Chapter 8
A couple hours later they drove into a town called, Windom. The town they were meeting Adam in. Dean circled the block, checking out the restaurant they were to meet at. On the way back around, Dean pulled over a few blocks away.
"Okay, Sarah. You go scope it out. Sam and I will be there shortly." Dean instructed.
"Dean… Are you…" Sarah tried to ask.
"Get a good vantage point. Be ready for anything." Dean said cutting her off, staring out at the street.
Sighing, Sarah got out of the car and walked into the restaurant. Once inside she picked a booth in the corner, so she could see the whole place. The waitress came over.
"Hi. Welcome to Cousin Oliver's. Can I get you something to drink?" the waitress asked.
"I'll have the strongest coffee you've got. And, um… the special." Sarah said after glancing down at the menu.
The waitress smiled then walked over to the kitchen to put in her order before returning to Sarah with her coffee.
Sam and Dean walked in a few minutes later and sat down at a table in the opposite corner. She watched as Dean rudely dismissed the waitress, then set about changing the water in one of the glasses with what she suspected was holy water. He then changed the silverware with silver plated ones.
After another few minutes, Sarah had watched as both brothers grew more and more tense. Sam even waved John's journal around before putting it away.
"Sam, remember to breathe." Sarah texted him.
She saw Sam look at his phone before looking up at her smirking. He then said something to Dean that just made him more upset.
Just then a young man walked in, looking around.
"Adam?" Sam called out.
The young man looked over and walked to them. A few minutes later, Dean got up angrily and stormed out followed by Sam and Adam. Sarah quickly dug out some cash and threw it on the table. She ran outside, just in time to see both the impala and Adams truck drive away.
"Oh come on!" Sarah growled. She pulled her phone out of her pocket forcefully. So forcefully she dropped it, making it smash to pieces. "Dammit!"
Sarah walked up to the two story house, and rang the doorbell. A minute later, Adam opened the door.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
"You could point me in the direction of Sam and Dean." Sarah said pushing past him.
"Wait… Who are you?"
"I bet the boys forgot to mention me. I'm Sarah, their friend… well sometimes… You know when they don't drive off without me. Now where are they?" Sarah demanded. Adam's eyes widened at her growing anger and pointed to the stairs. Sarah hurried up the stairs and walked into a room with a mattress thrown to the side.
"You boys missing something?" Sarah asked making the boys notice her.
"We tried calling." Dean said over his shoulder, still obviously upset.
"You see that would have worked if my phone hadn't smashed." Sarah said showing her broken phone to Sam. "Is it just me or do you not care that you left me behind?" she asked Dean.
"We're a little busy here, Sarah. One of us has to go into that duct and look around." Dean said then raised his fist looking to Sam. Sam sighed and raised his fist. Dean then looked to Sarah waiting for her to join.
"Oh no. You've got to be joking! I'm not going to get in there! No. I just had to walk five miles to get here!" They just stared at her not impressed. "Oh come on! I won't even fit in there!"
"Yeah, like Sam and I really fit either."
"You two might have broad shoulders but I have big boobs and a big butt."
Dean just looked her up and down before stating, "Quit whining."
Sarah rolled her eyes and held up her fist. Then the three of them played Rock, Paper, Scissors to choose who would crawl into the duct.
Sarah & Sam chose rock while Dean chose scissors. Sarah and Sam smirked as Dean waved his arms in frustration.
"Every time." Dean muttered.
Once Dean was in the duct and out of hearing distance, Sam approached Sarah.
"I'm sorry about the diner. All of this is just not sitting well with Dean." Sam said as he looked at the picture of John with Adam and his mom.
"I can see that." Sarah stated. "Thanks for apologizing." She added, smiling a little.
After Dean found parts of Adam's mother, the three of them left Adam to call the police. The went and got a room at a nearby motel. There the boys filled Sarah in on what had happened. That Adam was really their brother.
After that, Dean set about cleaning his guns on one of the beds and Sam sat researching on the other. Sarah sat next to Sam reading through a stack of books trying to find something useful. Making herself comfortable next to Sam, she laid her head on his shoulder.
