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Chapter 39: Born Under a Bad Sign Part 3
My forehead felt cold. Which I thought was odd. Or maybe it was just cold compared to the blood I felt pouring from the cut on my head. I could feel it dip neatly across my hairline. It felt like my scalp was going to fall off. I groaned quietly, lifting my head but my eyes were still firmly shut. God, where was I? Where was Dean? The smell of stale beer assaulted my nose and the dim lights hurt even my closed eyes. Yep, bar in the middle of no where was definitely on my list. And Sam…God, I forgot all about who had done this in the first place. I shook my head out of habit; no, this couldn't have been Sam. I refused to believe it.
"I know you're awake." I heard him say suddenly and then a stool creaked and slid foreword, creating a squeaking noise that I swear wasn't known to this earth. My eyes gently slid open, fearing too many things may assault them at once. Sam was in front of me, something white in his hand. Before I knew it he was cleaning my face with it, much to my protest. I think the sentence that came out of my mouth was along the lines of, 'Get the fuck off of me'. But for some reason my speech was slurred ever so slightly and I nearly wondered if I had broken my jaw or something. But my jaw didn't hurt, just my forehead. And as I looked at Sam, or whoever the fuck this was, my heart ached too. "I was beginning to worry."
"What do you want?" I asked quietly.
"I thought that was pretty clear." Sam said slowly and leaned towards to brush his nose against my own. It made me want to bite or spit at him but I kept my ground. Especially since I then realized I was tied to some sort of wooden post in the place we were in. He grabbed my chin after he set the cloth down. "Look at me." He said slowly, smirking as I really had no choice. "Now, tell me, do you want a girl or a boy?"
He pulled back and went to his bar stool, sliding it across the ground until he was sitting right in front of me. I glanced around the small bar. It wasn't the Roadhouse, it was too small to be, but I saw someone's hands just behind the bar. They were knocked out cold whoever it was. I prayed to God they were knocked out and it wasn't something worse. Sam must have come in right after closing because tables weren't clean and the bar was still covered the empty and half full bottles of beer. Sam smelled like he had had three or four himself.
I shook my head at him. "You're not Sam."
He smirked and shook his head. "Don't be so sure about that. Answer the question." A breath stifled in my throat.
I forgot all about my baby. Is that something horrible to say when you're tied to a post and leaking blood from your forehead and this person you've known all your life has gone off the deep end? I mean, everything felt fine. I wasn't bleeding from anywhere other than my forehead and I didn't hurt anywhere. I guess I really wouldn't know until I got checked out by a nurse or something.
"Where's Dean?"
"Apparently not here." He spat and it was the first time I recognized a bulge in the side of his jeans. He was carrying some type of weapon and I stiffened as he pulled it out, twirling the dagger in his fingers thoughtfully. He then looked at me with puppy dog eyes but they didn't seem like they were his this time. Sam's eyes but not Sam. Not at all. "Come on, it's me. You can tell me anything you know that. We're best friends aren't we?" It sounded so much more like a threat. "Answer the question."
I wanted Dean so bad I almost started sobbing right there on the spot. But I wasn't going to let this bastard get the better of me. Especially since they were trying to do that by using Sam's body. "I want a girl."
Sam grinned and leaned foreword again, giving me the urge to run. "One beautiful little girl that looks just like you?" He toyed, the dagger's edge coming up and brushing against my cheek. But then for some reason he switched gears and leaned back against the stool, nearly making it tip. His face scrunched up like he was utterly confused. "Are you sure Dean even wants a girl?"
"Yes." I answered with no hesitation.
"Or hell, even wants a kid at all?" Sam smiled, like he knew something more and I swallowed. Of Course Dean wanted a kid; he had told me millions of times. "Are you sure he isn't just going with the flow because it's the easiest thing to do?" I tried not to frown at the question. "I'm just looking out for your best interests Andy." I shook my head, biting the inside of my cheeks, refusing to answer him or any doubt that somehow popped into my mind. He sighed, sensing I wasn't going to say anything. "I want you to tell me everything you remember about the night your dad died."
Why would he want to know that? Hadn't he been there? Hadn't I been the one stuck at home and everyone had to come home and tell me? I couldn't really understand the subject change but as I looked at the dagger still firmly planted in his hands on his lap, I was in no position to argue.
