Born Under a Bad Sign
"Ellen, it's me again. Any chance you've heard from him?"
"I swear, it's like looking for my dad all over again. I'm losing my mind here."
"No, I've called him a thousand times, there's nothing but voicemail. I don't know where he went, or why. Sam's just gone," Dean's cell phone beeped, "Hang on." The phone showed another incoming call – Sam's Cell. He answered it.
"Sammy? Where the hell are you? Are you okay?"
"Hey, hey, hey! Calm down. Where are you? All right, don't move, I'm on my way." The girls had watched Dean attentively, worried out of their minds as he spoke on the phone with Ellen. When they heard that Sam was on the phone, they became as alert as could be. They all got into the car and sped off.
Twin Lakes, 100 miles. They barely spoke a word on the way there. Dean's nerves were about to burst and the girls knew not to cross them. The girls barely spoke to each other. When they reached to the motel, they got out of the car and searched frantically for room number 109 throughout the halls. Dean approached it and knocked on the door like he was the police.
"Sam, it's me. Sam!" Dean tried to open the door assuming it would be locked, but it wasn't. Sam was sitting on the bed, numb; looked like he hadn't moved since they got off the phone.
"Sam?" Dean called as he peeked through the door slowly. When he got full vision of his brother, he made sure the girls were in and closed the door behind them.
"Hey," Dean said gently to get him attention.
"Hey, Dean." Sam was still looking at the ground. Dean knelt beside him and saw blood.
"Are you bleeding?" He asked as he looked over Sam's knuckles; they were covered in blood.
"I tried to wash it off," Sam said as if he were a little boy in trouble.
"Oh my god," Adonia said as she saw the blood on Sam's shirt. Dean panicked and groped the shirt, looking for a wound.
"I don't think it's my blood," Sam said in a melancholy voice.
"Whose is it?" Genna asked, standing behind Dean.
"I don't know."
"Sam, what the hell happened?" Dean asked, deeply concerned. Sam finally looked up at everyone.
"Guys, I don't remember anything."
Dean returned to the room after doing some investigation. Adonia had properly cleaned up the blood and Genna helped. They had managed to get Sam to become more in touch with reality unlike before. He still didn't remember anything, but his trance was worrying them. Dean put down a brown paper grocery bag and took off his jacket. Sam had already changed into a white, pinstripe button down shirt and jeans.
"What'd you find out?" Sam asked as he paced the floor.
"You checked in two days ago under the name Richard Sambora. Of course, I think the scariest part about this whole thing is the fact that you're a Bon Jovi fan-"
"Dean," Sam called to prevent Dean from joking any further.
"Your room's been quiet, nobody's noticed anything unusual," Dean explained.
"You mean no one saw me walking around covered in blood?" Sam snapped with an attitude.
"Yeah. That's what I mean," Dean replied mildly calm.
"Then how the hell did I get here, Dean? What happened to me?"
"I don't know. But you're, you're okay, and that's what matters. Everything else we can deal with," Dean explained as he rolled up his long, olive green sleeves. Dean tried to stay as calm as possible to keep Sam calm, but it wasn't working.
"Oh really? 'Cause what if I hurt someone? Or worse?"
"Sam..." Adonia called, thinking he was being irrational. He paused and thought for a moment with a slight hint of tears in his eyes.
"What if this is what Dad warned you about?" He mentioned softly.
"Hey, whoa, whoa. Let's not jump the gun here. We don't know what happened. We've just got to treat this like, like any other job. What's the last thing you remember?" Sam sat down on the queen sized bed.
"Just the four of us, just, in that motel room in West Texas, going out to grab some burgers, and..." Adonia interrupted him, confused.
"West Texas? That was, that was a week ago," she looked at Dean and Genna who had the same face.
"That's it. Next thing I knew I was sitting here. Bloody. Felt like I'd been asleep for a month."
"Okay. Retrace your steps. The manager said you left yesterday afternoon and he never saw you come back, so," Dean walked over to the window and pulled back the curtains to look outside. He noticed bloody fingerprints on the handle to slide back the window.
"Hey," Dean called everyone over.