Sam looked down at her then up to see Dean glaring at him. Just then someone knocked on the door. Sam shot up to answer it, knocking Sarah over.
Sam opened the door and Adam blew in saying, "Who the hell are you?"
"Adam, hey." Sam said trying to calm him down. Dean threw a cloth over his shot gun as Sam said, "Take it easy."
"No, don't tell me to take it easy, okay? My house is a crime scene, my mom's probably dead, and you three – well, you tell me to call the cops, but you got to bail before they show? So, who are you really?" Adam yelled. "Cops didn't know where to look for my mom, Dean, but you did. And I heard you talking earlier… something about grave robberies." Adam spotted the shot gun then added, "You're not mechanics. I just want to know what's going on." After no one answered Adam added, "Please."
"We're hunters." Sam stated.
"Sammy!" Dean growled.
"He deserves to know, Dean." Sam added.
"What do you mean, 'hunters'?" Adam asked.
Sarah decided it would be best to leave the brothers alone for a bit. So grabbing her research, she quietly headed outside to sit in the backseat of the impala.
A while later, Sarah heard Dean and Sam raise their voices then a moment later Dean stormed outside. He walked over to the impala and got in.
"Sarah, out." Dean grunted.
"No. I was here first." Sarah retorted.
"Leave. I need to be alone."
"Well you can be alone with me." Sarah said, reaching over the seat to turn on the radio.
Dean shut it off and growled, "Seriously. Get. Out."
"Make me," Sarah said back staring daggers at Dean through the rearview mirror.
Dean sighed and pulled out of the parking lot. After a few minutes of silence, Dean pulled over and just stared at the steering wheel.
Sarah watched as his knuckles turned white from the grip he had on the wheel. Slowly, she climbed over into the front seat and scooted next to him. She then began to pry his fingers off the steering wheel. Once they were free she held them both in her hands, placing small kisses on them.
"Dean… talk to me… what are you thinking?" Sarah asked as she moved one of her hands to rub his neck. He stayed quietly staring at the steering wheel. Sarah continued to rub his neck and placed a light kiss on his temple.
"Why?" Dean whispered.
"Why what?"
"Why did he have to keep this from me? Why did Adam get to have the normal life?"
"I don't think we'll ever fully know. But I bet you can figure out part of it."
Dean looked over at Sarah and nodded his head slowly before placing his forehead on hers. "I don't know what to do anymore." He admitted.
Sarah placed her hand under his chin and made him look up at her. "Yes you do. We will do what we always do. Save people. Hunt things. That's not changed." Then she kissed his forehead. "Now let's go hunt us a monster."
Sarah and Dean met with the Cemetery director after changing into their FBI clothes.
"This tomb was built in 1926. Four generations of the Millsap family were interred here." The Cemetery director said.
"They don't build 'em like this anymore." Dean said looking around.
"Tell me, Agents Nugent and Grange, have you thought about where you might like to spend eternity?"
Dean hesitated, staring off into space then said, "All the damn time."
They both looked around the tomb. "So, three bodies went missing. Any idea who did it?" Dean asked.
"Hooligans. Sick, deranged hooligans." The director said.
"Dean." Sarah said pointing at something that had spilled on the floor.
Dean touched it and smelled it then recoiled. "This isn't blood. What is it?"
"No, it's embalming fluid. Whoever committed this crime didn't just take the corpses. They opened them up." The director said.
Once done at the cemetery, the two traveled to the local bar and talked to the wife of the missing man. There they found out that John knew the missing man and had helped him discover the bodies about 20 years earlier.
Pulling back into the parking lot of the motel they saw Sam being dragged underneath Adam's truck. Dean quickly pulled to a stop and jumped out to help pull Sam to safety. Sarah joined them and it took all three of them to get Sam released from its hold.
As soon as Sam was out from under the truck Dean quickly picked up Sam's shotgun and fired at the intruder. Sarah then got up and hopped into the truck moving it enough to reveal an open man hole cover. Dean approached the manhole keeping his aim trained on the hole.
He saw blood on the edge then got up and walked back to the group.
"I winged it. Did you see anything?" Dean asked.
"I didn't get a good look." Sam admitted.
"What the hell is this thing?" Dean asked.