Now that I thought about it, I actually remembered a lot of things from that night. The ways my knees shook when I realized my daddy wasn't coming home. How the house still smelled like him everyday he was gone. I remembered Sam, so much different than the one smiling smugly in front of me, taking me up to my room and sleeping next to me. I was curled in his strong arms and when my nightmares woke me up screaming Dean would come into the room and sit with me and Sam until I fell back asleep. I remembered John sitting me on the couch and breaking the news to me again because he didn't think it seeped in the night they all came home. I remembered his voice sounded like crackled cigarettes and the smell of leather. It was ironic how you could remember a lot of things when it was traumatic but when they were happy, things tended to fade away.
I sighed, still wondering why I was playing along. My stomach lurched as Sam's knuckles turned white as he gripped the end of the dagger. Right, now I remembered. "You guys were up at the hunt in the woods, you were after Wendigos." Sam nodded; following my every word like it was a fly that needed to be swatted. "You, Dean and John were hiding and my father was bait."
Sam smirked, getting close to my ear. His hot breath reminded me of steam from a kettle. "You know how much that's just like John. I bet he dangled Max like meat on a hook." He smiled at me as a glare found its way onto my face. "Then what?"
My teeth slid together and I felt like biting the inside of my cheeks until they bled just so I could spat blood at the bastard who was trying so hard to be Sam. "Don't you know? You were there."
"I like hearing you talk." He replied innocently. But the lips sliding gently across my face felt anything but innocent. It felt like little pins sliding across my face. "Come on Andy." Sam whispered in my ear making goose bumps appear everywhere. "I'll make it worth your while."
He coined that phrase from Dean and I was twitching with anger as he said it, like he was trying to be him. I glanced at the dagger innocently sitting on Sam's lap, the blade glistening against the lights. This wasn't Sam. If anything I was a hundred and twenty percent certain. Which meant whoever this was, or whatever had possessed him, wouldn't think twice in hurting me. And I couldn't risk my baby like that.
I cleared my throat, like I was washing fear from my system. "The damn thing showed up. Your fucking father was too eager to kill the damn thing; like he always was on hunts." I figured I mise well say what the hell was on my mind.
Sam didn't move; he knew where he was at was driving me crazy and making my skin itch. So he stayed there, perfectly still and up against my face. I could tell he loved making my skin curl and the way I twitched every time he let out a breath against me. "You know how much alike Dean and John are. You know they just can't help themselves. When something needs to be done it has to be done as soon as possible and done right." Sam sneered and I almost saw some of the old Sam there.
I knew what Sam was inferring. He was trying to compare Dean to his father in saying that his rushing, his eagerness, would get me hurt. Just like my dad got hurt. But Dean wasn't his father. And I knew he'd never try and endanger me just because he wanted something to be done quickly. He made me salt the windows and doors for Christ's sake every time I was left alone in the motel room.
"That's not Dean." I said confidently.
Sam smiled again, that bone chilling smile I wasn't aware Sam could muster. "We'll see sweetheart. Go on." He sat back again and crossed his arms over his chest. I was just glad he was out of my face.
"John jumped out too early and my dad got exposed. The thing turned around and killed him." Short; just like my father's demise.
Sam's smile was now slow and he was beginning to remind me of a clown. "Not quite." He whispered.
I didn't believe him but felt the need to entertain his bullshit notions. "What?"
"Well, it attacked him…" He shook his head. "But it didn't kill him." My eyes searched his for any type of lying. But there wasn't any and that fact made my heart speed up painfully in my chest. "John really didn't tell you, did he?" Sam's voice was soft now. Like the type of voice you would use to explain to a child his dog had been hit by a car.
I shook my head; the uneven wood feeling like it was splintering the back of my skull. "What are you talking about?"
Sam smirked, licking his lips and suddenly stood from the stool. He plunged the edge of the knife into the wooden post just near my face. "I think you should beg me." He said nonchalantly, throwing a shrug to piss me off.
I laughed. "Sorry, I'm afraid any type of begging coming from me is strictly Dean's business."
Sam frowned, his whole demeanor changing. He pulled the knife from the post and gently grazed it over my stomach and I shook my head, trying not to whimper in some type of fear. "You wanna bet on that?" He asked me, pinching the knife into my skin near my belly button. It was hard enough to hurt but not hard enough to break my skin. "Let me hear it." He said gently, leaning over to yet again kiss my cheek. Hope he knew that was all he was going to fucking get.
