So sorry! I forgot to upload the last two chapters Of part 2.
Chapter 20
Sarah spent the next few weeks searching for a descent place to call home, at least for a little while. She didn't call or talk to any hunters. She just worked on staying below the radar.
Then one day while shopping at the local supermarket, her phone buzzed unexpectedly.
"Cas? What's wrong? Why are you calling me?" She worriedly asked unable to let it go to voicemail.
"There is a situation. I need your help." He said in his usual monotone voice.
"No. I'm sorry. I'm out."
"You don't understand. This affects your past and future, as much as the Winchesters. They can't do it without you."
"What?"
"Where are you?"
"No. They don't need me, they never do. I'll just end up in the way." She mumbled.
"Sarah, I don't have time for this. Where are you?" he said frustrated.
"Cas, I really can't. I'm sorry." She said before hanging up.
He tried calling back but she ignored it and continued shopping until someone grabbed her arm. Before she could spin around to punch the person who grabbed her, two fingers were pressed to her forehead and she was ported to an unfamiliar motel room.
"Dammit Cas! What the hell?!" she yelled before the feeling in her legs went out and someone caught her. Looking up she saw it was Dean that had caught her. "Dean…"
She saw his expression harden when he noticed it was her "Sarah?" he said before letting her drop on one of the beds. "What are you doing here? What is she doing here?" he growled walking to the other side of the room. Sarah tore her eyes away from Dean to see Cas moving about the room.
Cas ignored them for a moment as he placed a couple of jars of holy oil into a bag along with his angel-killing knife. "She is here because we need her." He said tiredly. "Ready?"
Sam helped Sarah stand up then took the bag from Cas and put it over his shoulder. "Not really." He said.
"Bend your knees." Dean advised Sam.
"Wait! I didn't agree to any of this!" Sarah yelled but Cas grabbed her hand and placed it on his shoulder. Then quickly touched both of the boys foreheads.
"Get out of the street!" an angry driver yelled.
Sam, Dean and Sarah looked around and found that they were definitely in another time. Dean grabbed Sarah's arm and pulled her to the sidewalk just before another car nearly ran them over.
"Did we make it?" Sam asked joining them.
"Make it where?" Sarah asked.
"Unless they're bringing Pintos back into production, I… uh, I'd say yes." Dean answered as he scanned the area, completely ignoring Sarah.
"Cas?" Sam mumbled after spotting him collapsed against the nearest car. They all hurried over to him.
"Hey." Dean said kneeling next to him.
"Hey… hey… hey…" Sam said trying to keep Cas from getting up.
"Take it easy. Are you alright?" Dean asked as Sarah kneeled in front of Cas and placed a hand on his check.
"I'm fine. I'm much better than I expected." Cas said weakly while looking at his hands. He then started coughing up blood before passing out.
"Cas?" Sam and Sarah said together.
Sam put his hand in front of Cas' mouth. "He's breathing. Sort of. What do we do?"
"Dammit Cas!" Dean growled.
Sarah did a quick scan of the area to make sure no one had noticed them and spotted a motel nearby. "Here, help me lift him up." Sarah instructed.
"What? Why?" Dean asked.
"There's a motel over there. We can get him a room to sleep this off." She said trying to lift Cas up herself. Dean rolled his eyes and helped her carry Cas into the motel.
A few minutes later, they rejoined Sam at a phone booth.
"So I paid for Cas for five nights up in the, uh, honeymoon suite. I told the manager, 'Do not disturb, no matter what.' You know what he said to me? 'Yeah, don't sweat it. Want to buy some dope.'" Dean said to Sam chuckling. Sam snorted, "Dope. We ought to stick around here, buy some stock in Microsoft."
"Yeah, we might have to if Cas doesn't recover. Is he alright?" Sam asked.
"What do I look like- Dr. Angel Medicine Woman? He'll wake up. He's, you know, tough for a little nerdy dude with wings." Dean said.
"If he landed like that, hopefully, so did Anna. Should buy us some time." Sam said eyeing Sarah.
"Anna? What's Anna have to do with this?" Sarah asked only to be ignored again.
"So, did you find them?" Dean asked.
"Find who?" Sarah asked.
