Chapter 5
Sarah had started new work day at Sandover Bridge & Iron, Inc., by walking the halls of the twenty-second floor with her food cart. She worked from office to office eventually getting to room number 2208. After knocking on the door she said, "Excuse me, Mr. Smith, Would you like a fresh salad or sandwich?"
He looked up from the paper he was reading and smiled at her, making her pulse quicken. He got up and walked over to her and said, "How many times do I have to tell you, it's Dean?"
"Right." Sarah said smiling back at him, "Well, what would you like today?"
Dean looked like he was going to say something but he shook it off and turned his attention to the food cart. "Hmm… I was really hankering for a Cesar salad but I don't see one."
Sarah smirked at him and bent over to grab a salad that was hidden on the bottom shelf. "I thought you might want one." She said turning back to him and noticing him avert his eyes quickly from her backside.
"Thanks." Dean said when she handed him the salad.
"Well, I guess, I'll see you tomorrow." Sarah said sweetly then added, "Want anything special tomorrow?"
"Nah." Dean said, watching her begin to push the cart away then he quickly said, "Wait," causing her to stop and turn around.
"Yes?"
"Uh… um… Would you… uh… would you… be willing to bring me another Cesar salad a little later?" Dean finally asked.
Sarah gave him a confused look then said, "Sure…"
Dean quickly added, "I'm trying a new diet of mini meals throughout the day." He gave her a nervous smile.
She smiled back and said, "Sure. I'll bring you one after I'm done with my rounds." And then she left.
About 3 p.m. that day, Sarah walked the halls of the twenty second floor for the second time that day. She was almost to Dean's door when she saw a man run out of his office quickly followed by Dean, who was yelling.
Sarah dropped the bag she was holding and ran after them, stopping only when she saw that the room was the Men's room. Hearing more yelling she quickly entered the room.
"Come on. Ian. Look at me." Dean yelled.
Sarah saw that all the faucets were on and the soap dispensers were running on their own. Then the other man, Ian, turned to Dean and pulled a pencil out of his pocket. He stared at Dean for a moment before stabbing himself in the neck, then collapsed to the floor.
Dean & Sarah rushed over to Ian, Sarah placing her hand on the wound to stop the bleeding. Dean looked up and noticed her for the first time then saw an old man in the mirror. He spun around to see that no one was there.
"No! Dammit stay with me!" Sarah yelled.
"Somebody help me!" Dean yelled.
After Dean finished telling the cops what happened it was Sarah's turn. She told them what happened then had to give them the clothes she was wearing for evidence. Thankfully a secretary on that floor had a dress she could borrow.
When she was done, she went straight to Dean's office and walked right in, to see Dean pulling on a new shirt over his very tanned muscular torso. She stood there unable to move then jumped when someone knocked on the door behind her.
"Come on in." he said then noticed that it wasn't only Sam. "Sarah, I'm sorry, could you give us a few minutes?"
Regaining her composure she said, "No. Not until you tell me what the hell that was back there."
"Fine, sit down and be quiet for a minute. Sam, shut the door." Dean replied.
Sam did what he was asked and turned back to Dean after saying a quick, "Hey, Sarah."
"Who the hell are you?" Dean asked sternly.
"I'm not sure I know." Sam replied.
"What the hell does that mean?"
"I'm Sam Wesson. I started here three weeks ago."
"Alright. You cornered me in the elevator talking about ghosts. And now…" Dean said throwing a weary glance at Sarah.
"Now what?" Sam asked.
Dean paused before saying, "Now nothing. I, uh… so you started working here three weeks ago, huh?"
Sam nodded noticing Sarah nod too.
"Yeah, me too." Dean said.
"Me three." Sarah added.
Dean half smiled at her and opened a sports bottle. He noticed the weird look Sam had towards the cloudy green drink and said, "It's the Master Cleanse. You tried it? Phenomenal. Detoxes you like nobody's business."
Sam then decides to switch gears and asked, "When you two were in that bathroom with Ian, did you see something?"
