Hey, two chapters in one week definitely a result of not being able to sleep. I'm going to be really busy over the next three weeks with my dissertation and moving back to uni where I won't have internet access for at least two weeks but I'll try and get a few chapters up when I can. Anyways, enjoy the chapter =]
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Chapter 12
I took full advantage of the adrenalin coursing through my veins as we crept around the back of the property trying to find a quiet easy way into the house. It was exactly like being a secret agent. Sam tried a kitchen window but had no luck, "locked."
"Suppose it would be too much to ask that the back door is unlocked," Dean said dryly. He was stood leaning against the house next to Sam. I tried the back door but it was locked, Dean had a told you so look upon his face.
With a window and a door locked we were running out of entry points, there were two other windows we could try although with the others being locked I wasn't too optimistic. Dean tried one window whilst Sam tried the other, neither of them opening. "Now what?" I whispered urgently desperately looking around for any kind of answer to our problem. I didn't care how extreme it was so long as we got in although smashing a window would give us away.
Sam grinned, "You're not going to like it." He was probably right but what choices were we left with.
"Try me," I answered trying to put on a brave face in an attempt to keep up with the Winchester's.
"There's a window upstairs that's open, looks like a bathroom window, if we can get you up there then you can let us in downstairs," he was right, I didn't like it not in the slightest.
If there was ever something I despised it was heights, I could easily fall to my death. I'd sooner hug a werewolf than scramble up there. Looking up at the tiny window I realised I had no other choice, "wonderful," I answered Sam with heavy sarcasm.
There was a drainpipe running up the side of the house a short distance away from the window ledge I could use that but then again my climbing skills were crap. We bickered amongst ourselves for a few minutes trying to determine the best method of getting me through the window that was looking smaller and smaller the more I looked at it. My favoured method was to not go at all but they weren't having any of it.
Five minutes later and I was clinging to the drainpipe for dear life with Sam and Dean giving me a leg up, pretty sure I might have accidentally kicked one of them in the face. Damning the Winchester's to hell and back I grabbed hold of the window ledge and managed to find body strength I never knew I possessed to pull my self up and through the tiny window. Success! My sense of accomplishment was short lived though, I still had to quietly creep downstairs and unlock the door which should have a key in it or close to it or so I kept hoping, if it wasn't then things would get a whole knew level of complicated. The last thing I needed was to get stuck inside the house with the Shapeshifter on my own. At least I still had the silver knife that I'd been given if worse comes to worse.
Wearing a rather ridiculous grin I stuck my thumb up at the boys down below and turned my attention to the job at hand. With my dislike of heights conquered for the time being I headed for the stairs, the muscles stiff in my legs from climbing and here was I thinking I was relatively fit.
The landing was dark and narrow and at one point I almost walked into a door, if only I could switch on a light such a shame that would give the game away. From what I could tell the décor was mostly old fashioned, a rather funky oil painting hung at the top of the stairs but it was beyond identifiable in the dark. I mentally scolded myself for admiring the décor, now was not the time to become an interior designer despite how nosy I was. The first step I took on the stairs created an awful creaking sound, I had to hold my breath hoping that the Sheriff wasn't paying attention and was immersed in the idiot box. Nine more steps and two more creaky steps later I was safely downstairs. By now I could hear the distinct sounds of a television and could see the flashes of light it cast underneath what I guessed was the living room door.
I was amazed at how we'd managed to get this far and still remain so quiet, I would have thought that someone would have seen or heard us. For once good fortune was well and truly on our side. Normally, on my own, I never really had much of a problem but the three of us tripled the risk and why not add onto that being wanted it made for super fun times. We were really fighting the tide so to speak.
With haste I made my way to the back door in the kitchen and was ecstatic to see a key in the lock which made scaling the side of a house totally worth it. I was trying not to let it show how much of a thrill the whole thing was as I tried to act the calm experienced hunter I wasn't. "Did you enjoy that?" Sam whispered as he walked past me, holding a gun. It had to be the one he said they had silver bullets for.
"Yeah but I never want to do it again," I smirked knowing full well I probably would end up doing something similar if I continued to hunt, everything just gets stranger and weirder the more I hunt.
"You did well," Sam said sounding more.
"Are you two just going to stand there and a have a chin wag all day?" Dean huffed impatiently from the doorway I'd walked through moments ago. Sam and I exchanged looks and followed Dean now completely serious and silent.
Sam took hold of the living room door handle ready to open it so Dean could burst into the room, Sam would then follow and I would stay in the doorway preventing the Shapeshifter from escaping. Easy.