The hunters walk outside to the grey and white, clouded sky. They stopped in front of the motel and looked around.
"Recognize anything?" Genna asked. Sam shook his head.
"Not really," they walked towards the parking garage out back, "Wait."
"What?" Dean asked.
"I think I was here." The cool wind blew as if a memory was merging into Sam's mind.
"You remember?" Adonia asked looking down towards the garage where Sam's eyes locked.
"Not really, it just feels familiar, you know?" Dean shrugged and went to the nearest garage and picked up the lock. Sam looked over to the second door and pointed.
"Try that one." Dean looked over at him and did as he was told. He tugged at the padlock.
"Wait," Sam said with a disgruntled looked on his face. He reached into his pocket and found a key. Sam looked at Dean with worry as he gave him the key. Dean opened the padlock with the key, raised his eyebrows at Sam. He pulled the garage door open to reveal a filthy, beat-up VW Beetle. Adonia and Genna scoffed in disbelief in unison.
"Oh, please tell me you didn't steal this," Adonia said with her arms folded for warmth. Sam fidgeted. They went into the garage and opened the doors of the car, Sam on the driver's side. He touched the wheel in a panic and showed them his stained finger.
"More blood," Sam said with trepidation. Dean pointed.
"Backseat," Dean pointed out. Genna reached down, picked up a blood-stained knife that stuck to the floor of the backseat. Sam stared at it and took it from her gently.
"You think I used this on someone?" Sam asked them.
"I'm not thinking anything," Dean noted. Sam looked around frantically, rubbed the knife handle off on the inside of his jacket. Dean picked up a pack of cigarettes.
"Okay now, this is disturbing. Come on, man, this couldn't have been you. Had to have been someone else, someone who, smokes menthols." Sam held up a receipt.
"Here. Gas receipt. Few towns over."
They pulled up to the gas station.
"All right. Receipt's for ten gallons at pump number two. You getting any, uh, any goosebumps yet? God, this looks familiar, deja vu vibes?" Sam shook his head quietly.
"Maybe someone inside will remember you. Come on," Genna said leading everyone out of the car. They go into the convenience store and the young clerk looked up at Sam shocked, then angrily.
"You. Outta here now. I'm calling the cops."
"You talking to him?" Dean asked in surprise.
"Yeah, I'm talking to him. Jerk comes in yesterday, stinking drunk, grabs a forty from the fridge, starts chugging it. "
"This guy? You're drinking malt liquor?" Dean asked looking at Sam.
"Not after he whipped the friggin' bottle at my head."
"Him?" Adonia asked in surprise.
"What, am I speaking Urdu?"
What the hell is Urdu? Adonia channeled to Genna; she snickered.
"Look, I'm really sorry if I did anything," Sam pleaded.
"Tell your story walkin', pal. Po-po will be here in five."
Jesus Christ. No one says 'po-po' anymore. Adonia let Genna hear again. She laughed again as quietly to herself as possible. Adonia smiled, holding in her laughter.
"Go wait in the car!" They heard Dean tell Sam. It was clear that he told him once before.
"We'll be outside too," Genna said with a smile. Dean looked at them quizzically, but ignored it. When the girls came outside and started laughing, Sam didn't seem amused.
"It's not funny." The girls looked up at him and smirked.
"Trust me. We're not laughing at you. We're laughing at Wayne-Wayne in there who, apparently, speaks 'Urdu' and likes to call the 'po-po'," Adonia said as they walked towards the car. They laughed again, harder. Sam shook his head, but couldn't help but to crack a smile.
The drove through the night up north, where the clerk said Sam headed.
"What's going on with you, Sam? Hm? 'Cause smoking, throwing bottles at people, I mean, that sounds more like me than you," Dean said as he watched his brother continuously stare out the window.
"Dean, wait. Right here. Turn down that road," Sam said pointing out the window.
"What?"
"I don't know how I know. I just do." The tree infested room ended with a seemingly vacant home, not old though. It had a good bit of emergency lighting and security cameras outside.
"Whoever lives here. I'd say they don't like surprises," Adonia said looking at her surroundings.
"Should we knock?" Genna asked as they walked to the porch, mainly directed towards the men.