I bit my tongue and tried hard to capture the breath I had seemed to have lost while that knife was against my stomach. "Please Sam." I said, voice shaking. "Tell me."
Sam grinned, enjoying every single second. "Well, you see, Max was all clawed up and holding insides in his hands. He was gurgling, praying to see his beautiful daughter one last time." I swallowed, each of his words biting into me like glass tearing veins open. "So my dad…killed him. Put him out of misery like a sick dog."
His voice sounded like he choking on blood or gurgling and it was about as much as I could take. Because everything suddenly sounded like my father dying, him begging John not to do it, Sam and Dean sitting in the Impala; hearing everything but not being able to do anything.
"You're lying!" I screamed, pent up emotions filling my eyes with tears. I wanted Dean. I wanted him to look me in the eye and tell me Sam was lying. I wanted him to hold me.
Sam brushed his thumb under my eye where a stray tear had fallen. "I'm not, its true." He pulled his hand back and smiled. "I was there, remember? My daddy shot your daddy in the head." He sing-songed.
My voice came out as a strangled whisper; a poor excuse for a sob. "Why are you doing this to me?" I asked.
"Like daddy, like daughter. You're bait." He gave me a harsh kiss on the lips and pulled back, shoving some type of cloth into my mouth. I whimpered against the cloth as he shoved it so far back I thought I was going to choke.
Suddenly the bar doors slammed open and the dagger tightened in Sam's hands again as Dean walked in with a gun aimed.
"Sam!" He bellowed, looking from me to Sam, trying to stop any type of movement before it started.
I coughed against the gag and Dean tried to move closer to me, his eyes filled with an emotion I couldn't name. He was alarmed and confused. He couldn't decide whether he should be pointing the gun at Sam or not. It was his brother after all. He wasn't looking at Sam anymore either. Just at me.
Sam grinned. "Well look at the maiden's hero coming to her rescue." He lifted my shirt slowly and pressed the knife to my bare stomach.
"Sam, put the knife down!" Dean screamed, but he was begging. He didn't have the control here; even though he was the one with a gun.
"Or what?" Sam smirked and suddenly burst into maniacal laughter. "You'll shoot me? I gave you that chance and you dropped your gun. So grab your balls back Dean. Here's your chance. Kill me or I'm gonna kill her; your newborn dreams going right along with her."
Dean grew antsy, trying to come closer but halting immediately as I whimpered in pain from Sam pushing on the knife.
"Put the knife down, damn it!" Dean bellowed, cocking the gun. "Please, I can't lose everything." He said that barely above a whisper.
"This is it Dean!" Sam suddenly screamed; his voice full of fury and passion. "This is what dad warned you about! I can't control it; my head feels like it's on fire." He shook his head, pulling the knife away for a slight moment. "Please. You'll be doing me a favor."
Suddenly Dean whipped out something from his jacket pocket, throwing it at Sam's face. I heard the familiar sizzle of skin and smelled smoke. Holy water. Sam was possessed by a demon.
"That's holy water, you demonic son of a bitch!" Dean screamed and Sam's eyes turned a coal black as his skin sizzled and his body twitched. He backed away from me and Dean and tripped over the stool as Dean threw the water at him again. Sam screamed in pain, like an injured animal caught in a bear trap and lunged for the window.
And just when I thought things couldn't get worse, he jumped through it, sending glass everywhere.
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Dean rushed to me, trying to get the knots undone. "Fucking boy scout knots." He swore and I sniffled. He wasn't looking at me, which I was kind of worrying about. He glanced up every so often but really tried to focus in getting the knots out.
My wrists were sore and throbbed as he removed the rope. I tore the cloth from my mouth, it gagging my throat and making me cough. It was hard enough to bring my lungs up into my mouth. Just to add to the fact I had been crying a moment before and my esophagus burned, making the coughs a bit more frequent as he finally got all the knots out. I collapsed against him, wrapping my arms around my neck.