"Yeah, uh, the Winchesters. Four-eight-five Robin tree." Sam said holding up a torn phone book page.
"Let's go pop in on the folks." Dean said, starting to walk down the street.
Sarah grabbed Sam's arm before he could follow and said, "Sam Winchester you tell me what is going on right now. Why are we here?"
"Yeah…" Sam said then preceded to fill her in on what he knew as they followed Dean.
"So Anna is trying to kill your parents? Kill John?" Sarah said in shock. "I'm so sorry, Sambo. Of course I'll help, not that I'm really that helpful." She mumbled.
Sam stopped abruptly. "What? Sarah you can't honestly believe that."
"Why shouldn't I? It's true. I always end up getting in the way."
"Is that why you left again?" Sam asked putting his hand on her arm.
"Of course it is. I finally realized how useless I am to you two." She said before moving to continue walking.
Sam tightened his hold on her arm, stopping her. "Sarah, that is complete bull and deep down you know it. You do more for us than your know."
"Yeah? Like what?" Sarah said, staring up at Sam.
"Are you two ladies coming or what?" Dean yelled back to them, impatiently.
Sarah and Sam continued to stare at each other a moment before Sarah pulled her arm from Sam's grasp and closed the distance to Dean and his newly stolen car.
Dean pulled up to his parents' house and parked the stolen car. Sam immediately got out of the car and crossed the street.
"Sam. Sam." Dean said stopping Sam from walking up to the house. "Sam, Sarah wait."
"Dean, Anna could be here any second." Sam said.
"What exactly are we gonna march up there and tell 'em?" Dean asked.
"Uh, the truth." Sam stated.
"Oh now that's a great idea." Sarah said sarcastically.
"What, that their sons are back from the future to save them from an angel? Gone Terminator? Come on. Those movies haven't even come out yet." Dean argued.
"Well, then tell her demons are after 'em. I mean, she thinks you're a hunter, right?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, a hunter who disappeared right when her dad died. She's gonna love me." Dean said then thought for a moment, "Just follow my lead." He then grabbed Sarah's hand and walked up to the door and rang the doorbell.
"Hi, Mary." Dean said sheepishly when she opened the door.
"You can't be here." Mary said looking upset and shocked.
"I'm sorry if this is a bad time." Dean added.
"You don't understand. I'm not…" Mary said then looked at Sam warily as he stared at her, "I don't do that anymore. I have a normal life now. You have to go."
"Good luck with that." Sarah mumbled as Mary moved to close the door.
Dean held out an arm to stop the door, "I'm sorry, but this is important, okay?"
The door opened wider to reveal John. Sarah had to fight the tears that wanted to fill her eyes at the sight of the young John Winchester. The man who saved her and then raised her as his own.
"Sorry, sweetie, they're just…" Mary started to say.
"Mary's cousins." Dean finished for her. "Yeah, we couldn't stop through town without swinging by and saying 'hey', now could we?" he held out a hand to shake John's hand. "Dean."
"You look familiar." John said.
"Really? Yeah, you do, too, actually, you know? We must have met sometime. Small towns, right? Got to love 'em." Dean covered.
"I'm John." He said then held his hand out to Sam who stared a moment then shook it.
"This is Sam." Dean explained when it was obvious that Sam was to stunned to speak.
"Sam. Uh, Mary's father was a Sam." John said. Sam only nodded and smiled.
"Uh, it's a family name." Dean replied.
"You okay, pal? You look a little spooked." John asked.
"Oh. Oh, yeah. Just a… long trip." Sam managed to say.
"He's a little shy." Sarah said trying to excuse Sam's behavior. John and Mary looked over at her, "Hi, I'm Sarah, their adopted sister."
"Well, they were just on their way out." Mary said.
"What? They just got here. Real happy to meet folks from Mary's side. Please come on in for a beer." John said.
"Twist my arm." Dean said earning a glare from Mary.
They all filed in and sat in the living room as Mary retrieved the beers. Sam, Sarah and Dean sat on the couch as John and Mary sat across from them in the arm chairs. They sat in uncomfortable silence as Sam continued to stare at Mary.
"Are you sure you're okay, Sam?" John asked.
"W…oh. Yeah, yeah. Um, I'm just um..." Sam stumbled, before looking back at Mary and adding, "You are so beautiful."