"Yeah, I guess," Sam said, distracted as he walked farther down the porch. Dean knocked on the door, and Sam poked around the corner.
"Hey guys." Sam waved his flashlight at a broken window, the ledge was covered in shattered glass.
"I'm surprised the cops didn't show. Place like this you'd think have an alarm." Genna found a disabled alarm on the siding of the house.
"Yeah, you would," She said as she pointed it out to them. There were clasps holding wires in place. Someone knew what they were doing, assuming it was Sam, it makes sense. They go inside the house and it's destroyed. Shattered glass covered the floor, furniture broken, and in a back room laid a body. Dean kicked the body gently to see if he was alive.
"Get the lights," Dean said quietly. Sam turned the lights on as Dean knelt behind the body. He placed a hand on it and turned it over. It is a middle-aged man with a deeply cut throat; he was dead, his eyes stared. Dean put a hand over his own mouth; Sam and the girls looked horrified.
"I did this."
"We don't know that," Dean reassured him.
"What else do you need? I mean, how else do you explain the car, the knife, the blood-"
"I don't know, man, why don't you tell me?" Dean thought for a moment.
"Look, even if you did do this I'm sure you had a good reason; you know, self-defense, uh, he was, he was a bad son of a bitch, something," he pat down the body, "He doesn't have any ID."
"I need your lock pick," Sam demanded as he walked over to the nearby white closet door.
"What?"
"I need your lock pick." Dean handed over the pick without hesitation. Inside the room, one wall was covered in firearms, the others in charts and clippings.
"Either this guy's a unabomber..."
"Or a hunter, Dean. I think I killed a hunter." Genna looked up at a security camera.
"Let's find out." Sam sat down in the computer chair, while everyone else stood around him. Adonia knelt down next to him.
On the tape, Sam was fighting the same man who laid dead on the floor behind them. The fight moved off camera and Sam dragged the man back into the frame; he knelt down, the man pulled up against his legs, and slit his throat. Sam stared in shock as Dean pulls back from the screen and stood straight. Adonia covered her mouth and stood, while Genna folded her arms and turned away in disgust.
All that could be done as Sam sat in shock, reading a letter from the victim's daughter, was try to erase any evidence of their existence at the house. Dean feared other hunters were to arrive soon for revenge.
They entered the motel room, frazzled.
"All right, we get a couple hours sleep and then we put this place in our rear view mirror. Look, I know this is bad, okay? You've gotta snap out of it. Sam, say something!" Dean rambled as he went through his bag.
"Just get some sleep and leave in the morning? Murder, Dean. That's what I did."
"Maybe," Genna thought for a second, "Okay? Hey, we don't know...shapeshifter!" Genna suggested hoping to weigh the options.
"Oh, come on. You know it wasn't, you saw the tape. There was no eye flare, no distortion-" Sam saw no reasoning.
"Yeah, but it wasn't you! All right? I mean, yeah, it might have been you, but it wasn't you."
"Well, I think it was. Maybe more than you know," Sam said in a dark tone.
"What the hell does that mean?" Dean asked calmly as Sam sat down.
"For the last few weeks I've been having... I've been having these feelings."
"What feelings?" Adonia asked chiming in.
"Rage. Hate. And I can't stop it. It just gets worse. Day by day it gets worse."
"You never told me this," Dean said, offended. He sat down on the other bed, facing Sam.
"I didn't want to scare you," Sam looked at the girls, "...either of you."
"Well, bang-up job on that," Dean said sarcastically as he stood.
"Dean, the yellow-eyed demon, you know he has plans for me. And all both know that he's turned other children into killers before, too."
"No one can control you but you," Adonia protested. She was sure of it.
"It sure doesn't seem like that, Addie, it feels like no matter what I do, slowly but surely I'm, I'm just becoming..."
"What?" Dean snapped in.
"Who I'm meant to be. I mean, you said it once yourself, Dean. I gotta face up to who I am."
"I didn't mean this!" Sam stood to face his brother. The girls stood near by in case.
"But it's still true. You know that. Dad knew that too, that's why he told you, if it ever came to this..."
"Shut up, Sam," Dean said without flinching.