"Shhh…" He whispered pulling me against him as he gently sat me down on the floor with him. "You're okay, I got ya." He told me gently, his arms tightly wound around my waist. My coughs were still sputtering against his chest as tears came down my cheeks and it felt like my eyes were fucking leaky faucets these days. "Can you stand?" He asked me gently, pulling my head back and cupping my face with both of his warm hands. I nodded and he smiled gently, kissing my lips twice before he helped me up. "We need to get you to the hospital."
"What? No." I argued; my voice raw but firm. "You need to go after him."
"Andy he knocked you out and God only knows what happened before you woke up."
"Sam didn't do anything." I tried. This is what I was talking about. Dean needed to go after his brother.
"That's not Sam!" Dean screamed.
"I know!" I yelled right back, voice breaking. "Which is all the more reason why you need to go after him!"
I suddenly heard someone groan and I looked at Dean confused. I completely forgot about the person out cold behind the bar and, trying to not get extremely dizzy as I walked, hurried around Dean and to the bar. I moved the bar stools out of the way and saw a flash of long blonde hair.
"Jo?" I asked and then she flipped her hair aside.
"Andy?" She asked and I motioned for Dean to come and help me lift her up off the floor. "What happened?" She asked.
"You're hurt." I said gently as Dean held her arm until he sat her on a bar stool.
"So are you." She commented dryly to my own forehead and Dean winced, following me behind the bar.
"Good point, Jo." Dean said a little louder than usual but I tried not to pay attention to him. He was deliberately not following Sam, which just pissed me off beyond all belief.
"Cloths?" I asked Jo, who was leaning her elbow on the bar counter with her head in her hand, absentmindedly pushing empty bottles aside with her other hand until they tipped.
"Top drawer."
I nodded, getting one and holding it under a faucet of cold water. "I'm not talking to you until you go after Sam."
"Does everything feel alright?" He asked me and I nodded.
"I'm fine Dean. I promise." I turned the water of and squeezed the excess water out. I handed Jo the washcloth and she nodded, thanking me. "You don't remember what happened?"
"Sam came in with you in his arms…" She trailed off, seeing Dean clench his fists as he leaned his elbows on the bar. I went closer to him and leaned against his side, giving him a small kiss on the side of his head. "He claimed you guys were on a hunt and you got hurt. When I asked where Dean was he conked me on my head."
"And you work here?" I asked, now surveying the place. Like I hadn't had time to do that.
"Every since that blow out with my mom." She nodded. "Yeah."
"Alright, I'm heading after Sam." Dean said suddenly, like he had finally heard what I had said twenty minutes ago.
I nodded, following him out and around the bar. "Where do you wanna start?" Dean chuckled, but it was out of irony not humor and turned around putting his hands up. I stopped short, not seeing the joke. "What?"
He shook his head. "You're not coming with me." He then looked at Jo, who I could feel smile at him. "Jo, you alright to drive?" I'm guessing she nodded. "Good, get Andy to a hospital please."
"And why do I need to do that?"
Dean sighed and I could tell he was already irritated with her even though we hadn't really said anything to her since she regained consciousness. He wanted to tell her it was none of her business. "Andy's pregnant."
"I am so not going to ask about that."
"Well, Jo, if your mother said the stork she was lying." Dean replied dryly and turned on his heel, going to head out the door.
I scoffed. He was not leaving me here this easily. "No, wait." I pulled on his arm and when he turned back around he seemed a cross between angry, agitated and worried sick.
"Andy, I'm not quite sure what you want here. You wanted me to go after Sam and I'm going."
"But can't I just wait until this whole thing with Sam is over before I head over to the hospital."
"I'm not giving you a choice here, babe. You're going now. End of discussion." He turned to leave again and I crossed my arms over my chest.
"Not really a discussion if you won't let me get a word in and yell at me." I muttered.
He sighed and stopped, turning around for the last time. I could tell it was because he looked tired of trying to leave and then turning all around again. He eyed Jo for a moment and then walked towards me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and trailed them down my arms. He then grabbed my hands and squeezed them.
"Look, what I said to Sam about you and this baby was right. I can't lose it, I can't lose you." I leaned closer to him and hugged him tightly. "Will you please go to hospital and make sure everything is okay?" Even though I was about to tell him if something was wrong, I'd definitely be feeling it by now but I nodded nonetheless and he kissed my head.
"Yeah, I'll go. Go find Sam."
"Call me?" He asked and I nodded, giving him a small kiss on the lips.