"I don't know what I saw." Dean said.
"I saw something." Sarah admitted.
"Wait. Are you saying that … did you see a ghost?" Sam asked.
"I was freaking out. The guy penciled his damn neck." Dean replied.
"You did, didn't you? Okay, listen. What if these suicides aren't suicides? I mean, what if they're something not natural?" Sam asked.
"That's interesting." Sarah said.
"So, what, ghosts are real? And they're responsible for all the dead bodies around here? Is that what you two are telling me?" Dean asked quickly.
"I know it sounds crazy. But yes. That's what I'm telling you." Sam said.
"Uh huh. Based on what?" Dean asked skeptically.
Dean and Sarah watched intently as Sam tried to find an answer. After a moment he answered, "Instinct."
Dean looked down at the floor and shook his head before looking back up and saying, "I've got the Same instinct."
"Um… me too." Sarah said softly as she tried to figure out what this might all mean.
"Seriously?" Sam asked looking at Sarah and then at Dean before saying, "You know those dreams I was telling you about? I was dreaming about ghosts."
"Yeah." Dean said looking at Sam a little weird.
"And then it turns out there's a real ghost." Sam continued.
"So you're telling me that your dreams are special visions and you're some kind of psychic?" Dean asked.
"No. I mean, that would be nuts." Sam said uncomfortably, "I'm just saying something weird is definitely going on around here, right? So I've been digging around a little." He then pulled out some papers from his bag. "I think I found a connection between the two guys." He gave the papers to Dean.
After scanning them, Dean said, "You broke into their email accounts?"
"I used some skills that I happen to have to satisfy my curiosity." Sam diverted.
"Nice." Dean affirmed.
Sarah just shook her head at them.
"Yeah. Okay. So it turns out Ian and Paul both got this Same email telling them to report to HR, room 1444." Sam explained.
"HR's on 7." Dean replied.
"Exactly." Sam said relieved.
"Should we go check this out?" Dean asked.
Sam's eyes widened, "Like right now?"
Dean quickly said, "No. No, it's getting late. You're right."
"I'm dying to check this out right now." Sam stated.
"Right?" Dean said excited.
"I'm ready. Let's go!" Sarah said jumping up.
"Whoa… whoa… hold on. How about Sam and I go check it out and you wait here." Dean said to Sarah.
"You can't leave me here! I'm part of this!" Sarah said walking to the door, "You ladies going to join me?"
The three of them approached room 1444 and heard a man yelling inside. They tried to open the door but found that it was locked. Sam quickly pushed Dean and Sarah away from the door and kicked it in.
"Whoa." Dean exclaimed, impressed.
They see that a shelf has fallen on top of a man and hurry over to lift it off of him.
The old man from before appeared behind Dean and flung him and Sarah into a wall. Then he shoved Sam over . His hands stared to spark. Dean jumped up to help.
"Dean!" Sarah yelled and threw a wrench up to him. As soon as Dean had the wrench he swung it through the old man making him disappear.
When the old man was gone Dean and Sam quickly picked the shelf up enough for Sarah to pull the trapped man out.
"How did you know how to do that?" Sam asked Dean.
"I have no idea. You know, Sarah?" Dean asked.
"No clue."
"Let's get out of here." Dean said walking back to the door.
"You okay Sarah?" Sam asked when they had reached the elevator.
Dean looked up and saw she was holding her right arm. He reached out and gently grabbed her arm to examine it.
"I'm fine." Sarah said giving Dean an odd look. "Just bumped it when I flew into the wall. I'll live."
Dean continued to massage her arm until they were off the elevator on his floor.
~At Dean's apartment~
Sarah and Sam were leaning on Dean's couch watching Dean pace in front of them.
"Holy crap!" Dean exclaimed.
"Yeah. I could use a beer." Sam said.
"Beer?" Sarah asked jumping up from her daze and knocking into Dean as he was passing her. Dean caught her before she fell but couldn't help from spilling his Master Cleanse all over her. "Oh! I'm sorry!"