"Dean, you promised him. You promised me."
"No. Listen to us. We're going to figure this out. Okay? I mean, there's got to be a way, right?" Adonia said standing next to the brothers as they stared at each other.
"Yeah, there is," he took a handgun from his duffel and shoved it at Dean, "I don't want to hurt anyone else. I don't want to hurt any of you."
"You won't. Whatever this is, you can fight it," Adonia told him with tears in her eyes as she touched his arm. He looked at her.
"No. I can't. Not forever," he said pressing the gun towards Dean again, "here, you gotta do it." Sam knew Adonia or Genna wouldn't be able to. They stared at each other for a moment. Sam grew impatient and put the gun in Dean's right hand sucking back tears. Dean and Genna stood in shock. Adonia's tears managed to escape to her face. Genna felt like she was shaking from fear and sadness. Tears were not hidden on her face.
"I- I can't be here for this," Adonia said. She walked past Genna and out the door. Genna turned to Dean, who gave her a reassuring look. She nodded, grabbed her keys, and went after her friend.
"You know, I've tried too hard to keep you safe," Dean said softly. Sam nodded.
"I know," Dean slowly looked up into his brother's eyes. After a short pause, he dropped the gun on the bed.
"I can't. I'd rather die." Dean walked around Sam. Genna walked back into the room quietly after making sure Adonia was okay. She didn't want to leave Dean alone in such a situation.
"No. You'll live," Sam picked up the gun as Dean watched him. Sam turned to Dean with a stern face.
"You'll live to regret this," was the last thing Dean heard before being struck in the head with the pistol; completely unconscious on the floor. Genna gasped and Sam turned around quickly. She ran for the door, but Sam beat her to it. He grabbed her from behind as she struggled and covered her mouth from the screams. He hit her quickly with the butt of the gun, making her collapse to the floor near Dean. Sam tucked the gun in the back of his jeans. Adonia was a little farther down the hall. She was startled when Sam approached them.
"What happened? Are you okay?" Adonia asked quickly. Sam gave a slight smile.
"I'll be okay." Sam looked down the hall towards their motel room.
"I'm headed to a bar. You should come with me. I think we should to talk." Without hesitation, Adonia agreed. After all Sam had been through, she was more than willing to help him.
They drove for what seemed like over an hour to get to their destination. Adonia tried to talk about what happened, but Sam didn't want to. She understood and thought she'd leave it alone. Without any intentions to, she fell asleep in the passenger seat. Something about the front seat was a lot more comfortable than the back seat she's always used to sit in. When she woke up, they were in front of a bar. Sam turned off the ignition.
"Oh my gosh. Sam, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep. Has it been long?" Sam shook his head.
"It's fine. You weren't asleep long. Ready to go in?" Adonia leaned up from against the door and wiped the sleep from her face. She smiled and nodded her head. They got out of the car and entered the bar as a man was leaving. A blonde, female bartender was wiping off the bar, her back towards them. Sam cleared his throat.
"Sorry, we're closing up," she yelled behind her.
"How about just one for the road?" The bartender turned around, it was Jo.
"Well, you're the last people I'd expect to see." Sam walked closer towards her and leaned against a wooden column with his hands in his pockets.
"Well, I guess I'm full of surprises. So can I get a beer?"
"Sure. One beer. You?" She asked Adonia.
"A glass of white wine, please." Sam pulled out a bar stool and Adonia grabbed one to his left. He faced her and watched Jo as she came back with their drinks quickly. She walked away and continued cleaning up.
"Where's Dean?" She asked over her shoulder. Sam and Adonia looked at each other.
"Couldn't make it," he said without breaking eye contact. Sam sighed.
"Hey Jo, could talk to you for a second? In the back? It won't take long." Jo looked at Adonia, hoping to read her face as to what it was about. Adonia shrugged her shoulders, clueless.
"Sure," she said. Sam got up and waited for Jo to lead.
"The door's locked. If someone knocks, just yell and say we're closed." Adonia nodded.
"I'll be fine." She swiveled side to side on the bar stool gently out of boredom. She took a sip of wine; enjoying the cooling sensation down her throat. She reached into her pocket to grabbed her phone to text Genna and let her know they arrived safely, but she realized she didn't bring it. She didn't bring anything.