"I will, you too?"
He smiled and nodded, giving Jo one small nod before another kiss on my head and leaving. Not turning his back this time for anything.
Jo smiled at me but I wasn't quite sure if it was something I should have been insulted with or not. She looked drunk. "So, you Dean and a baby huh?" I nodded and shifted awkwardly. "How'd that happen?"
I smirked as she got off the bar stool. "Come on," I said, motioning to the front door. "I'll paint a picture of a diagram for you on the way to the hospital."
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Something must have thrown the cosmic scales off balance or something wasn't right. There was a lunar cycle out of loop or the fabric of time was unraveling. Something was off. Because Jo in I were stuck in a car for twenty minutes and actually talking to one another. Actually having full conversations that weren't about Dean. There was no threatening to hit her or angry words being thrown around. We actually talked and I think at one point we actually laughed over something. Yeah, tip the scales people. Believe me, I was denying it in my head. She didn't bring up Dean but she did bring up my baby and plans and whether I wanted a girl or a boy. That question reminded me of Sam now anytime anyone ever asked it and I shook my head and answered.
She parked the car in the lot and I sat there a moment, looking out the window.
"I still have that dress ya know." I said thoughtfully and she nodded and then shrugged.
"Keep it, just a dress." I nodded and then cleared my throat. Weird when we parked the car the silence got to us like it was waiting. "So Dean wants to get you checked out every month?"
I nodded and smiled slightly. "Yeah, he made the intelligent point the other day on how Sam doesn't have X-ray vision."
"But it's not an X-ray, it's a sonogram."
I giggled and nodded. "Yeah, that's why I mentioned intelligent." I sighed and checked my phone to see if he called. "He has good intensions though, can't blame him for that." I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the car door, hesitating before closing. "Well, thanks for the forced ride Jo. Sure you don't want to get your head checked out?"
"No, he just bumped it. I'll be alright."
I nodded. "Okay, well… thanks."
She gave me a sincere smile. "You're welcome. You'll have to call me and tell me about the baby."
I nodded and I actually got the feeling that I would genuinely want to do that. "Yeah, sure. I'll call you. See ya Jo."
I waved to her once before she left and headed into the front door of the hospital. Even though I'd never admit it out loud or to anyone, Jo was the closest thing I had to an actual friend in a long time.
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I had the sonogram and the nurses carried out the tests that didn't really need to be done but I was hospital policy so I had to let them do it since I came in. I snapped my mouth shut and let them draw blood and I peed in a cup and I did everything they asked me to with a smile on my face, for Dean. They told me once again that my stress level was high and that the cuts on my forehead were troubling, especially since I was pregnant. I felt like a kid on Law and Order or something where a protection agency would need to be called. I signed all the forms to be released; they wanted to keep me there over night to watch my stress levels. 'Fuck that' came to mind but I respectfully declined and got out of there as soon as possible. I would have considered it if both the Winchesters were in the lobby. Actually I think if they both would have been there I wouldn't have been able to get out of it.
I think I stood in the parking lot for ten minutes calling Dean before I realized I should have asked Jo to stick around and wait for me. But hospitals run on a slow wait fucking period, which they do on purpose to cause more stress, and I felt bad making her wait. I figured I could just call Dean. Which I should have remembered wasn't an actual option because of the reason I was even at this God forsaken hospital in the first place. If Dean was busy or in trouble he wouldn't be able to stop and come get me and that was the least of my worries if he was hurt.
"Andy!"
I turned in the direction of the voice, noticing the shrill blonde voice to be Jo's. "Jo?" I asked, walking towards the parking lot spot. "We're you waiting here all this time?"
"I figured you'd be a sitting duck afterwards, you know Dean probably planned that." I thought about it a moment and swore quietly, yeah, he probably had. "Did you get a hold of him?"
I rounded the car and got in. "No, which just worries me."
"In trouble or trying to get out of it?"
I nodded and dialed the phone company. "Yeah, that's what I'm thinking."
"What are you doing?" She asked me as I motioned for her to start the car and drive onto the highway. Most things led off from the highway. "Hi, my name is Carley Lane; I believe my husband has a phone with your company. The name?" I thought deeply for a moment and almost kicked myself when the name hadn't popped up sooner. "Daniel Lane. Code is 567435." Jo looked at me periodically to see if I knew where we were going yet. "Yes, the GPS for his phone please. I'm not sure whether he's out looking for the damn thing or out at that harlot's house again." Jo smirked and I smiled, rolling my eyes. "Yes, thank you."
