Chapter Twenty-two: Trouble Is Never Far Behind

There was a split second where I couldn't move. It wasn't until Bobby took my arm that I was jerked back to what was happening. The banging had stopped and when Bobby cracked open the door the coast was clear. I looked at him and he ushered me from the room. He had a gun in hand and handed me one of my own. I readied the weapon and slid along the wall right behind him. When we got into the main room I could see Ellen on the floor. I was about to rush toward her when a shot hit the wall next to my head. I dropped to the ground. Bobby covered me and aimed his gun. He let loose two shots before pulling me toward the bar. I looked at Ellen who was just a few feet away from me. I couldn't see any blood. Not only that but I couldn't see the threat either.

"What's going on?" I whispered to Bobby.

"I don't know." He replied.

"Who is it?" I asked peering around the bar. A gun shot splintered the wood as it whizzed past me.

"Will you stop that." Bobby told me angrily.

"Well, I need to identify the threat." I told him.

"You're lucky I gave you a gun. Dean's going to kill me." He told me.

"Are you afraid of Dean?" I smirked at him.

"When it comes to you, let me think…yes." He told me and peered over the bar.

"See anything?" I asked.

"No." He said sinking back down.

"Ellen…" I said calling to her. "Ellen, can you hear me?" Her brows furrowed but she didn't come to. "Damn it." I said and went to reach for her. A shot rang and my arm seared with pain. "Ah!" I yelled pulling my arm back.

"Damn you!" Bobby said grabbing my arm. "You really have an issue with listening." He told me angrily. "You're trying to get me killed aren't you?"

"We're all going to die if we can't figure out what the hell is going on." I told him as he tore a piece of his shirt off at the base.

"Hold still." He told me as he wrapped it tightly around my arm.

"Ow." I complained.

"It's your own damn fault." He told me.

"Shut up." I frowned at him. "I was trying to help Ellen."

"Leave her there. If she stays still they're not going to shoot her." He stated.

"We still have to figure out who they are." I retorted.

"Just stay here." Bobby said and made his way around the bar.

I stayed put as Bobby disappeared from view. I wasn't worried until Ash appeared out of nowhere. He was clearly drunk and he was completely open.

"What the hell is going on here?" He mumbled.

"Ash! Get down!" I yelled at him. He had a gun in his hands and he must have accidentally pulled the trigger and a shot hit the ceiling. "What are you doing?" I yelled at him.

I heard another shot but Ash was still on his feet. I did the stupid thing and stood. It was the wrong move but I hit my mark as a bullet grazed my arm. Bobby appeared and let loose several shots. When he was done he looked at me with a very angry expression on his face. I shrugged and went to Ellen. She started to come to again only this time she managed to get all the way there.

"Are you okay?" I asked her. She nodded. "What happened?"

"I don't know. A few hunters started to fight and then there was chair throwing and then gun shots." She explained as I helped her to her feet. "I was knocked out not long after it started."

"Well, we have a few bodies." Bobby told her.

"Damn it." Ellen said looking at the three dead men.

"Come on, people. Let's clean this up." I said and started to right tables and chairs.

"You're bleeding again." Bobby pointed out with a disappointed look.

"I'll get the first aid kit." Ellen said disappearing for a moment.

"I'm in big trouble." Bobby said as he sat me in a chair.

"This wasn't serious. I've had grazes before. This isn't a big deal. I'll protect you from Dean." I told him.

"You better." He replied with a serious look.

"You really think he's going to rip you a new one don't you?" I smiled at him.

"No, I know so." Bobby said as Ellen handed him the kit.

I just gave a short laugh and shook my head. He cleaned both wounds before wrapping them. After that all there was left was to get rid of the bodies and clean up the Roadhouse. This was becoming too usual when I visited. I was supposed to be safe here and now I had two graze wounds and a fiancé that was going to be very angry with me. It wasn't Bobby's fault even though he was going to try and take the blame. Dean wouldn't be able to stay mad at me long. I'd take the blame.

By morning everything was back in it's place. Only the bullet holes told the story of what happened during the night. I was exhausted but wasn't going to be able to sleep. Ash was passed out on the pool table while the rest of us sat around a table. Ellen was icing her head while Bobby kept looking at the clock. I didn't know when the boys would return but I was getting anxious already. Bobby wasn't helping. He'd had an ever watchful eye on me to the point where he stood outside of the bathroom. He was being ridiculous but there was no diverting him from his task. Whatever Dean had told him had put the fear of God in him. Soon Ellen grabbed a deck of carks and we started a game of poker while we waited for sleep to either take us or for someone to come in. I was surprised when the boys were the first to come through the door. I was so happy to see them. There seemed to be something different between them but I wasn't concerned about that just yet. I rushed to Dean, throwing my arms around his neck.

"Hi baby." Dean whispered.

"Are you okay?" I asked him, taking his head in my hands.

"Now that I'm back with you I am." He smiled and kissed me deeply.

"What happened here?" Sam asked.

"We had a fight last night." I told him. "Hi, Sam" I said hugging him.

