The guys finally came back about two hours later, and I was still in the same spot as where they left me. Sam came over to me and kissed me.
"Hey Jalissa."
"Hey."
Dean took off his coat and looked at me with a questionable look.
"Where's Cass?"
"I wish I knew. One minute, I'm asking him to help me with these, the next, he was gone."
Dean shook his head.
"Yeah, that sounds like him."
I saw Dean put a new box of things on the table.
"What's in the box?"
"It's all of Max Thompson's recordings of his Demon curing process."
I smiled.
"Huh, let's get to listening."
I opened up the recorder and put the first tape in. The tape was so intense, I felt like I was in that room with him, trying to find some sort of humanity that is left in a demon.
Dean broke my thoughts when he asked Sam a question.
"Do we know what padre is dosing the demon with?"
"It says here in his notes, his own purified blood."
"purified how?"
"Before he started this, he went to confession."
Impressive. Who knew confession could be used in more ways than one? Cool.
We went back to listening the recordings. The father was up to injecting six does of his own blood inside the possessed. The demon finally screamed out, asking for mercy. It was at hour eight that we saw the change. He spoke another different latin chant that I've never heard before again, and touched the man who was possed. He asked the sam question one more time that he has asked many times before.
"When you ate the children, how did you feel?"
The man began to cry.
I'm sorry. I remember what their screams and pleads still sound like. I'm so sorry.."
Holy Shit. He really just cured a demon. I seriously need to give this guy a gift basket if I ever come across him in heaven.
Sam looked at both me and Dean.
"Did he just cure a demon?"
"I think so, Sammy."
"So, do we summon a demon and trap them?"
Dean shook his head.
"Or we could use the one demon we already tagged."
Abaddon.
"Do we have dad's army surgeon's kit?", Dean asked Sam.
"Yeah, its in the trunk."
"Well, we are going to put humpty dumpty back together."
I got up and threw Sam and Dean's jackets at them.
"Looks like it's time to cure a demon.'
The both smiled and began slipping their jackets on.
After Dean put his jacket on, he took his keys off the table.
"I'll meet you in the car, Sammy."
Sam pulled me into a hug.
"it's almost over."
I tightened my grip around his body.
"Thank god."
I pulled away and he took my face in both of his hands and kissed me passionately.
"Oh, what was that for?"
"For standing by me. Through all of it."
I smiled.
"Sam, it's in the vows. I plan on sticking to them. You need to go and save the world like the Winchesters always do."
He laughed at my comment.
"You're right. I'll see you soon."
He was about to walk out the door when I caught his attention with my voice.
"Sam?"
He turned around and looked back at me.
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
Everytime she said that to him, he felt like it was the first time he ever heard it come out of her mouth. It still gives him that same chill down his spine.
"I love you too. Stay put."
"Yeah, don't remind me."
Sa and Dean dug up Abaddon's dismembered body and drove to an empty warehouse where they could cure the demon. Sam opened up the box with her head in it and flinched.
"This is going to be disgusting."
Dean grinned.
"I'm in agreement with you on that one."
They placed her body in a chair that was in the warehouse, and Sam sewed her head back on with the supplies from their dad's surgical kit. As soon as Sam cut the excess stitch loose, Her eyes shot opened and flashed black.
She turned her neck a few times getting it to crack.
"Morning sun shines."
Dean hit Sam in the arm.
"Wow, it worked. You owe me a beer."
Abbadon replied instead of Sam.
"Oh, I owe you two so much. I can't wait to tear out those pretty green eyes."
Sam smirked at her.
"Good luck with that."
Dean shifted his eyes to her arms.
"we figured kitty didn't need her claws."
She looked down at her arms and saw her hands were no longer attached to her body.
"That's fine. I'll just stump ya to death, it'll be swell."
Sam shook his head.
"Yeah, that's not happening. The bullet remember?"
Fuck. She forgot all about the bullet in the roof of her mouth that contained a small devils trap. That would explain why she couldn't move.
Dean bent down next to her.
"So, you're gonna sit there and be a good little bitch, and we are going to consecrate the ground. the best part is you're going to fess up."
She smiled.
"Oh, I heard this tune before."
"Yeah, I doubt that," Sam replied.
He shouldnt of. She knew everything about father Max Thompson. Hell found out what he was doing to the demons and sent Abaddon to rip him apart. Sam and Dean weren't expecting that. It was definitely a curveball.
"It won't work," she continued.
"Keep telling yourself that, " Dean responded.
Sam's cellphone interrupted their chat with Abbadon.
"Hello?"
"Hello, moose."
"Crowley."
Abaddon had a confused look on her face.
"Crowley? the salesman?"
"Nope, try the king of hell."
Abaddon was stunned. How the hell did this happen?
Sam looked at Dean.
"Let's go outside."
"Alright, we'll be back.," he said, looking at Abaddon.
Once they were by the impala, the conversation with the king of hell was again picked up.
"what do you want Crowley?"
"First things first, what are you wearing?"
Dean got grossed out so fast.
"Hang up."
Crowley moved on from his joking around.
"Have you boys been keeping up with the news? Denver times, to be exact?"
Dean took his phone out of his pocket and went on the internet.
While Sam and Dean were preoccupied with Crowley, She looked over at her hands that were on the table. She might not be able to ju ju her way out right now, but her hands will come in handy right now. She stared at them for a while until they crawled onto her shoulder to remove the bullet from her mouth. And what do you know? It was a success.
Dean started reading what Crowley obviously had knowledge of.
"I'm sexting you an address. Check it out, and then we will talk again. Chow."
Crowley hung up.
"Crowley?"
Sam hung up his phone and put it in his pocket.