John leaned forward protectively. "He means that in a non-weird, wholesome family kind of way." Dean said quickly as Sarah grabbed Sam's hand, snapping him out of his daze.
"Yeah, right." Sam added, realizing what he'd said.
"We haven't seen Mary in… in quite some time, and see, she's the spitting image of our mom. I mean, it's… it's…" Dean said.
"Eerie." Sam finished.
"So, how are you guys related?" John asked.
"You know, uh, distantly." Dean replied.
"So… so you knew Mary's parents?" John asked.
"Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Mary's dad was, uh, pretty much like a grandpa to us." Dean answered.
"Oh, that was tragic… that heart attack." John said reaching for Mary's hand.
"Yes, it was." Dean said.
"So, uh, what are you guys doing in town, anyway?" John asked.
"Uh, business. You know." Dean answered.
"Oh, yeah? What line of work?"
"Plumbing." Sam answered just as Dean said, "Scrap Metal."
Mary stood up and said, "Oh, gosh. It's almost seven. I hate to be rude, but I've got to get dinner ready."
"Maybe they could stay." John said. Just then the phone began to ring. "Uh, look, please stay. You know, it would mean the world to me. I haven't met much of Mary's side of the family." John said then got up to answer the phone.
"You have to leave. Now." Mary said as soon as John was out of the room.
"Okay, just listen." Dean started saying.
"No, you listen. Last time I saw you, a demon killed my parents. Now you waltz in here like you're family? Whatever you want-no. Leave me alone." Mary said sternly.
"You and John are in danger." Sam blurted out.
"What are you talking about?" Mary asked.
"Something's coming for you." Dean said.
"Demon?" Mary answered.
"Not exactly." Dean said.
"Well, what then?" Mary asked.
"It's kind of hard to explain, okay? It's – it's…" Dean tried to find the words.
"An angel." Sam blurted out.
"Sam!" Sarah scolded.
Mary laughed, "What? There's no such thing."
"I wish, but they're twice as strong as demons. And bigger dicks." Dean explained.
"You can say that again." Sarah muttered.
"And why would an angel want to kill us?"
"It's a long story, and we'll tell you the whole thing, but right now, you've got to trust us, and we got to go. Look at my face and tell me if I'm lying to you." Dean said.
"Mary, please." Sarah pleaded.
"Okay. Where do we go?" Mary asked.
"Out of here. We got to move now, though." Dean said.
"Okay. But what do I tell John?" Mary asked, tears in her eyes.
"Just tell him…" Dean started to say before Sarah interrupted him.
"Wait… John? Are you here?" Sarah asked, after noticing how quiet the house was.
Dean hurriedly walked to the hallway looking for John. Mary followed closely behind him and found a note John had left.
'Back in 15
J'
"Oh great." Dean muttered.
They tracked John to the garage he worked at and arrived in time to see Anna flung John over a car. She turned around sensing another presence and spotted Dean behind her with the angel killing knife. Anna grabbed Dean's wrist and neck. Dean then tried to pry Anna's hand off of his neck.
"I wish I could say it's good to see you, Anna." Dean said.
"You too, Dean." Anna said before throwing him out a window.
Sarah ran up and hit Anna from behind with a wrench. Anna whirled around and flung Sarah over the car by John.
Mary then grabbed a crowbar and stabbed Anna in the heart with it. Anna choked up a little blood and pulled the crowbar out. "Sorry. It's not that easy to kill an angel."
"No." Sam said from the other side of the room. "But you can distract 'em." He pressed his palm to the sigil he'd painted on the wall causing Anna to disappear in a blinding white light.
All five of them were loaded up in the impala, Sam, Dean and Sarah scrunched in the backseat with Mary in the passenger and John driving.
"Monsters. Monsters?" John said unbelievingly.
"Yes." Mary said quietly.
"Monsters are real." John stated.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know how…" Mary tried saying.
"And you fight them? All of you?" John asked.
"Yeah." Sam answered.
"Unfortunately." Sarah mumbled.
"How long?"
"All my life. John, just try to understand…" Mary said before Dean cut her off.
"She didn't exactly have a choice…"
"We never do." Sarah added.