Dean just stared at her for a moment in a daze, "Um… uh… I'll get you a towel." He said releasing her and walking down the hall.
"Do you have a washer?" Sarah asked startling Dean.
"Yeah…"
"Great! Could I wash this dress? I kinda need to return it tomorrow to your secretary and I don't think she'd appreciate it if it was stained and smelled of wheat grass." Sarah explained taking the towel he offered her.
"Why did you borrow her dress?" he asked confused as he noticed for the first time her change in clothes from earlier that day.
"Because my clothes were covered in blood. You're memory always this bad, D?"
"Yeah, well, washer's in there." Dean said pointing to the room across the hall.
"Um… do you have something to put on? Or do you want me to walk around in your towel?" Sarah said playfully.
"I… uh…" Dean stammered before walking over to his dresser and pulling out a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt. "Here," he said a little nervous.
"Thanks D!" Sarah said taking the clothes and starting to unbutton the front of the dress as she walked past him into the master bath room. She took her time cleaning herself off and after she put the dress in the washer, she rejoined the boys.
"Alright, so, what do we do now?" Sam asked Dean.
"We do what I do best, Sammy. Research." Dean said then looked up and saw Sarah walking in wearing his clothes. His breath caught as he drank in that sight.
"Okay. Did you just call me Sammy" Sam asked.
Dean snapped out of his gaze an said, "Did I?"
"I think you did. Yeah. Don't." Sam said causing Sarah to chuckle.
"Sorry." Dean apologized.
The spent the next few hours trying to figure out what to do next. Dean found a website that gave tips on how to take care of ghosts. They geared up, made a quick stop at Sarah's apartment, so she could get into more appropriate clothing. Then high-tailed it back to Sandover's.
"So all we have to do is find some of Sandover's DNA? Great. That sounds like finding a needle in a haystack?" Sarah mumbled as they got into the elevator.
"Set your cell phones to walkie-talkie in case we get separated." Dean said pulling out his phone.
"How the hell are we gonna find some ancient speck of DNA in a skyscraper?" Sam asked.
"Well, that creepy storeroom used to be Sandover's office, right?" Dean stated pressing the button for floor 14.
Once in the room they separated taking different places to search. Sam started searching the old desk, Dean and Sarah started searching behind the shelving unit. After a few minutes of searching Sarah was startled when she heard, "What the hell are you doing here?"
Dean quickly grabbed Sarah and pulled her down to the floor, so they were out of sight and motioned for her to be quiet. She stared at his lips, which were just a few inches from her own. His arm securely holding her next to him.
"Nothing. I just…" Sam tried explaining.
"Come with me." The guard demanded grabbing Sam's arm and leading him from the room.
Dean held her down until the door was closed again.
"Oh, thank God." Sarah exclaimed closing the distance and hugging Dean. He startled then slowly wrapped his arms around her awkwardly. She pushed back and saw his surprised expression. "Sorry." Sarah said getting up. "Let's keep looking."
After a moment, Dean stood up and walked over to the other side of the room and inspected the desk. "I think I've got something!" Dean said after a few minutes.
Sarah got to him as he pulled out his cellphone and buzzed Sam, "Hey. You okay?"
After a moment, Sam replied, "Call you back."
"He didn't sound good." Sarah said.
"Yeah. Well come on, let's get this ghost." Dean said moving to the door.
Out in the hall, Sam buzzed them. "Dean, Sarah, you there?"
"Yeah, listen, I think I got it. Meet me on twenty-two." Dean told Sam.
"Okay, yeah. Just take the stairs." Sam warned.
Eight flights later…
"Okay… I think I'm gonna keel over. Why the hell did we have to go up eight flights of stairs?" Sarah asked between breaths.
"I don't know." Dean muttered as they made their way to the memorial display. "But it was some good cardio."
Sarah just rolled her eyes at Dean then Sam joined them.
"Whoa. That's a lot of blood." Dean said seeing that Sam's head and shirt were covered in it.
"Oh my! Sam! Are you okay?" Sarah exclaimed walking over and inspecting Sam.