Jo clapped for a moment as I got off the phone and I smiled, bowing my head after a moment. "You should be an actress." She said after a moment and I smirked.
I connected to the internet on my small phone and while it was nothing like Sam's I could still get into the phone companies website and open up the GPS. My heart thudded in my chest as I realized that Dean was at Bobby's house.
"Jo, drive faster."
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Jo dropped me off ten minutes later. I waved to her again as I basically jumped from the car and ran to the steps and knocked on the door. I tried to listen to the voices inside but they were muffled and I couldn't tell who the hell was in there. I knocked again, somewhat more frantically and I heard feet shuffle and moments before the door opened.
"Andy?" Bobby asked and I smiled a little.
"Hey Bobby, is Dean here?"
He nodded and opened the door to let me in and I hugged him quickly. He gave me a small smile and closed the door. I looked around at the desk and couch and musky books still in a circle around the room before the devil's trap on the ceiling. And that's exactly where Sam and Dean were. The memories of Meg came rushing back as I heard the end of what Sam was saying.
"Oh, careful now. Wouldn't wanna bruise this fine packaging." Sam said with a small smile and Dean scoffed.
"Oh, don't worry. This isn't gonna hurt Sam much. You, on the other hand–-" Dean suddenly took a bucket of water, I'm guessing Holy Water, and splashed it over Sam. It cascaded down his chest and made a puddle on his lap, making him squirm and seethe with smoke. He moaned and screamed as the water made his pores seem like putting raw meat on a grill.
"Dean…" I said attentively and he turned around.
"Hey," He said gently turning around completely and giving me his attention for a moment. Sam was tied to a chair in a devil's trap. How much damage could he do? "Is everything okay?"
I nodded. "Yeah," And then I sighed, knowing full well he would know I wasn't telling him something. "My stress levels were high again…"
"And what would a pretty young thing like you have to be stressed about?" Sam asked with a laugh and Dean turned and glared at him.
I shrugged. "I guess it might have something to do with my best friend getting possessed by a demon."
Sam shrugged, making his shoulders roll against the wet thin shirt he had on. "Anyway I can help, sweetie."
Dean visibly tightened at the nickname and I tried to get his attention again. "Dean." He looked at me slowly and I leaned up to kiss his cheek. "The baby and I are fine, okay?"
"Shame really, I was so sure if I pushed that knife a little deeper…"
Dean suddenly shook with anger and before I knew it he was trying to walk towards Sam. "You better shut your goddamn mouth, you son of a bitch!"
"Such a wide use of vocabulary Dean Winchester."
I came up behind Dean and pulled on his arm, he pulled back momentarily and we joined Bobby in the next room. "Are you going to exorcise him?" I asked, looking at Sam. He gave me a small smile, his eyes coal black.
Dean nodded. "That's the idea. Bobby you have any amulets that Andy can put on to ward off demons?"
Bobby nodded. "Got few upstairs." He went to go grab them and I looked at Dean, arms crossed over my chest.
"That really necessary? He's tied to a chair in a trap."
Dean shook his head and leaned in to kiss my forehead. "I don't care, just put it on for me okay?"
I nodded and waited until Bobby came back down and I had the necklace on to say anything. "Can I help?"
Dean shook his head. "Just…please?" I guess I was supposed to understand his reasoning by just that. "This bastard needs to be sent back to hell." My breath stopped in my chest as Sam's eyes connected with mine and he erupted in laughter.
"Quick and easy? How very John Winchester of you Dean." Sam commented as another bucket of water was poured on him. He laughed this time instead of feeling the initial pain and I shivered as he connected his black eyes with me again. "You know what the first thing I'm gonna do?" Sam asked Dean. "I'm gonna peel her skin off and rip that baby from her body." He grinned and Dean shook with fury.
Dean suddenly went at him throwing punches at Sam's face. "Dean!" I screamed and Bobby and I went forward pulling him off a laughing Sam. "Dean, stop!" We finally had enough strength to push him back against the wall and he was breathing heavily, never taking his eyes off Sam, who was as comfortable as he could be. "Dean." I repeated. I put my hand on his chin and stroked his face for a moment. "Don't let him get to you. He wants you to do this, don't."
