Chapter 11

A/N- I do not own Supernatural

"I'm sorry, Sarah. He's gone." I heard Sam say through the phone. I couldn't find my voice to respond so I just hung up the phone to avoid hearing them hear me start to cry. Bobby was gone. The man that practically raised me. The only person left of my actual family gone.

A few weeks had passed and the boys called and texted me constantly to see if I was okay. I never answered them. They sent Cas to see me once but I refused to talk to him about Bobby. Of course he didn't believe me when I said that I was fine but that was the only thing they were getting out of me right now. I needed my time and space and I think they finally figured that out.

I did get my time because it was a few years before I ran into the boys again. I didn't answer all the time but I did call or text them in that time just to let them know that I was still alive.

I was currently in Texas tracking down a case of murders that fit into the profile of vamps. I pulled up to the police station to get some information about the murders when I saw a familiar black Impala sitting out front. Instead of risking our cover Fed identities, I decided to wait by the Impala for the boys.

It didn't take long for them to come walking out. When they spotted me they looked a little shocked. I however, kept a stoic expression on my face.

"Seems like you boys beat me here. Do you want the case or do you feel like teaming up for a bit. It has been a while right?" A smile then spread on my face because I was starting to realize how much I had miss the Winchesters once they were standing in front of me.

"Where the hell have you been?" Dean asked once we were back in their motel room.

"Like I've said before, I've got a job just like you, sweetheart. Mine just doesn't involve field trips to purgatory and the occasional team ups with the King of Hell." I said with a sigh and crossing my arms. "That doesn't matter right now. We've got to stop whatever's going on here."

"Sarah's right. We have to focus right now." Sam said before Dean could start a tantrum about my safety.

"Alright…" I said taking a seat at the table that was in the room and pulling a map of the town out of my bag. "The victims were found dead here, here, and here. I really don't see a correlation with their locations of deaths. However, they all lived in this apartment building here. The two people that disappeared also lived here."

"So, angry neighbor?" Dean asked while looking over my shoulder.

"That's what I'm thinking. Have you guys gone and interviewed anyone yet?"

"No. We've only made it to the station to get some reports." Sam said.

"Alright… Well, how about we go interview the other people who live in the building. You guys take the odd numbered apartments and I take the evens?" I suggested.

"Let's go." Sam said fixing his tie and putting on his Fed jacket.

"I never expected it to be the landlord." I said falling into one of the chair in the room and pulling my first aid kit out of my duffle.

"Yeah. He hid his tracks pretty well." Dean said limping in and sitting on the edge of his bed. "But, that's one less vamp nest that we have to worry about."

"Damn straight." I said before letting out a small hiss because I had started to stitch up a gash in my side. "God Damn it. You'd think I would be used this by now."

After popping Dean's shoulder back into place, Sam grabbed the whiskey bottle and poured some on my wound before letting me take a drink.

"You did good out there." Dean said taking the bottle from me to take a swig.

"This isn't the first time I've taken out a nest. But it is the first one I've done with a team in a while." Once my gash was sewn up and patched, I walked over to Sam to help him stitch his arm and side.

"Speaking of team…" Sam started but hissed through his teeth when I poured whiskey on his wound. "Where's Molly?"

I paused my stitching for a second at the mention of my hunting partner. I was surprised they didn't ask about her earlier since I didn't have her with me.

"She saved me during our last hunt that involved vamps. She started to turn so I had to put her down."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have…"

"Don't worry about it." I said cutting him off. "We've all had a rough few years. That's the life of a hunter though, right?"

Once I was finished, I walked over to pack up my bag. I was about to open and walk out the door but was stopped when Dean grabbed my elbow to stop me.

"Come with us."

"Why?"

"Because we worry about you and haven't seen you in God knows how long." Sam said walking to stand next to his brother. "You said you needed time. I think two and a half years is enough time."

"I'll think about it." I said with a sigh. "But I really have to go right now. Don't worry. I'll still be in town."

With a smirk and a wink, I pulled my arm loose and walked out to my truck. I had a feeling that I would see them within the next hour or two anyway.

"Hey Jerry!" I said walking up to the owner of the local bar. "Is the band all set?"

"Yepp. They're just waiting for their 'surprise' guest. The people are starting to get a little rowdy tonight so the sooner you get up there, the better."

"You got it!" With that, I walked into the back room of the bar to see some familiar faces of the bar's regular band. "Hey y'all! You guys ready to rock tonight?"