Chapter 7
A day later they pulled up to a motel a couple of states over from where they had met Chuck.
"Two rooms." Dean said, much to the surprise of Sarah, "With an adjourning door, please."
The clerk gave Dean two keys and Dean lead Sarah back out to the impala.
"Dean? Are you feeling well?" Sarah asked.
Dean ignored her question and grabbed both of their bags. "Here, Sam." Dean said handing over one of the keys. "You take one room and get rested. I think it's time for Sarah and I to have a talk."
"Okay." Sam said with a confused look on his face, then walked over to his room.
"Dean…" Sarah started as he led her to the other room.
"No excuses this time. Me and you are going to sit down and talk." Dean said setting their bags on one of the beds and looking over the rest of the room, memorizing everything.
"Fine but we're not having sex." Sarah said watching Deans head snap up. "That'll be a you know, end of the world, one of us dying sorta thing."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Alright, ha ha. That's not what I meant by talking."
"Okay." Sarah said sitting at the table. "Shoot."
Dean looked at her for a moment then, "That's it? No fight?"
"Just ask your damn questions, Dean."
Dean took the other seat at the table. "Alright. What happened to you at Chucks? Why did you freak out?"
"I already told you. I thought I saw something."
"Bull. You started acting weird before that."
"Like how?"
"Like after Cas got there, you were practically glued to my back." Dean retorted. Sarah looked down not wanting to say anything. "What? Is it Cas? Is it because he's an angel?" Sarah suddenly got up and started toward the bathroom. Dean quickly headed her off. "Tell me." Dean said holding her in front of him.
"Why?"
"Well for one, if you have a problem with angels, I kinda need to know. They have a tendency of popping up where you least expect them."
Sarah stared at Dean for a moment before sighing and saying, "I'll be fine. Their just new and powerful and not very nice. They kinda freak me out."
"Is that the truth?" Dean asked unbelievingly.
"Yeah. Are we done now?" Sarah asked trying to pull out of Dean's grasp.
"Tell me. Why did you decide to hunt with us again? Before that thing in Ohio you wanted nothing to do with us. With me. You even went so far to wish that you'd never met me. So why did you all of a sudden decide to stay? It's obvious that you don't want to be with me. So what is really keeping you here?" Dean said gripping her arms a little tighter.
"Let go of me." Sarah said trying to free her arms. She freed her right arm and swung at him. He deflected it not noticing her left leg gear up to kick. She kicked him in the shin and pushed him back enough to free her other arm. She then launched an angry attack on him. Tears of anger and frustration filling her eyes. He managed to deflect all of her punches and kicks, never once trying to retaliate. He waited for his opening to push her against the wall, holding her arms behind her back.
"Tell me."
"There's nothing to tell jackass! Get off of me!"
"No, not until you tell me the truth. Why are you with us?" Dean growled pushing harder on her. "Tell me or I tie your ass up and leave you." He added coldly.
"You wouldn't." She gasped both shocked and frightened.
"Try me. Now tell me why."
"Because…"
"Because of what?"
"Because I have to."
"Come on." Dean said not believing her.
"I have to or I will die."
"What?"
"There's… some things out there that want me dead. They won't attack while I'm with you two. I either stay with you or just wait for them to come."
"What? You didn't do a demon deal did you?" Dean said concerned.
"No. No demon deal. I just pissed off a lot of different things." Sarah said hoping her lie would work. She didn't want to think about what would happen if she told the truth and pissed off the angels.
"So none of this has anything to do with the angels?"
"What? Why would you think that?" Sarah asked, her voice wavering.
"Then why do you act all weird when their around?" Dean asked.
"How did you react the first few times you saw the angels? They are more powerful than demons, for goodness sake!"
"You're right. I'm sorry." Dean said letting out the breath he had been holding. "It's just been so weird lately. I'm sorry, cakes.' Dean said placing his forehead on hers. "What can I do to make it up to you?"
"Well you could… let me go…" She whispered.
Dean moved in to kiss her then backed away and released his grip on her arms. "I'm sorry." He mumbled and walked back to the bed with his bag. "There's something else I need to say." He said not turning around.
"What?" Sarah asked softly.
Dean continued to stand there a moment before sighing and saying, "I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?" Sarah asked confused.
Dean turned around to look at her. "I'm sorry about the baby." Sarah instantly looked away from him, trying to hide her pain. "I should have been there for you. I should have protected you."
"Dean. Don't." Sarah warned.
"I just want you to know that if things had worked out differently and the demons hadn't attacked you…" Dean said searching for the right words. "What, I'm trying to say is that I'd have been happy raising that kid with you." Sarah looked up at him again, surprised. Dean then grabbed his bag and walked to the adjourning door. "You can have this room. Get some rest." Then he left.
Sarah sat down on the edge of the closest bed and let the tears she had been holding back, fall. Suddenly there was a slow clap coming from the other side of the room. Sarah looked up to see Zachariah sitting at the table, smiling.
"That was a great performance, Sunshine. In another life you might have been a great actress." Zachariah chided.
"What are you doing here?"
"Just checking up on my investments. You did a good job talking Dean down. He really has a weakness for you." He said laughing.
"Well I'm here. I didn't run. What more do you want from me?" Sarah asked angrily.
"You watch your tone with me. I'm here because it's not enough for you to just travel with Sam and Dean. You have to show them that you want to be here."
"But I don't."
"I could fix that." He said coldly. "But I feel like being generous. I will give you one more chance. Show Dean you still care or I will be back."
And in a blink, he was gone.
-A few days later-
They had been traveling for days looking for a job. After almost 24 hours of almost continuous driving Dean parked the impala near a lake and the three of them spent the remainder of the night sleeping there.
The next morning, Sam woke up from his spot in the back seat and quietly exited the impala. He started to brush his teeth and saw Dean leaning against the door, with his legs stretched out on the seat. He also saw Sarah curled up next to Dean, her head resting on his chest with his arms wrapped around her protectively. Sam quickly took out his phone and snapped a picture of them, smiling to himself.
A moment later, Dean woke and tried to slip out from under Sarah without waking her. He ended up dumping himself on the ground outside the impala and waking her up. "Sorry." He said as she sat up disoriented.
"Hey. How'd you sleep?" Sam asked with a smirk.
"How do you think? I'm starving. Let's get breakfast." Dean said crankily.
"Where? We're like two hours from anything." Sam reasoned.
"But I'm hungry now." Dean whined.
"Geez, you sound like a two year old when you're hungry." Sarah stated joining them while trying to brush her hair.
Dean gave her a glare but Sam chuckled and said, "There's probably still a sandwich in the backseat."
Dean walked to the backseat door and reached in through the open window retrieving the bag. He opened it and sniffed, "It's tuna." He complained throwing it back in the car.
Just then they heard one of the phones start to ring. Dean leaned in through the open passenger window and opened the glove box. After rummaging around he located the ringing phone.
"Isn't that Dad's phone?" Sam asked.
Dean flipped open the phone, "Hello?"
"Uh, is this John?" the caller asked.
"He can't come to the phone. Can I help you?" Dean asked.
"No. No. No. – I really – I need to talk to John. This is Adam Milligan. He knows me."
"Well, sorry to be the one to break this to you, pal, but John died more than two years ago." Dean stated flatly. He heard a shocked sound. "Who is this?"
"I'm his son." Adam said.
Dean stared at Sam nearly dropping the phone. He managed to pull himself together to find where Adam was and set up a time to meet.
"Dean… Did he really just say…" Sam started to ask but Dean grunted, "Everyone in the car."