Dean looked at me a moment and his eyes were glassy with scared and angry tears. I kissed his cheek and squeezed his arm. I was trying to be reassuring that what Sam was saying wasn't true. That the bastard would never have a chance to do anything.
"Bobby, start it up." Dean's voice was rough and overcome with anger and fear. I tried to calm him down, squeeze his arm and shoulder and leave a small kiss every now and then as Bobby read through the Latin of John's journal but nothing seemed to calm him. He wasn't even looking at me when I squeezed him anymore. I just hope he remembered that this wasn't Sam and tried not to hold anything against him after the fact.
Sam screamed and moaned in his seat and I leaned in and put my nose against Dean's shoulder, taking in the scent of leather. But suddenly, as quick as it started, Sam stopped screaming and looked up at us with a small smile. "Oops. Doesn't seem to be working. See, I learned a few new tricks."
He bowed his head and started speaking Latin, but it sounded so much more dark and sinister when he talked like that. The room began to shake and paper flew everywhere. Dean pushed me back into the other room and told me to stay there.
"This isn't going like I pictured. What's going on, Bobby?" Dean screamed over the roar of the shaking room.
Bobby avoided the flying books and stacks of papers and made his way over to Sam's form, Latin still pouring from his lips. Bobby pulled back a part of Sam's shirt and from what I could see from where Dean told me to stay it was a reddish burn. It looked painful, like Sam had burned himself on a stove.
"It's a binding link! It's like a lock! He's locked himself inside Sam's body!"
The ceiling began to crack and my heart plummeted as the devil's trap was broken. Sam cracked his neck, grinning evilly with his eyes looking like oil. I was ready for them to start dripping they were so clear and glossy. "There. That's better."
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Before I knew it Sam was pulling his wrists up from the chair and the ropes broke. With one jerk of his head both Bobby and Dean were flown in different directions. My feet jerked, I wanted to run to Dean but I knew he'd be pissed and it'd only get me hurt.
"You know, when people wanna describe the worst possible thing, they say, "It's like hell."." Sam grabbed Dean by the shirt and lifted him from the floor, sending a punch that I swore cracked Dean's face.Well, there's a reason for that. It's a prison made of bone and flesh and blood and fear." He punched him again and I shifted my feet, looking around to see what I could do or grab. "And you sent me back there."
Dean was bleeding from his nose and it was dipping into his mouth, coloring his teeth pink. "Meg." I said suddenly and Sam looked up, smiling slowly.
"No. Not anymore. Now, I'm Sam."
I inched over to Bobby and tried shaking him awake, but he wouldn't budge let alone open his eyes.
Sam took a look at Dean, sending another punch that made Dean groan and sniffle in pain. "By the way, I saw your dad there. He says, 'Howdy.' "
I looked at the fireplace as Sam sent a few more punches, I had to act fast. God what was I doing? If this didn't work, Meg would be pissed and kill me. I was sure of it. But I did it anyways, my love for Dean fueling me. I grabbed one of the iron rods you used to tend fires with and dipped it in the flame. Before Meg knew what I was doing it was hot and burning with hot embers. I struck it against Sam's arm, burning the lock. Sam screamed in agony and I dropped the iron, running over to Dean. I lifted him up on my lap and he collapsed against me, blood dripping from his nose and onto my jeans.
Sam fell to his knees and screamed, black smoke curling out of him in one huge rush. It seemed to erupt as it hit the ceiling like it was just reacting to the Latin said by Bobby before. It rushed into the fireplace with a sickening howling noise and then all at once it was quiet, leaving a whimpering Dean against me and a bewildered Sam.
"Sammy?" Dean asked and Sam looked at us confused.
"Did I miss anything?" He asked and I scoffed. I leaned up and punched him across the face. Let that answer his damn question.
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"Push a little bit harder Andy, I don't think you managed to hurt my cheekbone yet." Dean growled as I wiped the blood off his face.
I sighed, gently taking the washcloth back to observe his face. "Stop being a baby. Your face is gonna hurt everywhere, just let me get the blood off." I kissed his hairline and that somehow gave him patience. I took the washcloth and wiped around his nose and mouth again. "It could have been worse." I went to go put the washcloth in the kitchen but Dean wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me to sit on his lap as he leaned back on the couch. "Don't you want an icepack?"