"Yeah. I'm fine." Sam said awkwardly.
"Right. So, uh, in there." Dean said with a little bit of attitude that Sarah was fussing over Sam. He pointed to a pair of old gloves in the display case.
"P.T. Sandover's gloves." Sam stated.
"Yeah, how much you wanna bet there's a little smidge of DNA in there? You know, like a fingernail clipping or a hair or two? Something." Dean asked.
"So you ready?" Sam asked.
"I have no idea." Dean answered then looked at Sarah.
"No clue." Sarah said then looked at Sam.
"Me either." Sam answered kneeling down and getting the fire pokers and salt out of the bag they brought from Dean's apartment. He handed Dean a fire poker and gave Sarah the salt.
"Go for it." Sam said to Dean.
"Right." Dean said before smashing the glass.
As soon as the glass was broken the temperature in the room dropped 50 degrees.
"Guys?" Sarah said noticing her own breath.
Sandover appeared behind Dean and flung him into the wall. Then he appeared behind Sam and flung him into the other wall. Sarah searched the room for Sandover but he appeared behind her and flung her into the display wall. And he did it all within a blink of an eye.
Sandover then approached Sam, his fingers sparkling.
"Sam!" Sarah yelled throwing the salt at Sandover causing him to disappear.
"Oh. Nice!" Dean yelled getting up.
Sandover appeared behind Dean.
"Dean!" Sam yelled throwing him a fire poker. Dean caught it and swung at the ghost. It disappeard instantly.
"Nice catch." Sam exclaimed.
"Right?" Dean asked excited.
Sam got up and Dean helped Sarah up. Sam grabbed the other fire poker. Dean and Sam then started swinging at the ghost every time it appeared. Sarah tried to get to the gloves but was thrown into another wall. Then the ghost took the boys by surprise and flung both of them into different walls. Dean landed down the small hallway.
The ghost appeared down by Dean, his fingers sparkling.
"Sam!" Sarah yelled grabbing the gloves and throwing them to him and his waiting lighter.
Moments later the ghost caught fire and burned into nothing. Sam dropped the burning gloves onto the floor.
"That was amazing!" Sam exclaimed.
"Right? Right?" Dean asked excitedly rejoining Sam and Sarah.
"This is great and all but could we maybe go somewhere that's not spinning?" Sarah said wearily.
Sarah was returning from the women's restroom after cleaning herself up and heard the boys talking. She wasn't sure but something told her not to enter the room. She just stood there listening to them.
"Remember those dreams I told you about with the ghosts?" Sam asked.
"Yeah?"
"I was fighting them."
"Okay." Dean said a little leery.
"With you. You and Sarah. We were these, like, hunters, and we were friends. More like family really. I mean, what if that's who we really are? You saw us back there. Working together. The ghost was scrambling brains. What if it scrambled ours?" Sam asked.
"That's insane."
"Is it? Think about it for just one second. What if we think this is our life, but it's not?"
"The ghost is dead and we're still standing. I mean, I'm sorry, but…"
"Look, all I know is this isn't who we're supposed to be." Sam said cutting Dean off.
"No. I'm Dean Smith, okay? Director of Sales and Marketing. I went to Stanford. My father's name is Bob, my mother's name is Ellen and my sister's name is Jo."
"When was the last time you talked to them? To any of them?" Sam asked aggressively.
"Okay, you're upset. You're upset, confused…"
"Yeah, cause, I only moved here 'cause I just broke up with my fiancée, Madison. But I called her number and I got a damn animal hospital!"
Sarah's eyes widened as she thought over the last few weeks. She had trying to call her parents but somehow got a cemetery instead. At the time she brushed it off, knowing that her parents have been known to change their number do to their hunting life style, but now…
"Okay. What are you saying? Are you trying to say that my family isn't real? Huh? That we've been injected with fake memories? Come on." Dean said skeptically.
"All I know is, I got this feeling in my gut. And I know. I know that deep down, you gotta be feeling it too. We're supposed to be something else. You're not just some corporate douchebag. This isn't you. I know you."