Five minutes later, Sam came back from the back room without Jo.
"Where's Jo?" Sam walked back to the bar stool and stood before her.
"I told her what happened. She's on the phone with Ash to see what she can find out," Adonia looked confused, but let out a nervous laugh. Sam took off his leather jacket and set it down. Adonia noticed a burn mark on his arm.
"What happened?" She asked with a gasp.
"Must have had a run-in with a hot stove during my blackout." She reached to touch it, but he barely flinched. Instead, he grabbed her hand.
"I think it's time we talk." Adonia felt a lump in her throat.
"Okay. What do you want to talk about?" She stood to face him. It didn't look like he was going to sit down. Sam looked down and sighed.
"Look, I know things have been really rough for a while now. I mean, between your parents, your fiancé...and us, things just haven't been going well." Adonia laughed slightly.
"Yeah, well, everything happens for a reason, right? You've had a lot of weight on your shoulders too, Sam. Our friendship, as much as I care about it, isn't out biggest priority. There's been a lot going on personally for all of us, but also a lot dealing with our hunting lifestyles." Sam looked away and laughed. He looked back at her.
"Wow. You don't care about me at all, do you?" Sam's tone changed, as if mocking her. She scoffed and a look of insult crossed her face.
"I'm not trying to hurt you, Addie. I-I'm telling you because I care," his voice more soft.
"Wow. That's really kind of you, Sam, but I've sacrificed a lot for you." She didn't raise her voice or grow a rude tone. Pain, if anything, was behind her voice. She put her right hand on her hip and the other one rested on the bar.
"I mean it," Sam grabbed her hand, possessively, his fingers caressed her wrist.
"I care about you a lot," he said looking into her eyes with emotion.
"Sam, what's going on?" She tried to take her wrist away, but he held onto it.
"I can be more to you, Addie." Her heart practically stopped beating, completely unexpected. Something was off to her.
"Maybe we should leave." Sam stared at her for a second or two and let go, glared.
"Okay." He snapped her hand away as he let go, got up and walked away. She turned around facing the back wall of the bar and exhaled deeply. In utter surprise, Sam grabbed her forcefully from behind and turned her around. His face only inches away from hers.
"Sam, get off me! Sam, get off me! Sam!" She screamed as she tried to fight him off. He brushed her hair back on the top of her head, making her head lean back. He kept her head back as his lips trailed down her neck, only a centimeter away from contact. The warmth from his breath was everything, but calming. She turned to find his beer bottle next to her and grabbed it. He grabbed hold of her hand and broke the bottle against the bar.
"Addie, Addie, Addie." He shoved her around until she faced the wall and pinned her there, left hand over her wrist, right hand stroked her hair. She breathed heavily and still tried to get away, but could barely move.
"Sam, no, no! Please! Please!" He leaned her head back farther and slammed it into the bar, knocking her unconscious. She fell into his arms and he lifted her gently onto the bar. He placed her down and moved the few strands of hair out of her face. He turned her face close to his.
"It didn't have to be this way. Or maybe it did."
An old record player switched on playing The Doors "Crystal Ship". Adonia stirred conscious, sitting on a chair with her arms behind her back, tied around a wooden column. A large bruise already formed on her head.
"What the hell is going on? What are you doing?" She groaned.
"So exactly how long have you been holding this torch for me, huh?" Sam asked as he tightened the rope.
"You're not Sam," she said trying to look over her shoulder.
"Don't be so sure about that. Answer the question." Adonia didn't say anything. Sam sighed heavily and went around to the other side of her. he sat in front of her, leaned in, his expression shifted to one of open concern. He pulled out a large knife and stroked her face with it. His voice became sweet.
"Come on. It's me. You can tell me anything, you know that. Answer, the question." Adonia stared at him with a stern look.
"Fine."
"Fine," he repeated harshly. Sam played with her bangs with the knife.
"Ever since I met you, I felt something. Part of the reason why I wanted to leave Mike was because," she choked on her words slightly, "I thought I was better off with someone else." Sam looked at her as she spoke, a look that made her feel like she had butterflies in her heart. He laughed.