"Should we go after it?" Adam asked frightened.
"No. No. In that maze? That thing's long gone." Dean stated.
"Alright, so, we don't know what it is, but we do know who its going after. Joe Barton, Adam's mother." Sam said.
"Adam. It was under his truck, just waiting for him." Dean finished.
"It set a trap, and I walked right into it." Sam said very down.
"Sam…" Sarah said putting her hand on his shoulder reassuringly.
"Doesn't matter. You're right… there's a pattern. Jo Barton was a cop. I'm pretty sure he helped out Dad. So we've got him, Dad's girl, and his son." Dean summated.
"All the people Dad knew in town." Sam stated.
"At least we know why it's back." Dean added.
"It wants revenge." Adam stated.
The four of them traveled back to Adam's house.
"Grab your stuff. We'll hit the road." Dean declared. Adam headed upstairs.
"We shouldn't leave." Sam said sitting down on one of the kitchen chairs and propping his injured leg on up on another.
"Yeah, let's stay here, where the kid's mom got ganked. Good one." Dean retorted.
"I'm serious."
"No, Sam, we're gonna take the kid, we're gonna drop him off at Bobby's and then me, you and Sarah are gonna come back here and finish what Dad started." Dean said pissy.
Sam stopped trying to bandage his ankle and looked up at Dean, "How? We got no leads, no witnesses. We do have what this thing wants."
"Here," Sarah said softly taking the bandage from Sam and wrapping it for him.
"You want to use the kid as bait? That's why you want to stay here?" Dean asked skeptically.
"Maybe this thing will come back. We could train Adam… get him ready."
"He could die, Sam." Dean growled.
"We could all die, Dean. Even if we do kill this thing, there are tons of other freaks that want revenge, on Dad, on us. What if they find that kid instead and he's not ready?" Sam retorted.
"I'll do it. Whatever it takes. I'll do it. I want to do it." Adam said from the doorway. Dean glared at Sam.
The next night, Sam was going over the life of a hunter with Adam when Dean couldn't take anymore.
He pulled Sam to the side and had a very heated discussion with him. After a few minutes, Dean stormed out the back door. Sarah quickly grabbed her bag and ran after him.
"What's going on?" Sarah asked when she caught up to Dean.
"I can't sit there and watch that crap. I'm going to go find this thing." Dean stated before getting into the impala.
"So where to first?" Sarah asked getting in the passenger side.
"Cemetery." Dean said flatly.
Dean and Sarah entered the tomb and started looking around. After a few minutes of searching, Dean spotted a loose stone on the back wall.
"Check this out?" Dean said getting Sarah's attention.
"Was this loose earlier?" Sarah asked pointing the flashlight so Dean could see while moving it out of the way with a crowbar.
It revealed a tunnel.
"Alright, I'll go check this out. You keep an eye on things out here." Dean said before disappearing into the tunnel.
Sarah kept her eyes peeled on the tomb until she heard Dean.
"What?" She said into the tunnel and in that split second, with her back turned, she was hit in the head from behind. The last thing she heard was Dean yelling her name before a scraping sound and gunfire.
Sarah slowly regained consciousness and found that she was tied to a chair and she wasn't alone. She slowly started to work on her restraints and listened. She heard Sam cry out in pain then a woman speak.
"Thanks to your daddy, my brother and I grew up on our own. At least we had each other." She said.
"Like you and your brother. Inseparable." Adam said.
Sarah quickly chanced a look up to see who all was there. Adam and his mom or what looked like them, were talking over Sam, who was tied on top of a table.
"Actually, it was very hard to get you on your own." Kate said.
"Like you said, Sam, the only thing you can count on is family." Adam said.
"And for twenty years, we lived like rats." Kate said.
"Graveyard, after graveyard, all that stinking flesh." Adam said.
"Then we thought, 'hey, why not move up to fresher game'?" Kate said.
"And then we knew just were to start." Adam said digging a knife into Sam's arm, causing him to cry out. "Revenge, it's never over, is it, Sam?"
"First, it was John's cop friend, and then his slut, and then his son." Kate said pointing out each one.
"Then I called John, but the son of a bitch was already dead." Adam continued.
