of it."
"Here, let me see what I can do." Cass said and touched Sam's forehead, miraculously healing Sam's injured hand. "Before you go in there, what happened with Quinn?"
"She's not Quinn, Cass, it's Quinn's body, but Blair's inside."
Cass muddled over that thought, "But didn't you say that Blair was dead?"
"Yeah."
"Then how is she back?"
"I don't know."
"I'm going to see if I can find something on this." Cass said and left Sam alone outside of the hospital.
Not wanting to just hang out outside of a hospital, Sam walked inside and found Dean speaking with a nurse.
"There he is!" Dean said and motioned Sam over. "This is my brother Kyle, he was just outside parking the car."
"Hello." Sam said, but refrained some shaking hands because his are currently covered in dried blood.
"Were you with your brother all day today?" The nurse asked.
"Yeah, all day." Sam continued the life for Dean, he doesn't want the hospital thinking that it was either of them that did this.
"Then you were with him when you two entered the apartment?"
"Yes ma'am, found her in a pool of her own blood." Sam answered, he would have been surprised if Dean told them anything else. "As far as I can tell, someone broke down the door, most likely in an attempt to rob them, and panicked when he or she realized that there was someone in the apartment."
"And how did you come to that conclusion, Mr. Smith?"
"I'm a detective ma'am, it's what I do." Sam flashed a fake badge that he just remembered was in his pocket, but not long enough for the nurse to notice that the last name wasn't Smith.
"Story checks out, besides I have a job to do." She said. "But if I find out that you two are lying to me, there will be consequences."
"Of course there will be." Dean said before she walked away.
Once all of the questions were answered and Quinn was admitted into surgery, Sam and Dean finally had a little downtime to talk alone. Dean pulled his brother outside, away from any doors or windows, really any place where someone could possibly hear their conversation.
"What was that back there Sam?"
"I know this is going to be hard to believe, but I didn't do that."
"Really? Because it sure as hell looked that way."
"She did that to herself."
"Why would she do that to herself?"
"Because she isn't Quinn."
"What?"
"It's Quinn's body, yes, but Blair's controlling her."
"Blair, as in Quinn's old friend, Blair?"
"Yeah."
"No, that doesn't make sense." Dean started to pace around a little bit. "Quinn took care of Blair, we watched that happen. Now Blair is screwing around in purgatory, there's no way she's coming back."
"I don't know how to explain it Dean, but that's what she told me."
"She told you?"
"Yeah, she told me everything." Sam answered. "In the end she thought that she could force you to choose between her and myself."
"Did she tell you what happened to Quinn?" Dean asked with some hesitation.
"Quinn's still in there, she saw and experienced everything." Sam answered. "Blair told me that she is now a demon."
"Do you know how we could get Blair out?"
"I don't know, it could be a typical demon thing, but if there's anything from what she was left over, it could be different." Sam answered and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I mean I could look into it, but look how difficult it was to find out about all of this in the first place."
"Dammit."
"For starters we could try a normal exorcism, it could work."
"It's worth a shot."
"We should wait though, at least until she's out of surgery and could go home."
"Why?" Dean asked. "For all we know Blair could kill her midway through."
"It wouldn't be wise for us to go in there guns blazing." Sam said. "Besides, Blair won't let her die."
"And how can you be so sure?"
"Because she knows what you and Quinn feel for one another and she wants to use that to her advantage."
"That is disturbing on so many levels."
"When is not?"
"Good question."
On that final note, they went back into the hospital and were immediately met with a nurse.
"You two were the ones that came in with Mrs. Smith, correct?" She asked.
"Yeah, that's my wife." Dean answered.
"Thankfully the wound wasn't too bad, we were able to stop the bleeding and they are finishing the sutures right now."
"When can we go see her?"
"In a few minutes, I will come get you when she's in recovery."
"I know she's not your favorite person right now, but can you go with me?" Dean asked Sam. "Just in case things go south."
"Of course I will." Sam replied
On the operating table as doctors worked to repair the wound, Quinn found herself alone in her mind as a result of the anesthesia. Since she had already been pushed aside since Blair invaded her space, there was a weird state of semi-consciousness for Quinn and the only thing running through her mind was revenge.
Soon the darkness faded and Quinn found herself on a playground, one that she hadn't been to in decades. The real Blair was leaning against the ladder for the slide and Quinn was sitting on one of the swings.
"This is where we met when we were younger, remember?" Blair asked.
"Yeah." Quinn answered.
"Then we became fast friends."
"Isn't that a shocker?"
"Well, it was a carefully executed plan."
"Why are you doing this to me Blair?"