"That's just like you. Oh, I'll bet he saw it coming anyways. Then what?" Sam was very charismatic, eager. He got up and walked behind her, looking for something. She swallowed the lump in her throat.
"It all went south from there. We were getting closer to the yellow-eyed demon, more hunts, everything that happened to John. It was obvious that you weren't concerned about our relationship."
"Hmm," Sam sighed and leaned behind her on the column, "not quite."
"What?" She asked, confused.
"What? Oh. See, I cared about you. I didn't ignore that," Sam laughed, "You really don't know the truth, do you?" He went on the other side of her and sat down.
"I'll bet Dean or Genna don't know either."
"Know what?" She asked rudely, insulted by his attitude.
"You see, I was going to make a move. Anytime we were alone, I thought about it. But then, these new powers of yours started to peek through. And honestly, they freaked me out. I didn't want anything to do with you. Not even sure Dean wants to make any kind of contact with you. And all of this stuff with your parents, I mean, here you are living your life while they rot in Hell. The least you could have done was try to save them. You only care about yourself. No one wants to be around someone with that many issues." Sam said, pretending to be heartbroken. Adonia teared up.
"You're lying."
"I'm not. It's true."
"Everyone is scared of you," Sam sang mockingly.
"How could you know that?" She turned her head towards him, forcing herself not to cry.
"I hear things." He stood up and stabbed the knife a foot above her head into the column and stood beside her.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"For kicks and giggles. Open up." Without much of a choose, he shoved a knotted rag into her mouth and tied it around her neck. The door busted open.
"Sam!" Dean and Genna came through the door pointing their guns. Sam grabbed the knife and pointed it to them, then to Adonia's throat.
"I begged you to stop me, Dean."
"Put the knife down, dammit," The sound of Dean's voice showed fear and worry rather than anger. Genna kept watching Adonia to make sure she was okay.
"I told you I can't fight it! My head feels like it's on fire, all right? Dean. Kill me, or I'm going to kill her. Please. You'd be doing me a favor! Shoot me." Sam turned to face them with with arms open.
"Shoot me!" Adonia looked back and forth between Dean and Sam.
"No, Sammy. Come on." Dean put down the gun and turned away. Genna lowered her gun, but didn't want to make any sudden movements. That, she knew from past experiences. Sam looked confused and walked up to Dean.
"What the hell's wrong with you, Dean? Are you that scared of being alone that you'd rather let Adonia die?" The only volume Sam knew was yelling. Dean turned suddenly, flung water from a flask at Sam. The water hissed and steamed as it struck him.
"That's holy water, you demonic son of a bitch!" Sam raised his head; his eyes were the solid black of a demon's. Genna flung more holy water at him. Sam growled, turned, and ran, bursting through a window and fled. Dean took the knife and cut Adonia free; she pulled the gag out of her mouth as Dean ran towards the shattered window. Genna ran by Adonia's side to help her.
"He was possessed?" Dean turned back and stared at her for a moment, then jumped out of the window.
"Dean!" She yelled unanswered.
They found Jo in the backroom unconscious. Promising to fill her in later, they made sure she got into her car and went home. Genna and Adonia ran through the docks. Adonia held the flashlight, Genna got on her cell phone, his voicemail picked up.
"This is Dean. Leave a message." Genna hung up the phone with a sigh and continued searching. Moments later she called again, and this time heard Dean's ringtone coming from below her, by the water. She ran down to where he was lying unconscious at the bottom of a ramp. Adonia followed.
"Dean! Dean!" He woke with a groan.
"Take it easy." Dean shuddered and groaned in pain. It was clear that he had fallen in the water and was wounded.
"Where's Sam?" He asked, ignoring his own pain.
"I don't know. I've been looking for you. Get up." Adonia and Genna helped Dean stand and walk back to the bar.
Sam had shot him and he fell into the water. He tried his best to swim to some kind of land. Jo grabbed a first aid kit and handed it to Genna. She had ripped a sleeve from his shirt to get the bullet out of his shoulder. Adonia sat on the stool behind her and continued drinking her wine, not saying a word.
