Chapter Thirty-two: There Will Be Blood

The sun had been down for quite a while. We were quiet in the car. We had just finished a job and were driving to the next town that would have a hotel. I smiled at Dean. He just smirked and winked at me. I put out my hand. He took it, lacing our fingers. I leaned the chair back slightly and shut my eyes. My adrenaline was starting to leave my system, making sleep sound very good. I was almost asleep when I felt arms around my neck. I opened my eyes as Sam put his chin on my shoulder.

"Have I said 'thank you' to you lately?" He asked softly.

I let go of Dean's hand and put it on the back of Sam's head, playing with his hair. "You don't have to thank me for anything." I said and kissed his cheek, resting my head against his.

"You've been a big help. You really have." He said squeezing just a little tighter. "First with Madison, again with the prison…you've helped more then you know."

I smiled and kissed the side of his head. "Love you too, Sammy."

"Love you more." He grinned and sat back.

"Baby?" I said softly to Dean. He looked at me. "Think we could grab a bite to eat somewhere?"

"Sure." He smiled.

We found a roadside diner only a short while later.

"Oh, goodie!" I said excitedly. "I'm starving."

"What do you want?" Sam asked.

"Get me a burger. Bacon and cheese." I told him.

"You've been around Dean too long." Sam uttered under his breath.

"I heard that." I said turning in the seat. "Don't forget the onion rings and plenty of ketchup."

"I want some pie." Dean told his brother. Sam just raised his brows and got out of the car. "Bring me some pie!" Dean hollered to him out the window.

I laughed and looked at him. "You and your damn pie." I said running my fingers through his hair.

"I like pie." He grinned as he turned toward me.

I smiled and kissed him. He kissed me repeatedly. His fingers trailed down my chest, moving down to my thigh. He squeezed it and I couldn't help but smile. My hands were on his chest, starting to reach for his pants when the radio went wonky. We stopped and looked at it before looking at the diner. We looked at each other as we got out of the car, rushing into it.

"Sam!" I yelled into the diner.

I saw a dead body in a booth. I looked at Dean. He checked behind the counter. There were more bodies but no Sam. I ran my fingers through my hair and went back outside.

"Sam!" I yelled into the night. "Sam, where are you?"

"Evy." Dean said grabbing my arm. "He's not here." He told me and showed me his fingers. I recognized the sulfur on them.

"Where is he?" I asked, even though I knew he didn't have an answer. "What do we do?"

"We get help. Yellow-eyes has to be behind this." He said and we rushed back to the car.

We were silent as we drove. We were going to Bobby's. He would be able to help. He would have some idea of what to do. We had no idea where Sam was or what was happening to him. All I knew was that he had to be okay. He had to be okay for Dean and me to be okay. Dean wouldn't be able to survive if anything happened to Sam. Even with me, he would drift away. I would be there for him. I would support him. Never leave him. The more I thought about it the more I realized I was already trying to accept it. I knew that something could have happened. Azazel wasn't known for his caring nature. Sam was more then likely in serious trouble. But Sam was Sam. He would be okay. He could handle himself. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on anything but what my imagination wanted to show me.

"You okay?" Dean asked finally breaking the silence.

"Not really. You?" I said looking at him. He just shook his head. "He'll be fine, Dean." I told him but my tone was neutral. I didn't believe it but I wanted to.

"I know." Dean said but his tone was the same.

When we stopped for gas, Dean went to pay, leaving me alone in the car. I took this small amount of alone time to finally let myself cry. I was worried and scared. The fight was approaching and we were caught off guard. They had Sam, we didn't know where or what was happening and I was terrified. I closed my eyes, tears running down my cheeks. I put Sam's picture in my head and felt for the part of my brain that was special. Sam and I were alike. I hoped that somehow I could reach him. A picture, a word, anything to connect to him. If we could do it. If I could reach him, then he could reach me. He could tell us where he was. I had barely started when Dean came back.

"Evy?" He said looking at me.

"I'm good. Don't worry about me. I'll be all right." I told him.

"No you won't." He replied. I just looked at him. "If I'm not all right how the hell can you be?"

"He's your brother. You're not supposed to be okay. I'm just the fiancé. I can hold you up until we find him." I told him as supportively as I could.

"That's such bullshit." He told me as he started to speed off. "You're not okay and you're not going to be okay. He's just as much your brother as he is mine. Just not by blood."

"Fine, you're right." I said as my voice started to shake. "But I don't want to fall apart this time. I need to be strong for Sam. I have you. I don't have to be as strong. But Sam? We're all he's got and we let him get taken."

"We didn't let him get taken." Dean told me slightly on the harsh side. "Yellow-eyes has a plan. We just need to figure it out."

"We're not going to figure it out." I told him angrily. "That's the point. He's toying with us. We'll never figure out his plan. Unless Sam knows something when we get him back."

"He'll have a plan. He always knows what to do." Dean replied.