"Hi." Sam smiled and kissed my cheek.

"Are you okay?" Dean frowned as he noticed my wounds.

"Just a couple grazes." I told him putting my hand on his cheek. "Nothing to worry about." He nodded. I frowned at him. "Let's go outside." I told him. I took his hand and did the leading. Something was wrong. "Okay, fill me in." I told him while we slowly walked.

"I'm glad you weren't there." He told me.

"You need to tell me what's going on." I told him. "You're scaring me a little. What's wrong?"

"There was a demonic virus. It made people go mad and try and infect anyone around them. What you saw happened. I couldn't stop it. He was infected."

"But he's here and he's okay." I told him.

"He was immune." Dean told me.

"Seriously?" I said shocked.

"Sam…is immune to a demonic disease. What does that mean?" He asked pulling his hand down his face.

"It's okay." I said pulling his head toward me, kissing his temple.

"It's not just that." He said sadly.

"You can tell me." I told him reassuringly.

"Before dad died he told me something. Something about Sam." He said and stopped, facing me. "He told me to watch out for him. Not only that but he told me that if I couldn't save him, I might have to kill him." His eyes were wet. "I don't know what to do, Evy. Baby, I don't know what to do."

I felt tears in my eyes. I pulled him against me. He buried his face in my neck as his arms wrapped around me. He started to cry. He never said anything. He'd been walking around with this weight on his shoulders for months. I kissed his shoulder, caressing the back of his head. There was nothing I could say to make this okay. Everything was coming right after each other. It was becoming too much. It was all spinning out of control and we had no way of stopping it.

When I woke up Dean was still sleeping next to me. I put my hand on his face, running my thumb across his cheekbone. Even as he slept he looked like he was in pain. I didn't know what he was dreaming about. He had so much weighing on him. I closed my eyes and for the first time in a long time I prayed. After what we've seen and done I never relied much on faith but it was time to believe again. I whispered to God, praying that he found a way to help Dean. A way to make everything easier and better. We couldn't get rid of the demons in the world but we could get rid of our personal demons. His was keeping his brother safe. Sam was a target. Even though I shared the same type of power he did he was desired far more then I was. It was clear. Sam was in trouble. He was meant for something that was beyond us. Dean would die before he let anything happen to Sam. I would do the same thing for either brother. Dean also worried about me no matter how much I wanted him to stop. I worried enough for the both of us. In his sleep he rolled next to me, his arm moving across my body. I rolled onto my back, running my fingers up and down his arm. He buried his face next to my shoulder. I could feel his breath on my neck. He was so tired. I turned my head, kissing his forehead before falling back asleep.

"Evy…"

I heard my voice being whispered but I frowned, not wanting to pay attention to it. I heard it again and finally opened my eyes. Dean was smiling sweetly at me. I smiled back, closing my eyes again.

"I don't think it's time to wake up yet." I told him.

"Yes it is. We've been sleeping all day." He said and kissed my forehead.

I ran my fingers down his face. I opened my eyes again and looked at him. I brought his head down, kissing him deeply. "Are you feeling better?" I asked him.

He sighed and kissed my palm. "I don't know. My head is still very full." He replied.

I nodded and kissed his forehead. "What can I do to make it better?"

"Just be with me." He said and his hand found my stomach. I smiled as he gently moved his fingers over our baby. "Just be with me." He whispered again.

"I'm right here." I told him. "I'm always with you."

I didn't know what else to say to him. He was distant and preoccupied with what had happened and what his father had told him. He had told me of his plan to lay low. To try and avoid the demons that may lead him to killing. To becoming something he isn't. To do whatever it is that John was afraid of. Azazel had something to do with it. He had to. I didn't know what but we had to figure it out. For Sam's sake and for ours.

The next thing I knew we were dressed and on our way to the clinic. Now more then ever Dean seemed to obsess over mine and the baby's health. I had my grazes he wanted checked out and after the fight and the vision he wanted the baby to be checked. I couldn't blame him. I was worried but as much as I wanted to take care of my baby I wanted to take care of my fiancé. He was going to push his feelings as far into himself as he could. Cutting everyone off, even me. He would throw all his energy into me and the baby and into Sam. I would have to try and keep him out of the depths of his thoughts. Away from the torment of his fathers words and the worry he had for his brother. Even I could see a few changes in Sam but more then anything he wanted to be good. He wanted to be the man everyone saw. The good school going boy he used to be. He was smart and strong. Courageous and insightful. But even he couldn't escape everything. He was destined for something unknown and something that would more then likely be unexpected.

"Everything is going to be okay." I told him, taking his hand as we waited to be seen. I was already gowned up for the exam.

"I know." He said moving his hand across my stomach. "I just worry."

Smiling, I kissed his hand as his other continued to caress the baby. I took a deep, calming breath. Then he started to softly sing, moving closer to my stomach.

"Hey, Jude. Don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better. Remember, to let 'em into your heart. Then you can start to make it better."