"Ready?" Sam mouthed. We nodded only to stop mid-nod as the high pitched chime of a doorbell cut through the silence adding to the fear I'd managed to keep bottled up until now. My high from mastering my small climb which I personally classed as being worthy of Everest proportions had worn off leaving only the fear.
"Dammit," I whispered slightly too loud but that didn't matter, I doubt I was heard. Where could we go? Upstairs? Out the back? Another room? It wasn't looking good. Sam and Dean were already high tailing it out of there and I was just stood there confused and scared. I didn't even have a sarcastic remark to make not that it was the time for those.
"Alice!" Sam hissed as he turned back gesturing for me to follow. I was too slow on the uptake; my legs were glued to the floor caused by a mix of exhaustion and fear. Sam's hand closing around mine seemed to spur them into action as her dragged me with him. He'd managed to cross the space between us in several steps and we were now making a run for the back door. All precautions about noise forgotten as our feet slammed onto the tiled kitchen floor that we'd previously crept over carefully.
"It's you!" I heard the bark of the Sheriff as he raced out of his living room, the visitor at his front door long forgotten. Crap. There were probably other more colourful words but crap seemed to some it up quite nicely for now. We leapt over the fence running for our lives, Sam's hand still holding tight to mine. As we ran out from down the side of the house we narrowly missed colliding with the Sheriff who must have made a mad dash for the front door. I wasn't one hundred percent sure but it looked to me like another officer was with him. He was probably the one who had rung the doorbell and foiled our attempt on the Shapeshifters life. I wasn't going to give this much thought; the only thing I should be thinking was run and breathe. We didn't have time to get into the car despite it being straight in front of us so we kept running. Dean was already much further ahead of us. If we didn't hurry we would soon be spending a night locked up.
Racing down the street I realised that the Sheriff would have phoned it in and we'd soon have more cops on our tail than you could shake a stick out. We needed to get back to the car but we couldn't do that when it was in plain view of the Sheriff's house, we just had to hope that he hadn't twigged that it belonged to the Winchester's. He would have a field day if saw the small armoury they had in the boot of their car.
I looked back, praying that I wasn't going to loose my footing in the process, and saw the other officer in full pursuit. We were screwed. At least I wouldn't have to worry about returning to my old life. "Sam, we're being chased," I shouted as I tried to breath at the same time.
"I know, just keep running," he replied. It was easy for him to say he wasn't the one with an almighty stitch in his side or lungs that felt like they were about to explode. I don't think I'd ever run so hard in my life, the soles of my feet were even starting to hurt but I had to run and that was all that mattered. There would be time to catch my breath when I was lying in an uncomfortable bed in a cold cell later on.
We turned another corner and the officer disappeared from sight but so had Dean. "Dean," I said, now clutching my side.
Sam looked back at me worried, "will be fine." Momentarily I thought back to the sewer below the streets where we'd gone looking for the Shapeshifter, I now favoured that to this. "Down here," I followed Sam, still clinging to his hand for dear life. We'd crossed a parking lot and ended up in the entrance to an alley way. I looked back again before we disappeared down the alley, only for my feet to stumble but I managed to stay upright. The officer was still gone from our tail but we could hear sirens in the distance. For now we needed to find somewhere to hide. That didn't mean that we slowed our pace. I continued to follow Sam, scared and lost. The alley way emerged onto a side walk. I felt my pace slowing from exhaustion and my legs protesting. "Alice, come on not much further we just need to get off the road." I knew Sam was right but I was too tired to answer instead I put all my effort into sprinting.
The familiar site of the school we had visited emerged on the opposite side of the street. Thankfully at this time of night there were very few cars about allowing us to cross the road and enter the empty school grounds. Rushing around the buildings we reached a field shaded my trees and slowed down, eventually stopping.
I let go off Sam's hand and dropped to my hands and knees desperate to catch my breath and get some feeling back into my legs. Neither of us spoke for what felt like ages as we both fought to control our breathing, finally I looked up at Sam who was bent over, hands resting on his knees next to me, I smiled wide finding the whole thing utterly ridiculous, "I never want to do that again," I laughed, an odd thing to do all things considering, lets put it down to exhaustion.
Finally able to breath normally and no longer laughing I sat back on my knees and let the gravity of the situation sink in, "I'll call Dean and find out where he is," Sam explained and then took out his phone. It seemed to ring for ages; I hoped that Sam was right when he said that Dean would be fine. "Dean! Where are you?" Sam all but shouted into the handset. I couldn't hear his response but could guess he was in a similar situation to us. I shut out their conversation and concentrated on this knew turn of events. We still hadn't killed the Shapeshifter, honestly, what a tricky bastard.