I sighed and rested my head against the window. Not long after that we got a call from Bobby. We were to meet him on the road. When we got there the maps were pulled out but we had no idea where to look. We had the whole country and nothing going for us.

"Well, this is it. All the demonic signs and omens over the past month." Bobby told us.

"What?" I frowned at him.

"Are you joking, there's nothing here." Dean told him slightly on the angry side.

"Exactly." Bobby told him.

"Well, come on. There's gotta be something." Dean told him. "I mean, what about the normal, low-level stuff? You know exorcisms, that kind of thing."

"That's what I'm telling you. There's nothing. It's completely quiet."

"This is ridiculous. It's hardly possible." I told him.

"Well how are we supposed to look for Sam? What do we just close our eyes and point?" Dean told him angrily.

I closed my eyes, running my fingers through my hair. My head was pounding. I walked away from the men. I didn't want to argue. I heard Dean's phone ring. I turned and watched him. He didn't look happy. I closed my eyes and pictured Sam. I reached for the part of me I feared. I concentrated on his face, hoping that some how this would work. Sammy…I thought, pushing it out. When I opened my eyes Dean was rushing toward me.

"What is it?" I asked him.

"We're heading to the Roadhouse."

"What's going on?" I asked following him back to the car.

"Ash found something." He told me.

"What did he find?"

"He wouldn't tell me over the phone. We have to hurry."

"Does it have something to do with Sammy?"

"Yeah."

A small wave of relief washed over me. One could only hope that Ash would have some lead on where Sam was. Anything would be helpful. But all of that disappeared when we got to the Roadhouse. I was out of the car before it fully stopped.

"Ellen!" I yelled running toward the remains of the Roadhouse. It had been burned to the ground. "Ellen! Ash!" I went in among the scorched wood and bodies, moving as carefully as possible. "Oh God. Oh God, oh God, of God."

"What the hell?" Dean said following me.

"My God." Bobby said softly.

"What happened here?" I said looking at them with tears in my eyes.

"Do you see Ellen?" Dean asked.

"No." I said shaking my head.

"No. No Ash either." Bobby told him.

It was hard not to look at all the bodies. I frowned as Dean squatted, looking at something.

"Oh, Ash. Damn it." He said standing.

"What?" I said shakily. He just looked at me. I could hardly see through my tears as I turned and went back to the car. "That son of a bitch."

Dean followed me, embracing me tightly. "I know." He said as I cried into him

"This is-." Bobby said and stopped.

"What the hell did Ash know? We've got no way of knowing where Ellen is or if she's even alive. We got no clue what Ash was gonna tell us. Now how the hell are we gonna find Sam?" Dean rambled. I just watched him. I didn't know what to say.

"We'll find him." Bobby told him.

I frowned when Dean's face turned to pain as he put his hand to his head. "Dean?" I said going to him.

"Dean?" Bobby said frowning at him.

"No."

"No what?" I asked him.

He looked at me before it happened again. Panic was starting to fill me. I didn't know what was going on or why.

"What was that?" Bobby asked.

"I don't know. Headache." Dean replied.

"Headache?" I said furrowing my brows.

"You get headaches like that a lot?" Bobby asked.

"No. No. Must be the stress." He said laughing lightly. "I could have sworn I saw something."

"Holy shit." I told him still frowning. "How is that possible?" I knew what was happening.

"What do you mean?" Dean said looking at me.

"What do you mean, like—like a vision? Like what Sam gets?" Bobby asked him.

"What? No." Dean frowned.

"That's exactly what it is." I told him. "But how are you getting it? Are you intercepting it somehow?"

"Come on, I'm not some psychic." Dean frowned before the pain returned.

He fell against the hood of the car. I put my hands on his arms. I knew what it felt like. I waited for it to be done. He gasped as he recovered from the vision.

"Dean?" I said softly.

"Dean?" Bobby said putting his hand on Dean. "Are you with us?"

Dean nodded, "Yeah, I think so. I saw Sam. I saw him, Bobby."

"It was a vision." Bobby told him.

"Yeah, I don't know how. But, yeah. Hoo. That was about as fun as getting kicked in the jewels." He said and smiled. "Is that what it always feels like?" He asked me.

"You get used to it." I told him, running my hand down the back of his head. "Describe what you saw. Anything you remember."

"Uh…there was a bell." Dean told us.

"What kind of bell?" Bobby asked.

"Uh, like a big bell with, uh, some kind of engraving on it, I don't know." Dean told me.

"It's okay." I told him but at the same time wishing he'd be more specific.

"Engraving?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah." Dean told him.

"Was it a tree? Like an oak tree?" Bobby asked him.

"Yeah. Exactly." Dean frowned.

"I know where Sam is." Bobby and I said together.