"Know me? You don't know me, pal. You should go." Dean stated.
Sam left, walking right past Sarah and not even noticing her. Sarah stood there a moment before walking into Dean's office.
"I'm sorry. I think I need to be alone right now. Could you go please?" Dean said using his executive voice and clearly upset.
Sarah just walked over to Dean and lead him to sit on the desk.
"Sarah, I'm really not in the mood for company." Dean said again.
"Oh, stop acting like a baby. I'm just going to take care of that nasty gash on your forehead." Sarah said looking through the first aid kit, Dean had out on his desk. She took an alcohol swab and started to clean the wound.
"Ow!" Dean growled, jerking away.
"Oh, you big baby. Come here." She said pulling his head closer and blowing on the wound. "Better?"
Dean just looked up at her. She grabbed some antibiotic gel and a bandage then applied them to the gash. When she was done she kissed it softly.
"There, all done." She told him backing away. He grabbed her and held her so she couldn't move away. He then closed the gap and kissed her. Releasing her arms he wrapped an arm around her waist and worked his other hand into her hair, holding her close as he could.
After a few intense minutes of kissing, Sarah pulled away.
"Wait a minute. Let's slow down here." She said trying to catch her breath. Dean looked as if he were lost in a trance. "I'm sorry. I should probably go now." Sarah said moving away from him.
"Wait. Did I do something to upset you? Did I go too far? I can dial it back." Dean said reaching for her.
"No. You were fine… I just… I just… I just need to go." Sarah said lost in thought.
"Why?"
"It's crazy. Everything is just so confusing and crazy."
"I agree. Hunting ghosts was never something I thought I'd be doing but…"
"Not just that, Dean."
"Then what?"
"Dean, I feel like I've known you most of my life. I knew I loved you from the very first time I saw you. I feel closer to you than anyone I've ever known. Don't you think that's a little weird? Especially since before tonight we've only spoken a handful of times."
Dean just looked at her and said, "Stranger things have happened, but I know that I feel the Same way." Then moved in to try and kiss her again.
Sarah moved away from him again. "Then how about this? Even though I feel this love and desire to be with you, I also feel this need to run away from you. Like I feel ashamed about something. I'm just so confused."
Dean walked over to her and caressed her face. "There is nothing to be ashamed of, Cakes. I understand how you feel. I somehow feel like I could tell you anything and you'd stand by me no matter what. But I also feel that I if I let you walk out that door, that I might never see you again and that just can't happen." Dean said pulling her into a hug. "How about we go back to my place and get some sleep. And I mean sleep. And see what we think tomorrow."
Sarah lifted her head from his shoulder and said, "Sure," through falling tears.
The next day, Dean escorted Sarah to the bakery she worked at, making her promise to come eat lunch with him after her rounds.
He was trying to get as much work as he could done before then, when his boss walked in.
"How are you feeling, Dean?" Mr. Adler asked.
"Uh. Great." Dean answered.
"You look a little tired. Been working, hard, I gather."
"Yeah."
"Ah, don't be modest. I hear everything. And I'm pleased with what I'm hearing." He said sitting in one of the chairs in front of Dean's desk. He grabbed a pen and piece of paper and started to write a number on it. "That's why it's important to me that you're happy." He passed Dean the paper. "How's that for a bonus?"
Dean looked at the paper then said, "That's very generous."
"Purely selfish. Wanna make sure you're not going anywhere."
"Wow. Are you sure?"
"Positive. You are Sandover material, son. Real go-getter. Carving your own way."
"Well, thanks. I try."
"I see big things in your future. Maybe even senior VP, Eastern Great Lakes Division. Don't get me wrong, you'll have to work for it. Seven days a week, lunch at your desk, but in eight to ten short years, that could be you."
Dean took off the headset he was wearing and said, "Well, uh, thank you. Thank you, sir. It's um… but…", as he thought of Sarah then he added, "I am giving my notice."
"This is a joke. You're kidding me, right?"