"Because you brought those hunters into our midst and then you killed me." Blair answered. "What is the one thing that we always pride ourselves on?"
"Secrecy." Quinn answered as if she were a small child.
"Damn right secrecy and you blew that entire cover."
"You were killing people."
"I was doing what I had to in order to survive."
"But you never had to kill people." Quinn said as she stood up.
"Like I told you before, it's so much better if you do."
"Is that what you plan on doing to Dean, to Sam?" Quinn asked. "Kill them?"
"Look at how good you were doing just being around Dean." Blair answered. "If I were to kill him, I would be damn near unstoppable."
"I'm not going to let you kill them." Quinn said as she lunged towards Blair, but Blair zapped herself out of Quinn's way and Quinn fell to the ground.
Blair clicked her tongue as she reappeared and walked up behind Quinn, kicking her back down to the ground. "You seem to forget, I have the upper-hand in this Quinn, I am more powerful than you, always have been and always will be."
"There's something that you're forgetting too." Quinn said as she focused on Blair, who in an instant went flying across the park. "This is my mind and my body, you're just visiting."
"You're not going to get me out this way." Blair said as she got back up.
"Doesn't mean I'm not going to try." Quinn said as Blair came over and tried to hit her, but Quinn blocked it and knocked Blair to the ground. "This looks familiar."
"This isn't going to end the same way it did before." Blair said.
"Yeah, you're probably right." Quinn said as she hit Blair, hard.
Back in the hospital room Quinn's eyes flew open and she shot upright. Both brothers jumped out of their chairs and rushed over to the bed.
"Quinn?" Dean asked.
"Yeah." She answered weakly.
"Really Quinn?"
"Yes, but not for long." Quinn looked from Dean to Sam. "I am so sorry about what she did."
"Don't be sorry, I know it wasn't you." Sam told her.
"We're going to make this right, I promise." Dean said.
"Just be careful, she is powerful and you don't scare her."
Dean forced himself to smile, "We've never been afraid of her."
"Dean, I missed you."
"I missed you too." Without thinking he went in for a kiss, but stopped because he didn't know what their boundaries were anymore. "Sorry."
"Don't be." She started to smile, but stopped when Cass appeared. "We have company."
Dean turned to Cass, "What's going on?"
"I think it would be best to converse in private." Cass said.
Dean said and turned back to Quinn. "We'll be right back."
"I'll be here." Quinn said, squeezing Dean's hand once before he let go and left her alone.
Walking into the hallway, they found that they were the only ones around, so it was probably as good a place as any to have a brief conversation.
"I searched for something, but I couldn't find any answers." Cass said, referring to the conversation he was having previously with Sam. "This has to be going on in Purgatory, which is just a little bit out of my sight line."
"If this happened with Blair, do you think it could happen with all of them?" Sam asked.
"No, I think this is something on a case-by-case system."
"So, Blair is in fact a demon?" Dean whispered, just double-checking.
"As far as I can tell, yes. Blair Francis is now a demon."
"Then we can exorcise her and let Quinn get better."
"Quinn is too weak, if you remove Blair now, Quinn will die."
"Heal her, then we can remove her and it's done."
"We can't heal injuries caused by them or done to them, it just cannot be done."
"What do you suggest we do?"
"Wait it out and when she is allowed to come home from the hospital, trap her, and then do the exorcism."
Dean leaned against the wall and ran his hands through his hair. While he was deep in thought and the other two mulled over what to say or do next, a doctor and a few nurses came rushing by and hurried into Quinn's room. With a heavy heart Dean looked to his brother and good friend for some sort of guidance.
Sam understood his brother's queue, "Go, we'll wait right here."
Those that just entered the room surrounded Quinn's bed and as Dean approached, the lone male nurse stopped him a mere foot and a half away from Quinn.
"Sir, we need you to step back."
"But, but that's my wife!"
"We understand sir, but we need you to step back into the hallway."
"Let me see her!" Dean tried to get by, but the nurse was stronger than he was and held him back.
"It is for your safety and hers that you step outside and let us do our job."
"All clear!" The doctor said in the background, applying the defibrillator paddles to Quinn's chest. A jolt of electricity shot through her body, which reacted with a quick jump.
Realizing that Dean wasn't going to budge, the man gave up and went back to helping the other nurses and the doctor. All of the work they did went by in a blur, the entire time Dean just starred at them, dumbfounded, with his mouth hanging open. Finally he heard the telltale sign of life, the heart rate monitor's rhythmic pulse. Nearly in tears he tried to approach her, but was stopped by the same man.