"So I guess you and Dean, will have to do instead. And for a bonus, we get another Winchester whore. Tell me is she just doing Dean or have you tapped that, too?" Kate asked laughing.
"You leave her out of this." Sam grunted.
Adam laughed then said to Kate, "Told you." Then to Sam he said, "Dean won't interrupt us this time. We're gonna feed on you nice and slow… Like we did with, Adam."
"Oh, and by the way, he really was your brother." Fake Kate admitted.
Sarah could hear Sam struggling. "You should know that." Kate added.
"He was still alive when we took our first bites." Adam said.
"And he was a screamer." Kate added.
They both started slicing Sam's arms open. Sarah worked harder on her restraints, almost freeing herself.
"Sam, the more you struggle, the faster you're gonna bleed out." Adam said. "So you might as well lie back and relax."
"You know I'm gonna have a little taste of her. See why these two keep her around." Kate said before slicing into Sarah's cheek and then licking up the blood.
"Hey!" Dean yelled striding into the room and shooting Adam. Sarah worked the rest of the restraints off her wrists.
"Dean, they're ghouls!" Sam yelled.
Dean paused then aimed at Kate. She moved to duck out of the way but Sarah jumped up and held Kate in place as Dean shot her head.
"Which means headshots." Dean said as Kate's body collapsed to the floor, revealing Sarah covered in blood and brain bits.
Adam blindsided Dean and they start to scuffle. Sarah moved to free Sam but the rope was tied too tight.
She and Sam watched as Dean got the upper hand and started bashing Adam's head in.
"Dean!" Sarah yelled along with Sam's faint cry.
Dean hurried over and cut the rope around Sam's right side and tossed the knife over to Sarah. Once Sam was free they helped him sit up. Sarah quickly grabbed some towels to stop the bleeding from the cuts on Sam's arms.
"Thank you." Sam managed to say.
"That's what family's for, right? Keep pressure on that." Dean teased leaving the room.
Dean returned a minute later with the med-kit. Sarah and Dean quickly went to work on stitching Sam's wounds, testing Sam endurance.
When Sam was done, Sarah started packing up the first-aid supplies.
"Hold on. Let me clean up your gash." Dean said to Sarah.
"What gash?" Sarah asked confused.
"The one gaping on your cheek. Come on, have a seat." Dean said sternly. "Can't have you bleeding all over my upholstery."
Sarah rolled her eyes and sat down in the chair next to Dean. He gave her a bottle of whiskey and she drank a quick gulp before Dean poured some on her wound.
"Ouch!" Sarah gasped.
"Oh quit being a baby." Dean teased, examining her wound. "Well, the good news is that this cut doesn't need stitches."
"And the bad news?" Sarah asked tentatively.
"The bad news is that I don't think we can save your… shirt."
"Oh! Dean! Don't scare me like that!" Sarah yelled exasperated then punched him in the shoulder playfully. "Ow!" she cried out.
"What?" Dean asked concerned.
"My shoulder. There's something… Oh! It hurts!" Sarah yelled.
"Okay. Okay. Calm down and don't move. Let me see what's wrong…" Dean said moving to see the back of her shoulder. "Oh… okay… well…"
"Spit it out, Dean!"
"There's a lot of blood. Hold on." Dean said before taking his pocket knife and cutting her shirt from collar to sleeve.
"Dean!"
"What? The shirts ruined anyways."
"A little warning would be nice." Sarah said using her left hand to hold what was left of her shirt. Dean quickly cleaned the deep cut she got in the tomb.
"Okay. It looks like you maybe got this when those freaks hit you in the tomb. I've got all the stone pieces out. Now I gotta sew it up. You ready for that?"
"Just do it." Sarah said starting to feel faint.
When Dean finished patching up Sarah's wound, he said, "Alright. That's done. How are you doing?"
He waited for a reply. "Sarah?" Moving to see her face, he saw her face was pale.
"Hey, hey… Sarah… Wake up!" He said shaking her.
"Hmm..?" She mumbled coming too.
"Thank God! You scared the crap out of me." Dean said then noticed her necklace that was no longer hidden by her shirt.
