Chapter 5

A/N- I do not own Supernatural

"Why is it when I see you guys here, there is always some sort of predicament?" I asked with a sigh once Dean and Bobby had Sam situated in the shelter. "Hell, last time I saw you, you came back from the dead."

"Probably because you're not here on our good days." Dean said sassily while I handed him and Bobby a beer.

"I've got a job just like you, sweetie." I said flicking his forehead. He swatted my hand away but I was faster and was half way across the room before he could get me.

"Knock it off ya idjits." Bobby said. "We've got work to do."

Sam's screams were like torture to all of us. Dean and Bobby's arguing wasn't helping very much either. I told the two I was going to check on Sam when his screams died down a little. Something didn't feel right to me.

When I got downstairs, I was met with an unfamiliar man in a trench coat. When he turned my way, I was able to see who he really was.

"Castiel?" I asked in shock.

"Sarah." He stated to reassure my assumption.

"Wow. Long time no see. A different vessel this time too." He looked at the floor as if he was guilty of something. "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry." Was all he said before he walked up to me and placed two fingers onto my forehead causing me to blackout.

….

"Sarah!" I jumped awake when Bobby shouted my name and was shaking me. I saw panic and worry covering his face before I remembered what happened.

"Sam!" I shouted looking towards the panic room. The door was wide open and he wasn't there. I covered my face with my hands and shaking my head in disbelief. "He got away… It's my fault…"

"Hey. No. It's not your fault. I wasn't able to stop him either." Bobby said reassuringly, helping me stand. "I already called Dean and he's looking for Sam."

"I should go look too… We all know who he is going to go find."

"No. You're staying here." I sighed before nodding in response. There really wasn't anything I could do besides get in the way. I wasn't involved in this fight originally so I didn't really know what I could do.

"You stupid, stupid son of a bitch! Well, boo hoo, I am so sorry your feelings are hurt, princess! Are you under the impression that family's supposed to make you feel good?! Make you an apple pie, maybe? They're supposed to make you miserable! That's why they're family!"

…

"You sound like a whiny brat. No, you sound like your dad." I decided to intervene in Bobby and Dean's fight after he said that.

"Bobby, we all know that Dean is a way better man that his dad ever was." Bobby looked at me with anger still in his eyes but they softened a bit when he figured out what I was referring too.

"You didn't even know my dad." Dean said. Bobby was right, he was kind of whiny right now.

"Actually, I did." I said trying to stay as calm as I could. "You remember what I told you about my mom?"

"Yeah. She was ganked by her one time partner." He said with a confused look on his face.

"Yep… 11 years ago I was here with Bobby when your dad walked in through that door." I pointed towards the door in the kitchen for emphasis. "He walked in and says with a straight face that he shot my mom in the head. He said he didn't have time for an exorcism so he only had one choice. I told you that I tried to avoid anything that had to do with him. Well, then I met you and Sam. You guys are like family to me now. You do what you can to help family. Blood or not. So, you are either going to call Sam or I will do it and you're going to get an ass kicking from me to knock some sense into you."

After that Dean suddenly disappeared….

I hadn't seen the boys for a while. Bobby at one point went to help the boys but ended up coming back in a wheelchair. He was faring well on his own but I still worried over him.

"Will you quit fussing over me? I can do things myself." Bobby said frustrated.

"Can't a girl help out the man who pretty much raised her?" I said with a smirk. He glared at me which caused me to chuckle. "Look… I know you can do things on your own and I'm just annoying the shit out of you but I would still be doing this if you were still able to walk."

I set the sandwich I made in front of him. I gave him a kiss on the cheek before walking over to the fridge to get him a beer.

"Damn kids…" I heard him mumble under his breath.

"We could always hook Molly up to the chair and she can pull you around if your arms get tired."

"You're not helping." He said taking a bite and still glaring at me but I could tell that he found the idea slightly funny.

"I know. I'm sorry."

*God Made Girls~ RaeLynn

"I've never seen you wear a skirt. You're always in jeans and your squared toes." Dean said after I finished the first verse with a smirk, walking over to the junk car I was sitting on top of. I ignored him at first and just kept playing my guitar. It was my way of releasing some stress and I hadn't had many opportunities to play lately. He seemed to get the memo because he leaned against the hood of the car next to me just listened.

When I was finished with that song, I started strumming a song that meant a lot to both of us. It was what we sang that night in the bar and what we bonded over in the car when we went to go get Sam those few years ago.

"So… are you going to keep ignoring me?" He asked getting serious.

"I'm not ignoring you. I just don't know what to say." I said with a sigh.

"What's that mean?"

"Bobby… He's been through a lot in these past few months and I don't know what to do. You guys aren't around him as much as I am. First the wheelchair and now he just had to kill Aunt Karen once again. I can't imagine what's he's feeling and I can't help but feel guilty because I can't help him." I said trying to choke back a sob and hold my tears in.

I guess one had escaped because Dean faced me and wiped it away with his thumb. He let his hand rest there for a while too. He grabbed my guitar and set it up against another car. Standing in between my legs to get closer, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in close. He placed one hand on the back of my head so it would rest on his chest.

Once I wrapped my arms around his waist, the dam broke. We sat there for a while and Dean was very patient with me. I knew he was breaking on the inside like me but he was not going to let just anyone see him break.

"I'm sorry." I said pulling back once I was done and wiping my eyes. "I feel like an idiot. Last time I cried…"

"Your mom." He finished for me.

"Yeah."

"Don't worry." He said cupping my face with both of his hands. "I won't tell anyone about this."

"Thank you." I said with a small smile.

"Hey… You said a while back that you would be here for me if I ever needed to talk or break down. I'm doing the same for you."

"Thing is… I haven't really fulfilled that promise since I broke first." I said with a small chuckle. He returned it and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

My face felt cold when he pulled away. However, he handed me my guitar knowing that it would make me feel better. He just leaned up against the car and relaxed. We sat outside of a while with me strumming away and pretty much making things up as I went.

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