"Stop being a baby," Genna demanded.
"God!" Dean groaned.
"Almost. Alright, got it. Got it," she dropped the bullet into a shot glass of alcohol with tweezers. She began patching him back up. Dean took a few swigs of whiskey.
"God, you're a butcher." Genna looked at him with attitude.
"You're welcome," she said sarcastically.
"Alright, are we done?" He looked at her, who looked shocked.
"Would you give me two minutes to patch you up? You can't help Sam if you're bleeding to death," she continued layering the gauze and taping it over the wound.
"So, how did you know? That he was possessed?" Adonia asked looking at Dean.
"Uh, I didn't, I just knew that it couldn't have been him," he said between winces. Genna wanted to be gentle, but gentle wouldn't get the patch on correctly or tight enough. He took another swig of whiskey.
"Hey, Dean?"
"Yeah?" He asked looking at her.
"I know demons lie, but do they ever tell the truth too?"
"Uh, um, yeah, sometimes, I guess. Especially if they know it'll mess with your head. Why do you ask?" Adonia looked at him with sad eyes.
"Nothing. Doesn't matter. So do you have any idea where he's headed to next?"
"Well, so far he's been going after the nearest hunter, so...closest one I know lives in South Dakota."
"Okay. I'm done. Let's go," Genna said as she rubbed the last piece of tape down and stood. Adonia gave her glass and the whiskey bottle back to Jo and thanked her.
"You know, you could try being gentle sometimes," Dean said standing over Genna. She laughed.
"Gentle? I don't think you would be dating me if I were the gentle type. You get wounded, you fix it yourself. Don't treat it properly, you get sick. Not my problem," she said with a smile. Dean laughed. He leaned down and kissed her.
"Thank you," he said after breaking the kiss. She smiled.
"Anytime."
They drove to Bobby's house and as Dean expected, Sam was there. Bobby had already figured out Sam was possessed by putting holy water in his beer and had him tied up under the Devil's Trap by the time they got there. Dean slapped Sam across the face to wake him up.
"Hey!" Dean yelled so Sam could hear him. Sam looked up and saw the trap.
"Dean. back from the dead. Getting to be a regular thing for you, isn't it? Like a cockroach."
"How about I smack the smart ass right out of your mouth?" Dean stood firm in front of Sam. Bobby and the girls stood behind him.
"Oh, careful now. Wouldn't want to bruise this fine packaging."
"Oh don't worry, this isn't gonna hurt Sam much," he turned to pick up a bucket, "you, on the other hand," Dean tossed a bucketful of holy water on Sam, who sizzled and screamed.
"Feel like talking now?" Dean shouted with authority.
"Sam's still my meat puppet. I'll make him bite off his tongue."
"No, you won't be in him long enough. Genna," he signaled her.
"Exorcisamus te, omnes in mundus spiritus, omnes satanica potestas, omnes incursio..."
"See, whatever bitch-boy master plan you demons are cooking up? You're not getting Sam. You understand me? Because I'm gonna kill every one of you first." Sam struggled painfully. He threw his head back and laughed loudly. Genna stopped, surprised.
"You really think that's what this is about? The master plan? I don't give a rat's ass about the master plan."
"Humiliares sub potente magnu dei..."
"Oops. Doesn't seem to be working. See, I learned a few new tricks," Sam lowered his head.
"Spiritus in mundus un glorum suarum umitite palatum iram domine..." The fire in the fire place flared and the room began to shake; the wind roared.
"This isn't going like I pictured! What's going on, Genna?" Dean asked, panicking. She saw the circular burn mark on Sam's arm.
"It's a binding link! It's like a lock! He's locking himself inside Sam's body!"
"What the hell do we do?" Dean yelled over all the noise.
"I don't know!" She yelled backing away from Sam. Sam threw back his head and screamed; the shaking walls and ceilings began to crack, breaking the protective circle. Sam's eyes were black as he lowered his head.
"There. That's better," with telekinetic powers, Sam forced the hunters against the walls, causing them to fall to the ground in pain. With his strength, he broke loose from the rope. He walked over to Dean, who grabbed his wounded shoulder in pain.