"What is that?" Dean asked reaching forward and grabbed the chain, bringing a large silver ring to view. Dean stared at his old ring. He didn't even notice Sarah's eye widen.
"Dean…" She said weakly. He snapped out of his gaze and dropped her necklace.
"I'll go get you a new shirt." He said quickly walking out of the room.
He returned a few minutes later with one of Kate's shirts and some juice. "Here, get changed and drink this. You lost a lot of blood." And then he was gone again.
She tried to work her half torn shirt off but was having trouble moving her injured shoulder much. "Ugh! Dammit!" She yelled out. "Could I get a little help?"
When nobody responded she carefully stood up to try and find one of the boys. They were both gone. She pulled out her new cellphone and dialed Dean's number.
"Where the hell did you two go?" She demanded.
"Sam and I had to take care of something before sunrise. We'll be back for you when we're done." Dean said flatly.
"Oh come on! You can't just leave me here. I can't even get this damn shirt changed.
"Yeah well. I gotta go."
"Is this about your ring?" Sarah asked only to hear him hang up. "Ahhh! That man can be such a jerk!"
It took her several minutes to get her shirt changed and used her old one to make a sling. And then she waited. About an hour and a half later the boys reappeared.
Sarah got into the impala, ignoring their questions about her sling. She didn't even ask where they were. She just pulled out her ear buds and drown them out with music.
A few hours later, Dean pulled up to a new motel and got them two rooms again.
"Two rooms?" Sarah asked.
"Yep." Dean said giving her a key.
"Fine. Then I don't have to deal with your dumbass till morning." She mumbled before walking into her room and slamming the door.
Dean strode over and used the spare key to reopen her door. He saw her sitting on the bed rubbing her head.
"Dean! Get out of my room! I just want to take a shower and get some sleep. I can't handle more from you right now."
"Sarah…" Dean started to say, softening some.
She just got up, pulled her necklace off as she walked over to him. She grabbed his hand and placed the necklace and ring in it before saying, "Here, now please leave."
Dean just looked at her, so she pushed him out of the room, locked the door and pushed a chair up against it.
Then she set about trying to take a shower.
She stood in the stream of hot water, trying to let the tension out of her sore muscles. Suddenly the shower curtain was thrown open.
"Why do you have this?" Dean asked hurriedly.
"Dean?!" Sarah yelled grabbing the shower curtain to cover herself. "How did you get in here?"
"What? Please. Where can't I break in. Now tell me why do you have this?"
"I kept it after you died. I wanted something to remember you by."
"So after I came back you never thought about giving it back?"
Sarah looked away before saying, "I was going to, but when you came back, everything was changed. I just wanted to remember things the way they were. My love for you. Our night."
"So it helped you to remember when you loved me?" Dean asked.
"Dean…"
"No I get it. I'll leave you alone." Dean said turning to leave.
"Dean!" Sarah cried out.
"What?" he grunted turning back toward her.
"I never stopped." She said softly.
"What was that?" Dean asked advancing on her.
"I never stopped loving you."
Dean closed the gap and claimed Sarah's lips. He kissed her with everything he was worth. Moaning she wrapped her arms around him, dropping the shower curtain barrier. Dean picked her up and held her against the wall, kissing her under the stream of water.
After finishing in the shower, Dean carried Sarah to one of the beds. There they peeled off the rest of Dean's clothes and spent the next few hours reconnecting with each other.
Sarah woke to the sound of ice cracking. Opening her eyes she saw Dean's sleeping face. She saw all the worry lines and scars from the long years as a hunter but beyond all that she saw peace. For the first time in such a long time, Dean Winchester was sleeping peacefully.
"He's just so dreamy. Isn't he?" Zachariah said startling Sarah, "Well, when he isn't spouting off."
Sarah sat up quickly, grabbing a hold of the blanket to keep herself covered.
"What's going on?" She asked.
"I just wanted to do this…"" He said smiling creepily before clapping.
Sarah looked at him confused then noticed that Dean hadn't moved with all the noise. "What?"
"I'm commending you for progressing ahead of schedule."
"What are you talking about?" Sarah asked baffled.