Smiling as a happy tear slid from the corner of my eye, I ran my hand down the back of his head. He continued to sing. I had been singing the same thing to our baby. Knowing that Mary had used it as their lullaby to Dean when he was little. I wanted to pass on as much as I could from his parents to our child. It was the little things that made all the difference. As simple as it was, it made both of us happy, as well as our baby for he moved happily against my bladder.

"There it is." The doctor smiled. A male one today. "A nice strong heartbeat. For twenty-six weeks, everything appears to be in order."

"Thank you." I smiled at him.

"So is it a boy?" Dean grinned at him.

"Let's see shall we?" The doctor replied and moved the ultrasound probe back and forth across my stomach. "Well, I'm sorry to say that the position he…or she, is in right now is making it difficult to tell what exactly it is." He said taking the probe off my stomach. "What have you been calling it?" He grinned at us.

"Mostly 'he'." I grinned back. "I don't know why but it feels like a 'he', but either one will do."

"It's a boy." Dean smiled.

I grinned up at him as he took my hand, kissing my palm. I winked at him and looked back at the doctor. "So, me and my baby are healthy?" I asked him.

"Yes." He smiled. "Both of you are in excellent health." He wiped the jelly off my stomach before pushing his chair back. "You're free to go."

"Awesome." I said and put my feet over the edge of the bed, pulling my shirt down over my stomach. "Thank you very much." I smiled at him.

"Not a problem. I love pregnant women. They always seem happier then all my other patients." He smiled at me.

"I can see why." I smiled as I stood.

He smiled and nodded. "All right, you're all set. Take good care of that baby now." He smiled at me before looking at Dean. "And you take good care of mom."

"You can count on it." Dean smiled as he took my hand.

We left the clinic in high spirits. Everything was fine. It didn't explain the pain I felt after my vision but if I had the power of visions it was plausible that my baby had the same power. I didn't know how that worked and it was possibly that he only saw it but didn't have the power himself. It left a lot of unanswered questions and disturbing thoughts. We had talked about them but it was something that we wouldn't know until much later. Right now there were other things to worry about.

"How's the baby?" Ellen asked when we were back.

"He's healthy as a horse." Dean replied.

"That he is. So is the mother." I added.

"That's good to hear." Ellen smiled as he handed me a bottle of water.

"Thank you." I said and guzzled most the bottle. "I'm so frickin' thirsty."

"You're still feeling all right, aren't you?" Dean frowned at me.

"Yes, baby, I'm fine." I said and put my hand on his cheek. "You worry too much." I smiled and kissed him deeply. "You're just lucky I love you so damn much." He grinned and kissed me again. "Where's Sam?" I asked Ellen.

"I thought he was with you." She said with a frown.

"What?" I said, immediately tense.

"How long has he been gone?" Dean asked.

"Nearly as long as you." Ellen replied.

"Damn him!" Dean yelled and went outside.

I frowned, sighing. I looked at the door, seeing Dean pacing through the window. I put my hand to my stomach and waited for Dean to come back.

"What's going on?" Ellen asked.

"Sam's in trouble." I told her.

"What kind of trouble?" She questioned further.

"I'm not sure. Enough to put Dean on edge like I've never seen before. He's worried. Beyond worried. Something is going down and we don't know what it is. Sam is caught in the middle. Yellow-eyes is involved but we're not sure how. Things are so out of control we don't know what move to make next." I told her, running my fingers through my hair. "Keep your ears open, will you?" I asked her.

"Of course." Ellen nodded, her brows furrowed. "I'll pass on anything I hear."

I nodded and smiled. "Thank you, Ellen. I really appreciate it."

Ellen gave me a sad smile. I knew that this all must be a little confusing to her. I wasn't able to tell her everything. In case she was ever questioned I didn't want her to have any information that could get her into trouble. We were all in enough trouble as it is.

"I can't reach him on his cell." Dean said coming in. "He didn't say anything to you?" He asked Ellen.

"No, nothing." She said shaking her head.

"He asked me somethin'." Ash told us.

"Ash? What did he want?" I asked him.

"Well, Daisy, he wanted some information about people like him. Mothers who had died in house fires and such."

"And?" Dean asked.

"I gave him a few names. There was him and that Andy and his brother. One more in Indiana. That's where he's headed." Ash told us.

"And you didn't think to stop him?" I frowned at him.

"Now now, I just do what everyone wants me to do. He told me to keep quiet." He replied.

"You son of a bitch." I shot at him.

"Where in Indiana?" Dean asked.

"Lafayette." Ash told him.

"I'll keep you posted, Ellen." I told her. "About both Sam and the baby."

"See you soon, sweetie." She smiled sweetly.

"Bye." I smiled back.

Dean followed me from the Roadhouse, opening the passenger door for me. I slid inside and rested my elbow on the tiny ledge of the window, resting my head against my fist. I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself down. After everything that was said and done Sam takes off. Dean had told me that he wasn't going to lay low but thought he had convinced him to. Apparently no and now he was in trouble and we didn't know what kind. It seemed that no matter what happened. No matter how far we came or what evil we killed. Trouble was never far behind.