"You know when people want to describe the worse possible thing, they say it's like hell," Sam knelt down in front of Dean, fisted his left hand in Dean's shirt and clocked him hard with a right jab. Dean grabbed onto Sam's shirt with his right hand.
"You know there's a reason for that. Hell is like, um," he hit Dean again, "Well, it's like hell. Even for demons," he hit him again. Dean was groggy and bleeding heavily from his nose.
"It's a prison, made of bone and flesh and blood and fear," he hit him again, then grabbed Dean's head, holding it steady.
"And you sent me back there." Dean sneered.
"Meg."
"No. Not anymore. Now I'm Sam," he hit him one last time, then dug his right thumb into Dean's bullet wound.
"By the way. I saw your Dad there - he says 'howdy'," he dug in further; Dean tried to pull Sam's hand away, groaning in pain.
"All that I had to hold onto was that I would climb out one day, and that I was going to torture you, nice and slow. Like pulling the wings off an insect," he shoved Dean's grasping hand away.
"But whatever I do to you, it's nothing compared to what you'll do to yourself, is it? I can see it in your eyes, Dean. You're worthless. You couldn't save your Dad, and deep down you know that you can't save your brother. They'd have been better off without you." Sam reared back to hit Dean again; suddenly Adonia was there, grabbing Sam's arm. She pressed a hot poker into the mark on Sam's arm; he screamed in pain, then again as black demon smoke billowed out of him and up the chimney. Sam fell back, scrambling and looking around in confusion, then grabbed his arm in sudden pain. Dean pulled himself up painfully.
"Sammy?"
"Did I miss anything?" Dean reared back and right-hooked Sam in the cheek, then rolled his eyes and collapsed. Sam grabbed his cheek in confusion.
Dean and Sam sat at Bobby's cluttered desk. Dean held an ice sack to his forehead to reduce the swelling from the hard blow to his head. Genna stood next to him while Adonia sat on the other side of the desk.
"By the way, you really look like crap, Dean." Dean took off the sack and looked at him.
"Yeah. Right back 'atcha," he put the ice back on. Bobby walked in slowly, looking concerned.
"You guys ever hear of a hunter named Steve Wandell?" Dean hesitated for a second.
"Why do you ask?"
"Just heard from a friend. Wandell's dead. Murdered in his own house. You wouldn't know anything about that," Sam looked down in guilt.
"No, sir. Never heard of the guy."
"Dean," Sam protested quietly.
"Good. Keep it that way. Wandell's buddies are looking for someone or something to string up, and they're not going to slow down to listen to reason. You understand what I'm saying?"
"We'd better hit the road. If, uh, you can remember where we parked the car," Dean joked towards Sam.
"Here. Take these," Bobby handed each of them a small metal charm.
"What are they?" Genna asked.
"Charms. They'll fend off possession. That demon's still out there; this'll stop it from getting back up in you."
"That sounds vaguely dirty, but uh, thanks."
"You're welcome. You guys be careful now."
"You too," Sam said kindly. Bobby looked at him with great concerned, but Sam just smiled and walked towards the door. Dean turned back and tossed Bobby the ice pack.
Nighttime again, Dean was driving down the highway. Sam sat in the front seat, quiet and sad. Adonia barely spoke; however, not unusual.
"You okay? Sam? Is that you in there?" Dean joked.
"I was awake for some of it, Dean. I watched myself kill Wandell with my own two hands; I saw the light go out in his eyes," Dean's expression became serious. Adonia listened attentively.
"That must have been awful."
"That's not my point. I almost carved up Jo too. But no matter what I did, you wouldn't shoot."
"It was the right move, Sam. It wasn't you," Genna protested from the back.
"Yeah, this time. What about next time?"
"Sam, when Dad told me that I might have to kill you, it was only if I couldn't save you. Now, if it's the last thing I do I'm going to save you," After a pause, Dean laughed softly.
"What?" Sam asked
"Nothing."
"Dean, what?" Sam protested.
"Dude, you, you like, full-on had a girl inside you for like a whole week. That's pretty naughty," Sam's frowned cracked and he laughed with Dean. But for Adonia, she wasn't sure if she would ever be the same for while to come.