"You and Dean, of course. You know… reconnecting…" he said slowly with another creepy smile.
"Why is that relevant?"
He smiled wider, before snapping his fingers making her wake up for real.
"What? What's wrong?" Dean asked sitting up quickly, aiming his gun wildly around the room, looking for the cause of Sarah's yell.
When Dean had found no immediate danger he looked over at Sarah, who was sitting up in bed, topless and hyperventilating. Dean, after a quick glance at her chest, rushed to her side.
"Sarah, what's wrong?" He asked placing his hands on her cheeks and making her look up at him. "Cakes, breathe. Calm down. Calm down for me." As she focused on him, her breathing began to slow until it was back to a normal rate. "Good, baby, good. Are you feeling better?" he asked placing a kiss on her forehead.
"Yeah…"
"What happened?"
"Uh…" Sarah stammered, "Just a nightmare."
"Of what?"
She just looked down, not answering, trying to figure out what to say. She couldn't say an angel just crashed her mind. "Just a nightmare… Would you just hold me for a while?" She asked softly.
Dean laid back down on the bed and held Sarah until he fell back asleep. When she felt sure he was back in a deep sleep, she tried to slowly untangle herself from his arms. The she quietly made her way to the now destroyed bathroom and shut the door.
'What just happened?' she thought. 'Did I really just give in and do what those douche bag angels wanted me to do? How did that happen? I was only going to be friendly with him, how did things get out of hand so quickly?'
She spent the next bit of time picking up the bathroom and taking another shower. Re-emerging from the bathroom, she saw that Dean was still passed out on the bed but heard movement in Sam's room. It was a little after six, so she grabbed Dean's jacket after searching for her own and knocked on Sam's door.
"Hey." Sam said opening the door. "Is something wrong?"
"Uh… no… I just heard you were up and thought maybe you'd like to go grab some coffee with me."
Sam looked at her for a moment before saying, "Um… sure." He grabbed his jacket and joined her outside.
After walking for a few minutes in silence, Sam said, "Okay, spill. What's going on with you?"
"What do you mean?" Sarah asked innocently.
"Come on, I know you want to talk about something. You have that look. So what is it? Does this have anything to do with Dean?"
"Um…"
"Okay, so what is it? You two obviously spent the night together." Sam commented then added after seeing her surprised look, "The walls are kinda thin."
Sarah stared at the ground as she walked. "Yes, we did spend last night together, but we shouldn't have."
"Why? You two obviously love each other. And I think Dean might be ready to be with you. I know timings not that great but…"
"No. We can't be together." Sarah said as she walked into the diner. The stopped talking as the waitress too their to go order.
Once outside again, Sam asked, "Why? Why can't you be with Dean?"
"I just can't."
"No, you're gonna have to do better than that." Sam said stopping her.
"I can't really explain. They may be listening."
"What? Who?"
"Just… just promise me something." She said with tears in her eyes. Sam gave her a confused look. "Just promise me that you'll convince Dean to stop caring about me."
Sam gave her a puzzled expression. "No! That's ridiculous!" he said after realizing she was serious. "What's going on? You know as well as I know that you and Dean are pretty much destined for each other."
"I am destined for no man." Sarah said harshly.
"Sarah…"
"Just promise me."
"No. I can't do that."
"Fine. Then how about you promise to help me or I tell Dean your secret." She said trying to bluff it.
"What secret?" he said calling his bluff.
"The one that has to do with how your able to kill demons. The method that Ruby taught you."
"You're bluffing. You don't know anything."
"I don't?" She said innocently. "Then how about I take what I know to Dean and see."
Sam grabbed Sarah and pushed her against the wall angrily, holding her there.
"Looks like I struck a nerve." She said smirking.
Just then Dean walked outside and saw them. From Dean's angle it looked like Sam was about to kiss her. Sarah noticed him from the corner of eye and decided in that split moment to do something drastic. She closed the gap to Sam and kissed him.
"What's going on?" Dean asked.
Sam quickly pulled away from Sarah, giving her a pained look.
"Nothing." Sam said giving one last look to Sarah before backing away from her and returning to his room.
"Sarah, what was that?"
"You heard him, nothing." She said walking back to her room.