"Shut up, all of you! Look, not another word, or so help me, I will turn this car around!" John yelled.
Everyone fell silent.
"Wow. Awkward family road trip." Dean whispered.
"No kidding." Sam whispered back.
"You two are such dorks." Sarah mumbled.
After a little while, they pulled up to a normal looking house in the middle of nowhere.
"Place has been in the family for years. Devil's trap. Pure iron fixtures, of course. Um, there should be salt and holy water in the pantry, knives, guns." Mary stated as they walked inside.
"All that stuff will do, is piss it off." Sam said.
"So, what will kill it? Or slow it down, at least?" Mary asked.
"Not much." Sam answered.
"Great." Mary said with a nervous laugh.
"He said not much, not nothing. We packed." Dean said putting his bag on the table. "If we put this up and she comes close we beam her right off the starship."
"Mmm…" Mary mumbled.
"This is holy oil. It's kind of like a, like a devil's trap for angels. Come on. I'll show you how it works." Sam said, then lead Mary to the other room.
"I'll go check the perimeter." Sarah said wanting to get away from all of the tension. She turned to leave but Dean caught her arm. "Dean, I can handle it." She said rolling her eyes at him.
"Just be careful." He said then let her go. "And don't go too far."
She walked outside and took a quick pass around the property, checking for anything unusual or for any weaknesses. She then walked back inside and started helping Mary.
"So… Sarah… you're Dean's… sister?" Mary asked.
"Adopted. Sort of… His father saved my life after my parents were killed. He took me in and raised me as his own." Sarah explained.
"So are you and Dean…" Mary asked causing Sarah looked up at her, just as Dean walked in the room. Mary narrowed her eyes at him, "Okay. You said you'd explain everything when we had a minute. We have a minute. Why does an angel want me dead?"
"'Cause they're dicks." Dean chided.
Mary laughed, "Not good enough. I didn't even know they existed, and now I'm a target?"
"It's complicated." Dean said.
"Fine." Mary said standing up. "All ears."
"You're just gonna have to trust me, okay?" Dean said.
"I've been trusting you all day." Mary said.
"It's kind of hard to believe." Dean stated.
"Alright, then. I'm walking out the door." Mary said turning to leave.
"Just tell her Dean." Sarah interjected, touching his arm. "Or I will."
Dean let out a sigh then bluntly said, "I'm your son."
"What?"
"I'm your Son. Sorry. I don't know how else to say it. We're from the year two thousand and ten. An angel zapped us back there. Not the one that attacked you, friendlier." Dean explained.
"You can't expect me to believe that."
"Our names our Dean and Sam Winchester. We're named after your parents. When I would get sick, you would make me tomato-rice soup, because that's what your mom made you. And instead of a lullaby, you would sing 'Hey, Jude' cause that's your favorite Beatles song."
"I… I don't believe it… No." Mary said, shaking her head and crying.
"Mary…" Sarah whispered soothingly as she put her arm around her.
"I'm sorry, but it's true." Dean said.
"I raise my kids to be hunters?"
"No. No, you didn't" Dean stated.
"How could I do that to you?" Mary said through her tears.
"You didn't do it. Because you're dead." Dean said bluntly.
"Dean." Sarah warned.
Mary's eyes widened, "What? What happened?"
"Yellow-eyed demon. He killed you, and- John became a hunter to get revenge. He raise us in this life."
"He saved me, then raise me like his own as well." Sarah added.
"Listen to me, a demon comes into Sam's nursery exactly six months after he's born. November second, nineteen eighty-three. Remember that date. And whatever you do, do not go in there. You wake up that morning and you take Sam and you run." Dean advised.
"That's not good enough, Dean." Sam said from the doorway. "Wherever she goes, the demon's gonna find her. Find me."
"Well, then what?" Dean snapped.
"She can leave Dad. That's what. You got to leave John." Sam said.
Sarah sat down at the weight of what Sam was suggesting. Tears forming in her eyes.
"What?" Mary exclaimed.
"When this is all over, walk away and never look back." Sam continued.
"So we're never born." Dean said then looked to Mary, "He's right."
"I can't. You're saying that you're my children, and now you're saying…"
"You have no other choice. There's a big difference between dying and never being born. And trust me, we're okay with it, I promise you that." Dean elaborated.