Dean started reading the article about Tommy Collins. The guy they saved from a wendigo seven years ago. The only conclusion the guys could come up with was a wendigo and Demon team up. They couldn't worry about it too much now. They were so close to ending this, they needed to finish it now.
Sam and Dean walked back inside to find an empty warehouse. Abaddon was nowhere in sight.
"Son of a bitch!"
"Dean, we should go to this address. I can bet you a demon will show."
"It's a trap sam."
"Yeah, but we need a demon. And one will show."
They got into the car and rushed to Prosperity, Indiana. They busted open the door that matched the address on Sam's phone. It was too late. They saw a burned to a crisp body in the oven.
"Is that jenny?", Sam asked covering his nose from the smell of brunt flesh.
For those of you who don't remember Jenny, she was the assistant of Don stark. The witch with a pissed off wife who did everything they could to off anyone around just to get back at one another.
Dean turned his head, trying to get the sight of Jenny out of his head.
Sam's phone rang.
"What the hell are you doing Crowley?"
"Isn't is obvious moosey? I'm killing everyone you ever saved. Since you somehow managed to steal back that pretty wife of yours and Kevin, I figured I needed to go back in history."
Dean walked closer to Sam's phone.
"How the hell do you know who we saved?"
Crowley was looking through carver edlund's novels at his wooden desk.
"i have my sources. Bring the demon tablet to me or I'll kill anyone you ever saved every 12 hours. I'll send you the next address. If you're lucky, you might be able to get a head start."
Sam's phone vibrated and a text message came over. A small town in Indianapolis.
"Dean, let's go."
Dean started driving before Sam even closed the passenger door. It took them about an hour to get there from using back streets. If they used the highway, this person would be dead by the time they got there.
Dean pulled up in front of a small hotel and Sam ran inside and knocked on the door. Sarah opened the door.
"Sarah?"
Sam never thought he would see her again.
"Sam? what's going on?"
"I need you to invite me in. you're going to need to sit down when I tell you this."
Sarah invited Sam in and they both Sat down in the two chairs that the hotel room had.
"so a demon named Crowley is going to kill me in 16 minutes?"
Sarah looked at the time. It was 11:44.
"No, cuz we are going to stop him."
There was a knock at the door and Sam went to answer it. Dean walked in with two containers and placed them on the floor.
"Sarah, what brings you in Indianapolis?"
"I was working on an estate sale for my dad."
"Huh."
Dean started taking out the guns and spraypaint to get ready for the next attack. He passed Sam a gun and he cocked it.
"If anything tries to get through the door, it's meat."
"Okay."
Dean looked at Sarah with a questionable face.
"Okay?"
"Yeah, you guys saved me once already."
That gave them a boost of confidence Sam and dean started spraypainting devils traps all around the room. Sam looked at Sarah who was twirling her wedding band, nervous what was coming for her.
"That's new," Sam said, sitting down next to Sarah.
"Yeah, I.. his name is Ian. He works for search and rescue. I guess I have a type."
Both Sam and Sarah smiled, remembering their short-lived romance.
"We have a daughter, Beth. She will be one in a month."
Sam raised his eyebrows. It's amazing how things can change over the course of seven years.
"What about you, Sam? Look like you took the plunge yourself."
She pointed at Sam's wedding band, and Sam smiled.
"Yeah, her names Jalissa. We've been married for a year now."
"Does she know what you do?"
"Yeah, actually that's how we met. she's a hunter too."
Sarah smiled. "Why isn't she with you? I'd would've liked to meet her."
"She's home. We're having a baby, and I don't want her or the baby to get hurt."
"Awww, Sam congratulations. You're going to make a great dad. Also, I can tell you've changed too, as a person."
"Really?"
"Yeah, you seem more focused. confident. Like, you know what you want. You grew up, Sam."
Sam did know what he wanted. He wanted to get away from all evil that can harm him and his family. He wanted to see his kid grow up and make something of themselves. actually kids. He would love to have more than one kid. Grow old with Jalissa and have normal conversations with her, like are you going to pick up the kids from soccer practice? He wanted it all. All of it which is normal.
The cellphone rang.
Dean, Sam , and Sarah stood up raising their weapons.
"Five, four, three, two, one, action."
All of the sudden, Sarah dropped to the floor, feeling her lungs close up. Sam rushed by her side, trying to help her.
"Hy, Hey, hey, Sarah."
Dean went over to her as well.
"You son of a bitch"
"Son of a witch, actually. I picked up a few tricks."
"Dean, a hexbag, look for a hexbag."
They started tearing through everything in the room. Sarah felt her heart slowing.
"You know, you boys pretend saving people can fill the empty spaces in your life. It's pretty pathetic. To cope with the death and alcoholism. You don't save lives, you only cause pain."
They went through everything. Sam went back to Sarah, who was no longer moving.
Sam fell back and ran his hands through his hair. Dean took the phone and through it against the wall. The hexbag slid across the floor. The damn hexbag was in the phone.
I was in mine and Sam's room changing into night clothing. I took one of Sam's flannels and threw it on. They were always comfortable and roomy. They were the best to sleep in. Plus, he always thought I looked cute in his clothes. I picked up the clothes I just changed out of and saw Sam standing in the doorway, with a heartbreaking look on his face.
I dropped the clothes and went over to hug him. He tightened his grip around my body. I felt myself become more snug against his hard chest.
"Sam, what happened?"
He pulled back with tears in his eyes.
"Crowley is killing people we saved. He wont stop unless we hand over the tablet."
"Oh god, Sam..I.. I'm so sorry."
He sat down on the bed, and I sat down next to him.
"What if this is one we can' win?"
"Sam, don't do that. you can win this. You always do. You two always manage to kick it in the ass. Dont lose hope now. Youve come so far."
I turned his face so he was looking at me.
"You can do this."