"No. I've – recently … very recently realized that I have some other work I have to do. It's, uh, very important to me."
"Other work? Another company?"
"No, I … it's hard to explain. Um. It's just that this- this is- it's not who I'm supposed to be." Dean explained. Mr. Adler started grinning. "What?" Dean asked.
"Dean, Dean, Dean. Finally." Adler said standing up and pressing two fingers to Deans forehead. Dean looked around at the office and what he was wearing, as if waking up from a dream.
"The hell? Why am I wearing a tie? My God, am I hungry." Dean growled.
Adler laughed. "Welcome back."
Dean stood up. "Wait. Did I – did I just get touched by… you're an angel, aren't you?"
"I'm Zachariah."
"Oh great. That's all I need is another one of you guys."
"I'm hardly another one, Dean. I'm Cas's superior. Believe me, I had no interest in popping down here into one of these smelly things." Zachariah said indicating his meat-suit. "But after the unfortunate situation with Uriel, I felt it necessary to pay a visit. Get my ducks in a row."
"I'm am not one of your ducks."
"Starting with your attitude."
"Oh, so what? This was all some sort of a lesson? Is that what you're telling me? Wow. Very creative."
"You should see my decoupage."
"Gross. No thank you. So, what? I'm just hallucinating all this? Is that it?"
"Not at all. Real place, real hunting. Just plucked you in the middle without the benefit of your memories."
"Just to shake things up? Hm? So you guys can have fun watching us run around like ass clowns in monkey suits?"
"To prove to you that the path you're on is truly in your blood. You're a hunter. Not because your dad made you, not because God called you back from hell, but because it is what you are. And you love it. You find your way to it in the dark every single time and you're miserable without it. Dean, let's be real here. You're good at this. You'll be successful. You will stop it."
"Stop what? The apocalypse, huh? Lucifer? What? Be specific, man. And what does Sarah have to do with all this? She's not mixed up in this mess."
"Sarah…" Zachariah said smirking, "Sarah's got her part to play in this. It's her destiny as well as yours. You'll do everything you're destined to do and she will do everything she's destined also. All of it. But I know, I know. You're not strong enough. You're scared. You got daddy issues. You can't do it. Right?"
"Angel or not, I will stab you in your face." Dean said angrily.
"All I'm saying is it's how you look at it. Most folks live and die without moving more than the dirt it takes to bury them. You get to change things." Dean turned away from Zachariah. "Save people, maybe even the world. All the while you drive a classic car and fornicate with women. This isn't a curse. It's a gift. So for God's sakes, Dean, quit whining about it. Look around. There are plenty of fates worse than yours. So are you with me? You wanna go steam yourself another latte? Or are you ready to stand up and be who you really are?"
Dean turned back around but Zachariah was gone.
Sarah was just about done with her food delivery route, saving the last stop for Dean.
"Excuse me, Mr. Adler." She said after knocking on his office door. "Would you like anything from the food cart today?"
He looked up from the paper he was reading and said, "Ah, Ms. Brown, come in, I was hoping to have a little chat with you." He motioned for her to come in. "And please, shut the door."
She did what she was asked, with a very nervous feeling building in her stomach.
"Please have a seat." Sarah sat down then waited for him to speak. "How are you today? You look a little tired." He asked.
"I … I'm fine." Sarah said slowly. "I just had a late night, last night."
"A late night with Dean Smith, right?" Mr. Adler said with a smirk.
Sarah shifted in her seat, "Um… What does that have to do with anything?"
"It just proves the point, that you will always end up with him." Mr. Adler said still smirking but walking around the desk and sitting on the seat next to Sarah.
"I'm sorry? I think you're confused, I only met Dean three weeks ago."
"But deep down it feels like you've known him much longer. Am I right?"
"I, uh, I think I should get back to my route." Sarah said standing up.
"Sit back down." Mr. Adler said. Sarah sat down unwillingly. Like some unseen force was making her. "We're not done."
"But I have food to deliver and … and… I don't want anyone to go hungry…" Sarah said trying to control how scared she was.