I laid back on the damp grass and closed my eyes trying to relax a little which wasn't an easy task. Sam ended the call sitting down next to me, "Dean's going to get the car and call us so he can pick us up but he doesn't know how long it will take." I nodded, too tired for words. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
Sitting up I opened my eyes, giving Sam my full attention. His cheeks were flushed from running; he was clearly as exhausted as I was. "Just peachy," I replied making him chuckle, "how about you?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," I nodded now lost for words.
I immersed myself in replaying the events of the last hour in my head, if Sam hadn't forced me to run I would have been toast, I needed to thank him for it. "Thank you, I don't know what happened back there but I know for a fact that if you didn't drag me with you then I'd currently be making a new home in jail."
"Did you expect me to leave you behind?" I blushed, realising that neither Winchester would have left me, although Dean may have been reluctant to rush to my aid knowing I was a useless hunter. "Alice you need to trust me if we're to work together," Sam pulled out that old chestnut again.
I knew he was right, "I told you I trusted you." Sam sighed, I guessed out of frustration, no matter how many times I said it I still couldn't give meaning to my words. The walls I'd built around myself were now almost completely crumbled but they were still there making things difficult. I gazed at Sam allowing myself to forget the chaos that had unfolded around us. For now I felt safe, I'd felt safe the whole time I'd clung to Sam's hand for dear life. That was what my parents wanted for me, to be safe. If being with Sam made me feel safe then there was my answer. I still needed to prove to Sam that I trusted him, "the moment you took my hand I knew I'd be safe, I kept a hold of your hand knowing that you'd do your best to stop any harm coming to me and to you."
Sam's face softened and he took my hand again destroying that last little bit of wall. On the outside I was calm and collected but inside I was nervous wreck with a heart beating a thousand beats a minute. Unaware of what I was doing I scooted closer to Sam and rested my head on his shoulder. I closed my eyes and listened as the sirens faded away, they must have figured that we'd be long gone by now.
"Alice," I heard my name but refused to listen to it, "Alice," there it was again and this time with shaking. I opened my eyes having dozed off on Sam's shoulder, how embarrassing.
I lifted my head up startled at how close I was to Sam, "Yeah?"
"Dean's on his way," Sam stated, I hadn't heard his phone so guess I must have been pretty out of it.
"Oh, right yes," I stumbled over my words as I fought against the need to kiss Sam that had surfaced. I had to get a grip on myself, what a stupid thing to even think about doing. Obviously I wasn't listening to reason and found myself pressing my lips to Sam's. Crap. That totally said everything against what I'd told Sam days earlier and this time there was no alcohol involved.' Get out of that Alice' I told myself. Sam's hand on my cheek seemed to dissolve the longing to escape.
It was hardly a romantic kiss sat in a dark damp field no doubt smelling of sweat and the ground but I wasn't going to complain instead I allowed myself to become totally absorbed in it. My hand clenched around Sam's jacket to steady myself.
We broke apart, still with our foreheads touching, "we need to go and find Dean," Sam said huskily.
"Hmmm," I replied not making effort to move instead I let Sam kiss me again. He was right though, if the cops saw a car hanging around they might get suspicious. I really didn't want to do any more running, not for a long time so I pulled away from Sam.
"Come on," Sam stood up, pulling me up with him not giving me time to collect my thoughts. My legs were like jelly but I managed to plough on back across the field towards the school and the road hand in hand with Sam. It was odd but a nice odd.
Dean was already there when we reached the front of school, I let of Sam's hand wanting to avoid any questions for now, "Hey," Sam said as he opened the door as if we hadn't just been chased by police. We scrambled in and Dean sped off down the street, barely slowing to take corners. I immediately went to staring out at the dark blurry streets through the window.
"What happened to you two?" Dean asked who was constantly looking the rear view mirror checking to see if we were being followed.
I exchanged a look with Sam and smiled, "we lost you and the officer who chasing us," I let Sam explain.
"I didn't," Dean muttered bitterly, guess that solves where the officer disappeared to.
"How'd you lose him?" I was glad Sam asked that, I was curious.
Dean grinned and turned off the main road, "Dean," Sam moaned. I figured that Dean must've hit him over the head or something like that.
"What else was I supposed to do?" I rolled my eyes and let them argue amongst themselves allowing me to reflect on what happened with Sam.