"Come on, she's fine now." Dean told him.
"She's not out of the woods yet, give us a chance to make sure everything is fine and we'll come get you when she's done."
Back in the hallway Sam and Cass awaited Dean's word. Judging from the somber look on his face as he walked out of the room, they could tell that the news wasn't good.
"I don't know what happened." Dean admitted.
"Your wife coded Mr. Smith." The doctor said as he walked up behind Dean. "She's fine and resting now, you can go in and stay with her if you want, but I'm afraid that we will have to keep her here a few more days for observation."
"What happened? Why did she…code?"
"It's hard to say, the stab wound was deep, but it didn't hit any major organs or arteries. Unlike a bullet, the knife didn't go in and bounce around. All in all there is nothing related to her injury that would likely cause this."
"That would be why you're keeping her a few extra days." Sam said.
"Precisely."
"Thanks for this, doc." Dean said and shook the doctor's hand.
"You're welcome, we'll take good care of her Mr. Smith."
Sam, Dean, and Cass waited in the hallway until all of the nurses cleared out. Inside the room Quinn was lying in bed, still awake. Initially everything seemed alright, but as Dean got closer he could tell that something was off. When Quinn grabbed his hand it felt different and when he looked into her eyes, he knew that it wasn't Quinn, not anymore.
"You doing okay?" Dean asked, trying to put on a brave face.
"Getting better." Quinn answered.
"Good, you scared me there for a minute."
"I'll try not to let it happen again."
"Why don't you try to get some shut eye, I'll wait here."
"Alright." She replied and snuggled into the hospital bed.
"If you two want to head out that's fine, I'm going to wait here with her." Dean told Sam and Cass.
"I'll be in touch." Cass said before disappearing again.
"I'll wait here with you." Sam then lowered his voice to a whisper, "Just in case you need backup."
Hours were spent with Quinn or more appropriately Blair masquerading as Quinn. Most of the time she was sleeping, whether it's Quinn or Blair, the body still needs to heal. Although it had to come to an end, one of the nurses quietly walked in and saw Dean sleeping with his head on Quinn's bed like a student on asleep on a desk. Sam was still awake, reading one of the newspapers provided to visitors.
"Mr. Smith, visiting hours are over."
Sam woke his brother, "We have to go."
"Alright, if something happens you'll call, right?" Dean asked the nurse.
"Of course Mr. Smith."
"Thanks." Dean said before walking out of the hospital with Sam.
It should come as no surprise that Dean wanted to stay in the city to be close to Quinn. During the drive to the hotel Dean was quiet and deep in thought. Upon their arrival at the motel, he didn't get out of the car right away and neither did Sam.
"I swear Sammy when this is done, after we get Quinn back and Blair is gone; I am taking her and we are going away and that will be it, I will leave this life for good."
"Really?" Sam asked, a little bit surprised.
"I'm done man and soon I'm gonna have her back and that means that I have something to stick around for." Dean answered and smiled. "I have another shot at that apple-pie life and I am taking it this time, no looking back."
"No looking back?" Sam asked.
"And I would suggest that you do the same." Dean answered.
"Dean, we've said this all before, that we would get out of the life, but…" Sam said.
"But nothing Sam, not this time." Dean said. "I want us to be in our sixties, sitting in a backyard, watching grandkids or something run around. I don't want to die now and I sure as hell am not going to turn out like Rufus or Bobby, don't get me wrong, they were good guys, but I don't want that."
"It's noble Dean, but what about the family business?"
"I don't know, but I don't think it can be my problem anymore. If I know she's around I'm just going to half-ass it and that's not fair to us or to the people that we're trying to help."
"I can't do this without you Dean."
"Then don't, like I said, you should do the same." Dean replied. "Hell, come with us, I don't care."
Sam didn't know exactly what to say, this isn't the first time that either of them have made this sort of claim, but he could tell that Dean was serious this time. Something inside him broke when he couldn't have a life with Lisa and now he might be able to get that back. Sam was telling the truth, he can't do this without Dean, so maybe it is time to hang it up or pass the torch, whatever it is that they have to do.
There they waited, both contemplating the future in the Impala in a parking lot for a motel in the middle of Iowa. Both had a taste of the world oblivious to the terrible things that go bump in the night, but it always seems to come crawling back. Usually this happens after someone comes crawling out of the depths of some underworld, but maybe if they both stop and cut off all ties, they can actually try to have a normal life. It sounds great in theory, but as they sat in the Impala they wondered if it could ever actually work; would they ever be able to truly escape this life?
I hope people are enjoying the story. Since the next chapter is already about half written, it should be up shortly.