Dean shook his head, burying his face in my neck, which I'm sure didn't feel as nice as he wanted it to. His face was pretty bruised. "No, I want you to sit here. You make me feel a whole lot better."
"Your face is going to swell if you don't put ice on it babe. If that happens I'll have no choice but to go after a more attractive male." I giggled as he squeezed my waist and brought me closer against his chest, succeeding in hugging me tightly to him. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck. "I guess I'm not going anywhere."
He kissed my shoulder as Bobby came back in the room. "Good to know."
Bobby handed me an ice pack regardless and I gently pulled back and handed it to him to put on his face. He hissed in pain upon applying it and I rubbed his shoulder, kissing his head.
"How are you doing over there Sam?" I asked and he shrugged, feeling his jaw.
"Everything's still fuzzy. Although I'm getting a nice shooting pain up my jaw line from your tap." I grinned and he smiled. "Thanks."
I shrugged. "You're welcome. You're lucky it wasn't worse. I warned you what would happen if you disappeared again."
"You guys ever hear of a hunter named Steve Wandel?" Bobby asked. I'm sure he could see us look at the floor, glance at each other and shift uncomfortably.
Finally Dean spoke up. "Why do you ask?"
"Just heard from a friend –- Wandel's dead. Murdered in his own house. You wouldn't know anything about that?"
Dean cleared his throat, pulling back the icepack. I stroked the back of his neck and leaned into him to kiss the side of his head as he squeezed me around my waist. "No, sir. Never heard of the guy."
"Good. Keep it that way." Bobby warned, cutting off Sam before he could deny Dean. "Wandel's buddies are looking for someone, or something, to string up, and they're not gonna slow down to listen to reason."
Dean kissed my cheek and tapped my thigh, indicating to get up. I did so and he stood, throwing the ice pack to Bobby. "We better hit the road."
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"So Sam, do you remember anything from when Meg possessed you?" I asked, running my hand through my hair as I leaned against Dean in the passenger seat. "You shouldn't be driving." I told him.
He gave me a small smile and kissed my nose. "I'm fine."
Sam shifted in the back seat uncomfortably. "I was awake for some of it." He said quietly. "Andy?" I lifted my head to look at him and I gave him a small comforting smile. I couldn't believe, as I looked into his eyes, how I couldn't have known straight out that it hadn't been Sam.
"Yeah Sam?"
"I remember what I said to you about…" He rubbed his hands over his face. "God, about the baby and I'm sorry. I was never thinking anything like that. I wouldn't. I care about you and I care about what happens to you. I would never do anything to jeopardize you or your kid." I was so surprised he was being so bold with Dean right in the car. But I guess if he wanted to apologize it was better Dean heard him so he really knew he was sorry.
I glanced at Dean and Dean nodded at me. It was all alright I guess. It hadn't been Sam. And demons used our emotions to lie. That's how they got into you head. So I nodded and leaned back to ruffle Sam's hair. "It wasn't you Sam, you don't need to apologize." I smiled and then it faded when I thought of something. "Do you remember what you said about my dad?" I asked quietly and Sam looked at me confused.
"No, what did I say?"
I shook my head and chuckled nervously. "Never mind, it's stupid. Meg was a lair anyways."
I turned around and leaned back on Dean. He kissed my head and let one hand rest on my thigh, squeezing it every so often. "So Meg is gone right? Gone for good?"
"She should be, unless she escapes again."
"What about Wandel?" Sam asked suddenly. "What about what dad…"
Dean sighed, which seem to cut him off. "Sam, when dad told me I'd have to kill you two," He squeezed my thigh again. "That was only if I couldn't save you. And I swear if it's the last thing I do I'm gonna save you two."
I smiled, kissing his shoulder and Sam nodded, seeming to relax and drop the topic as he leaned back in his seat.
Suddenly Dean started chuckling and I looked up at him confused. "What?"
He looked back at Sam through the rearview mirror. "Dude…you, like, full-on had a girl inside you for a whole week." Dean grinned and I giggled and Sam began to smile. He shrugged and cocked his eyebrows at me. "That's pretty naughty."