Sarah looked up at Dean, then quickly left the room as they continued to talk. She almost ran into John in the hallway. He had been listening to the others conversation.
"Oh, hey." She said through her tears.
He looked at her a moment then asked, "All that out there true?"
"Yeah. It all is. I'm sorry." She said flatly.
"So their my sons?"
"Yeah."
"And you're my daughter?"
"Sort of. You saved me from the monsters that killed my parents and then raise me as your own. I owe you so much." She said as more tears formed. "Whatever happens today, I just want to say 'Thank you'. I never managed to say that to you before…" Then she hugged him quickly before walking away from him.
She walked into the kitchen to try and clear her head but a moment later a long high-pitched noise filled the air. Sarah covered her ears as the sound got louder and louder before the windows shattered.
The noise stopped and the door nearest her burst opened and an angel walked in.
"Who the hell are you?" Dean asked.
"I'm Uriel."
Dean backed away and Sarah slowly tried to make her way to the group.
"Oh, come on." Dean growled.
"Go." Sam said to Mary and John but turned to see that Anna was blocking the other exit.
"Here goes nothin'" Dean said then launched an attack on Uriel while Sam attacked Anna. Sarah ran and tried to keep Mary and John to the side. The brothers both got thrown aside. As Sarah stepped in front of Mary and John. John took Sarah by surprise and pulled her behind him and moved to grab the angel knife that Dean had dropped.
Anna caught him and threw him out the window before Sarah could help.
"John!" Mary yelled. Sarah fought to hold her back.
Sam tried to grab the sword but Anna grabbed a fixture from the wall and stabbed him. Sam began to bleed profusely.
"Sam!" Sarah yelled at the same time that Dean yelled, "Sammy!"
Sam slumped to the floor. Dead.
"Sam!" Dean yelled again.
Anna turned her attention back to Sarah and Mary. "I'm really sorry." Anna said.
"Stay behind me." Sarah instructed to Mary as she tried to figure out what to do.
"Anna." John said in a deeper than normal voice.
"Michael." Anna said surprised, noticing that John was now possessed by an angel.
John/Michael placed a hand on Anna's shoulder, making her immediately burst into flames, screaming. Sarah protectively shielded Mary from the blinding light.
John/Michael turned to Uriel once Anna was gone.
"Michael, I didn't know." Uriel said with hands raised.
"Goodbye, Uriel." John/Michael said before snapping his fingers causing Uriel to disappear.
"What did you do to John?" Mary asked trying to get out from behind Sarah.
"John is fine." John/Michael said.
"Who… What are you?" Mary asked.
"Shhhh…" he said moving to touch Mary.
Sarah quickly tried to punch him, but he deflected her punch. He grabbed her and held her back against his chest. The reached over and placed two fingers on Mary's forehead causing her to fall to the ground unconscious.
Sarah struggled against John/Michael trying to get out of his grasp.
"Let her go!" Dean growled.
John/Michael looked at Dean but whispered into Sarah's ear. Dean saw a look of pain flash over Sarah's face as fresh tears fell then John/Michael touched her forehead and she disappeared.
"Sarah!" Dean yelled.
Sarah woke up a while later in Sam and Dean's motel room as the boys returned from the store.
"Good you're up." Dean grumbled, trying to hide his worry.
"Nothin' gets past you." Sarah said sarcastically then added, getting up, "Are we back in 2010?"
"Yeah." Sam said as he unwrapped a couple of cups. He looked up into the mirror and said, "Castiel." Before spinning around. He grabbed ahold of Cas to keep him from falling.
"Hey. Hey, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." Sam said soothingly.
"Cas!" Dean growled as he hurried over to help Cas up.
"We got you." Sam said.
"You son of a bitch. You made it." Dean said.
"I…I did? I'm very surprised." Cas mumbled skeptically before collapsing.
"Whoa! You're okay!" Sam said trying to rouse Cas.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." Dean said feeling Cas' weight. "Bed?"
"Yeah, yeah." Sam said as they hauled him to the nearest bed and laid him on it.
"Well, I could use that drink now." Dean said reaching for the whiskey bottle.
"Yeah." Sam said picking up the cups and holding them for Dean.