"I know Dean's the only one left on your route, but, trust me, he isn't there."
"What?"
"Oh, yeah, he up and quit about an hour ago. But don't worry you'll see him again."
"Alright, cut the crap, where is Dean. What have you done to him? Who are you?" Sarah snapped struggling against her hidden bonds.
Mr. Adler laughed then pressed two fingers to her forehead. Sarah looked around her surroundings with reawakened eyes. "Allow me to introduce myself." He said standing up, "My name is Zachariah and I am an angel of the Lord."
"An angel? You put me through this… what… this game?" Sarah sputtered.
"Oh, not a game, sweetie, but a lesson."
"A lesson in what?"
"Well for Dean it was for his attitude, but for you it was to show you your place."
"Oh yeah and where is that?" Sarah spat.
"Well with Dean of course."
"Ha! Very funny! I think you're a little late on that boat. I will not stay with him, not after…" Sarah retorted.
"After what? Oh, your little one? Well that was unfortunate. You see, you and Dean weren't supposed to have a child that early." Zachariah admitted causing Sarah's head to snap up and look at him. "Yes, very unfortunate what happened. You know that baby was actually a seal? Those demons didn't even realize it when they had you."
"What?"
"But let's focus on the future. Everyone has their parts to play in the apocalypse. Dean, Sam, and even you."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't lie. It's unbecoming. You know your place. Your destiny is with Dean. You've always known that. And this little example, shows that you find your way to him every time. No matter what. So do me a favor and stop fighting it."
Sarah stared at him for a moment then said very gruffly, "No."
"Come again?"
"I said, No. I won't do you a favor. I won't stay with Dean. You can take your destiny and shove it up your ass. Now. Let. Me. Go."
"Spunky. You definitely are very spunky. I like that in a human. Now with all seriousness…"
"With all seriousness, you either let me go or I swear I'll kick your ass straight back to where you came from." Sarah spat.
"Funny. Very funny, but I warn you, don't test my patience. I could smote you in a horrible agonizing death and then the next minute bring you back to life for another." Zachariah said getting angry, "So we do this one of two ways, you either go back to Dean on your own…"
"Or…"
"Or I make you."
"How?"
"Oh by making a few alterations right up here." He said pointing to her head, "Free will really is over rated."
Sarah's eyes widened. "You wouldn't."
"Oh, I would but to show how nice I am, I'll let you go and decide for yourself." He said then snapped his fingers releasing her restraints. "But, understand this, if you run, we will find you. And when we do, let's just say, you won't have a choice in anything that ever happens ever again. And if you thought what those demons did to you was painful, let me tell you it will be so much worse from me." He said, then slowly made a fist with his right hand. Sarah doubled over in pain, coughing up blood and falling to her knees. "This is your only warning." He said and then instantly he was gone and the pain she felt was receding.
"Sarah?!" Dean yelled through the door. He tried the handle but it was locked. He pounded on the window beside the door but she didn't move. Moving quickly he kicked the door in and ran over to her, falling to his knees. "Sarah? Look at me. Are you okay?" he asked placing both hands on her face and examining her.
"Dean? Is it you?" She asked before fainting into him.
"Dammit!" he growled picking her up and carrying her to the elevator.
Once inside she suddenly woke up. "Put me down." She said indignantly.
"Are you okay? What happened to you?" Dean asked as he put her down but kept a firm hold on her arm.
Sarah looked at it distastefully and said, "I'll live."
A few people got on at that point, so Dean and Sarah stayed quiet until they were downstairs looking for Sam.
"Where the hell is he? And what did that dick do with my baby?" Dean growled exasperated.
They looked up and down the street finally spotting Sam standing by the impala. Dean pulled Sarah over to Sam.
"Dude, what the hell happened?" Sam asked. "One minute I'm working a lousy tech job thinking I'm one person then the next I'm back to me."
"Angels." Dean stated opening the backdoor for Sarah. "Let's get out of here." He said getting in the front seat.