Sam was in Cold Oak, South Dakota. A ghost town that was so haunted that every resident had fled. I had done some reading about it but it was cut off from everything. The road in was blocked and no one had been there since. Why would the demon bring Sam there, and who was he there with? I closed my eyes and focused on Sam again. I tried to reach him, needing to know if he was okay or not. Stay safe. Fight. I pushed at his image. Only hoping that somehow he would hear me.

"He'll be okay." Dean told me.

I looked at him. He wasn't convinced. We didn't know what was going on. We didn't know how Dean had received his vision. The list of things we didn't know was much longer then the list of what we did know. It was a lucky break that we now knew where Sam was. All that mattered was getting him back. He would be able to fill in the blanks. When we reached the road leading in it was overgrown with fallen trees blocking the way. I looked at Dean and sighed as we started out on foot.

"If he's not all right I'm going to kill him." I told Dean as we walked.

"He'll be fine." Dean told me.

"Stop trying to convince me of that. We have no idea what he's been through. What he's going through." I replied.

"Don't be mad at me. I didn't have anything to do with this." He frowned at me.

"I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at myself." I told him. "I'm just taking it out on you."

"This isn't your fault." He told me.

"Why didn't I see it, Dean? Why did you get that vision? Why is my power failing?" I asked him. But I knew why. I just wasn't ready to admit it.

"Evy, you can't control it. You can't see everything. You don't even want it."

"You're right. I don't want it. But since I have it I wish it would be helpful." I said as I tripped over a tree. "Damn it."

"You need to stop blaming yourself for everything that goes wrong." He told me as he helped me up.

"I don't." I frowned.

"Are we really going to fight now?" He asked me. I looked at him. He looked worried and upset.

"No. I don't want to fight. I just wish things were different." I told him.

"Different how?" He asked.

"Like what you saw with the jinn. A normal life. A normal family." I told him.

"Someday. Once all this is over." He replied.

I laughed and looked at him. "We both know this is never going to be over. There will always be evil to fight. We're all doomed."

He frowned and grabbed my arm. "Where is this coming from?" He asked.

"Someone told me something. I didn't want to believe it. But it's happening. I don't need a premonition to figure it out." I told him and kept moving.

We were quiet as we walked the rest of the way. The town was quiet. As we came down into it, the first thing I saw was a girl hanging from a windmill. This was a place of death. You could feel the presence of spirits. I shuddered as we headed into the town.

"Sam!" Dean called.

"Sammy!" I yelled. We turned a corner and saw Sam walking toward us. "Thank God."

He looked hurt. He was holding his arm against him, a limp in his walk. I frowned as I quickly moved toward him.

"Sam." Dean called to his brother.

"Dean. Evy." Sam smiled back.

I smiled at Dean before starting to run toward Sam. There was someone behind him. I saw the knife the same time Dean did.

"Sam! Look out!" Dean yelled as he ran toward him.

There wasn't time. I watched at the man thrust the knife into Sam's back. Could practically hear the crunch as it hit his spine. I was past Sam seconds after the knife was pulled out. The man ran but I was right on his tail. I aimed my gun at him but at the last moment he turned and hit me. I flew far, knowing what his power was. I was on my feet again but Bobby was chasing him away. I turned back to Sam. Dean was talking to him, his brother's head in his hands. I rushed back to him, dropping on my knees next to Dean.

"Sammy…" I said putting my hand on his chest. He looked at me but his eyes were heavy. Tears filled my eyes and I put my hand on Dean's knee.

"Hey. Look. Look at me. It's not even that bad. It's not even that bad, right?" Dean told his brother. I tried hiding the sobs that wanted to escape me. "Sammy? Sam! Hey, listen to me. We're gonna patch you up, okay? You'll be good as new. Huh?" Sam could barely keep his head up. "I'm gonna take care of you. I'm gonna take care of you. I got you. It's my job, right? Watch out for my pain-in-the-ass little brother." Sam's eyes were shut. I put my hand over my mouth. "Sam. Sam. Sam. Sammy!" Sam was gone. "No. No, no, no." Dean pulled Sam against him. Oh, God. Oh, God." I rested my head against Sam's holding him and Dean. "Sam!"

Death is a part of life. I understood this better then anyone. But this was never supposed to happen. I failed. Somehow, I had failed him. I was supposed to be able to see things. Supposed to be able to stop them from happening. I didn't want to but I was supposed to. Despite where I got it from I should have seen this coming. The big picture. What yellow-eyes had planned for Sam. And now Sam was gone. He was gone. Dean laid him on a bed in one of the houses. He refused to leave the ghost town. Leaving meant having to deal with reality. There had to be a way to fix it all. To change it. Sam didn't deserve this. I would give anything for Dean not to have to go through this. He was immediately distant. He was eating away at himself. Sam was his responsibility. But he was mine. Dean wasn't alone. He didn't have to be. But he managed to push Bobby away. He left, leaving Dean and me with Sam. I wouldn't go away. I wouldn't leave. He needed me. Even if he didn't want me right now. He needed me.