Sarah sat down next to Cas and put her head in her hands.
"You alright?" Dean asked.
"Just peachy." She said looking up at them and Sam handed her a glass. "Thanks."
"Well… this is it." Dean said.
"This is what?" Sam asked.
"Team Free Will. One ex-junkie, one drop-out with six bucks to his name, Mr. Comatose over there and a drama queen that gets her kicks by running away. It's awesome." Dean explained earning an obscene gesture from Sarah.
"It's not funny." Sam said.
Dean took a sip of his drink then said, "I'm not laughing."
Sam sighed, "They all say we'll say yes."
"I know. It's getting annoying." Dean said.
"What if they're right?" Sam asked.
"They're not." Dean said strongly after taking another sip.
"I mean, why, why would we, either of us? But… I've been weak before." Sam said.
"Sam." Dean warned.
"Michael got Dad to say yes." Sam argued.
"That was different. Anna was about to kill Mom." Dean reasoned.
"And if you could save Mom… What would you say?" Sam asked.
"Enough. Both of you." Sarah said making both boys look at her. "Neither of you are going to give in. You hear me? If either of you do, I will find you and kick your ass for being such spineless idiots. And I don't care if it's Lucifer or Michael. I will. And you can count on that." She chugged the rest of her drink and walked outside.
"Hey, wait up." Sam said to Sarah once he was near her outside.
"What Sam?" Sarah asked obviously in a bad mood.
"What's going on with you?" He asked bluntly.
"I'm just so sick of all of this." She said as she returned to walking.
"We're all sick of this, Sarah. It doesn't mean we quit." Sam said following her. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going for a walk. I need to clear my head. In case you didn't realize we just came back from a very bizarre trip." She snapped.
"You're leaving, aren't you? Is this the way it's always going to be? You're just going to keep leaving us? Without even a word?" Sam ranted causing Sarah to stop and look at him.
"I didn't ask to be brought back in to all this. I was doing fine on my own."
"I thought we were family."
Sarah scoffed at him. "Family? Didn't you two just try to get your Mom to not have you? Make it so you never existed?"
"Yeah?" Sam said warily.
"Well did you or that dumbass brother of yours ever think about that? Did you realize that if you never existed, all those people we saved would be dead? That I… wouldn't be here?"
"Of course you wouldn't be here. You'd probably be married with a kid or two."
"No, Sam. I'd be dead." Sarah said staring at his confused face. "I'd be dead because your father would never have been there to save me. So next time you two decide to make a stupid decision like that… think it through." She said sternly then continued walking.
A minute later, Sam called out to her again, "Sarah." He jogged to catch up with her. "Wait." She stopped and looked up at him. "I know we have been insensitive to you. I'm sorry. Last thing I ever wanted to do is to hurt you. Now you might not see us as family anymore but I still see you as my sister. Always have. Always will. Now if we have any chance in hell at winning this thing, we need you with us." He said then pulled her into a hug. "Please stay with us."
Sarah hugged him back then said, "I wasn't going to leave. What's the point? Every time I leave, I get pulled back in. There's always some stupid angel just lying in wait to mess everything up."
Sam smirked a little, "Well, I can't say that I'm sorry about that. We… I miss you." He then led her back to the hotel room.
They spent a few days, recovering from their time travel. It took Cas a day and a half to come around and it didn't help that Sarah slugged him, for dragging her back into this life.
Eventually, they were back on the road, looking for a job. Dean tried a couple of times to talk with Sarah, about anything, but she shot him down every time. He desperately wanted to know what Michael had told her, but she wasn't talking.
They eventually found a case involving a couple who had eaten themselves to death. Once they started investigating another couple committed suicide.
They arrived at the Medical Center to examine the bodies together. As they walked in, they passed a bald man in a business suit and Sam started acting weird.
"You okay?" Dean asked him.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Sam said quickly.
"Agent Marley, you just can't stay away." The Medical Examiner said to Dean as they approached.
"Heard you tagged another double suicide." Dean said.
"Well, I just finished closing them up." The doctor said.
"Dr. Corman, these are my partners, Special Agent Cliff." Dean said introducing Sam then he gestured to Sarah and said, "and Special Agent Tyler."
"Agent Cliff. Agent Tyler. I've finished my prelims. I pulled the organ sets and sent off the tox samples." Dr. Corman explained.
"Great. You mind if we take a look at the bodies?" Sam asked.
"Not at all. But like I said, their… good-and-plenty's are already tupper ware." Dr. Corman joked.
"Super." Sam said.
"Leave the keys with Marty up front. And please, gentleman… refrigerate after opening…" Dr. Corman joked.
"Shall we boys?" Sarah asked as she walked to the refrigerator.
After a little while, they had all of the organs out on a table and were examining them for any clues.
"Hey…" Dean said handing Sam one of the hearts, "Be my valentine?" he then laughed and turned to look at something else.
"Mature. Dean. Very mature." Sarah mumbled.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second. These hearts both have identical marks. Check this out. It looks like some kind of letter. Oh, no." Sam said staring at one of the hearts.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Let me see." Sarah said as she moved to get a better look, brushing passed Dean. She tried to ignore the sudden butterfly's that filled her stomach from his close presence. She hadn't felt that feeling in a while.
"I think it's Enochian." Sam said.
"You mean like angel scratches? So you think it's like the tagging on our ribs?" Dean asked.
"Dean, I don't know." Sam said.
"I think it is." Sarah said staring at the symbol. "It has definite similarities to Enochian."
"Ah, hell." Dean mumbled as he pulled out his phone and dialed Cas' number. "Cas, it's Dean. Yeah, room 31-C, basement level… St. James Medical Center."
Cas appeared directly before Dean. "I'm there now."
"Yeah, I get that." Dean said.
"I'm gonna hang up now." Cas said seriously.
Cas walked over to Sam and picked up one of the hearts with his bare hand. "You're right, Sam. These are angelic marks, I imagine you'll find similar marks on the other couples' hearts as well…"
"So, what are they? I mean, what do they mean?" Sam asked.
"It's a mark of union. This man and woman were intended to mate." Cas replied.
"Okay, but who put them there?" Dean asked.
"Well, your people call them 'Cupid'." Cas explained.
"A what?" Sam and Sarah asked.
"What human myth has mistaken for 'Cupid' is actually a lower order of angel. Technically it's a cherub, third class."
"Cherub?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, they're all over the world. There are dozens of them." Cas said.
Sarah looked over at Dean as he spoke with Cas and Sam. She loved to see him dressed in a suit and tie. And she loved how sexy his ass looked in his very well-fitted pants. Just seeing him wearing that was enough to make her blood to begin to boil. She started to undo some of her shirt buttons to cool off a little, then she realized what she was thinking and said quickly, "Uh… I'll be outside" before fleeing the room.
After a few minutes, the boys walked out to the impala with Cas.
"You okay?" Sam asked as they drove to a restaurant.
"Never better." She answered still unable to get her mind off of Dean.
"So, what, you just happen to know he like the cosmos at this place?" Dean asked Cas.
"This place is a nexus of human reproduction. It's exactly the kind of…" Cas explained as he watched Dean put ketchup on his cheeseburger, "of garden the Cupid will come to... to pollinate."
"Excuse me." Sarah said from her seat next to Dean as she reached across him for the ketchup, slightly brushing her breasts against his arm.
He looked over at her oddly then picked up his cheeseburger, looked at it as Cas' words seeped in, then put it back down uneaten.
"Wait a minute. You're not hungry?" Sam asked skeptically.
"No. What? I'm not hungry?" Dean said with attitude.
Sarah put her hand on Dean's knee and asked, "Are you feeling okay?"
He gave her another weird look.
"Then you're not gonna finish that?" Cas asked taking Dean's burger, but before he took a bite he looked up and said, "He's here."
"Where? I don't see anything." Sam said.
"There." Cas stated pointing to a couple.
"You mean the same-side-of-the-booth couple over there?" Dean asked but jumped slightly as Sarah's hand moved up his thigh as she turned in her seat to see what they were looking at.
"Meet me in the back room." Cas said before disappearing.
Sam stood up and started toward the back room. Dean moved to stand up but Sarah's hand was still securely fastened to his thigh.
"Umm… Do you mind?" Dean asked her.
"Oh, sorry." She said realizing that her hand was still on his leg. She couldn't figure out why she was acting this way. "Uh… I'll be there in a minute." She said then watched as he walked away.
"Get a grip, Sarah!" she mumbled to herself. "You know the rules! You made the stupid, stupid rules!" she then took a few deep breaths, and gulped down some of her beer to help to her steel her feelings. Then got up to join the boys and meet a cupid.
She walked into the room to see a naked man hugging Sam. She tried not to laugh at his uncomfortable expression.
"Is this a fight? Are we in a fight?" Dean growled.
"This is their handshake." Cas replied.
"I don't like it." Dean growled.
"No one likes it." Cas said tiredly.
"Oh! A new person!" Cupid exclaimed, seeing Sarah at the doorway.
"What? No!" She cried out as he pulled her into a bone crushing hug.
"Let me go! That thing better not touch me!" she yelled at him.
He let her go as if nothing had happened. "What can I do for you?" Cupid asked grinning widely.
"Why are you doing this?" Cas asked.
"Doing what?" Cupid asked.
"Your targets—the ones you've marked—they're slaughtering each other." Cas explained.
"What? They are?" Cupid asked shocked.
"Listen, birthday suit, we know, okay? We know you been flittin' around, popping people with your poison arrow, making them murder each other!" Dean said.
Sarah slowly made her way to stand near Dean. She felt some invisible pull, making her gravitate toward him. She didn't even realize that she was doing it.
"What we don't know is why." Cas said.
"You think that I- well, uh… I don't know what to say." Cupid said starting to cry. He walked passed Dean and Sarah to cry by himself. Sam walked closer to Sarah, Dean and Cas.
"Should… should somebody maybe… go talk to him?" Sam asked. They all looked to Sarah.
"What? Just because I have boobs I'm supposed to be comforting? Hell no." She said moving even closer to Dean.
"Yeah, well, give 'em hell, Cas." Dean said pushing Cas in the Cupids direction.
Cas awkwardly stood next to the Cupid and said, "Um… look. We didn't mean to, um… hurt your feelings."
Cupid pulled Cas into a hug, "Love is more than a word to me, you know. I love love. I love it! And if that's wrong, I don't want to be right!"
"Yes, yes. Of course. I, uh… I have no idea what you're saying." Cas said.
"I was just on my appointed rounds. Whatever my targets do after that… that's nothing to do with me. I…. I was following my orders. Please brother. Read my mind. Read my mind, you'll see." Cupid said.
Castiel stared for an intense moment into Cupids eyes then turned to the others and said, "He's telling the truth."
"Jimney Christmas. Thank you." Cupid said relieved.
"Wait, wait, you said- you said you were just following orders?" Dean asked.
"Mm-hmm."
"Whose orders?" Dean asked as Sarah placed her hand in his. He gave her a confused look then returned his focus to Cupid.
"Whose?" Cupid laughed, "Heaven, silly. Heaven."
"Why does heaven care if Harry meets Sally?" Dean asked.
"Oh, mostly they don't. You know, certain bloodlines, certain destines. Oh like yours." Cupid explained.
"What?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, the union of John and Mary Winchester – Very big deal upstairs, top priority arrangement." Cupid explained.
"Are you saying you fixed-up our parents?" Dean asked.
"Well, not me, but… Yeah, well it wasn't easy, either. Ooh, they couldn't stand each other at first. Much like you two. But when we were done with them – perfect couple."
"Perfect?" Dean asked.
"Yeah." Cupid said smugly.
"They're dead!" Dean growled. Sarah tightened her hold on Deans hand.
"I'm sorry, but… the orders were very clear. You and Sam needed to be born. Your parents were just, uh… meant to be. A match made in heaven-heaven." Cupid sang.
Dean punched Cupid with his free hand. "Son of a bitch!" he growled, as he dropped Sarah's hand and held his injured one. Cupid disappeared. "Where is he? Where'd he go?" he yelled, as Sarah gently took his hurt hand and started examining it.
"I believe you upset him." Cas stated.
"Upset him?!" Dean yelled pushing away from Sarah, who was just about to start kissing his hurt hand.
"Dean. Enough!" Sam yelled.
"What?" Dean growled.
"You just punched a Cupid!" Sam yelled back.
"I punched a dick!" Dean yelled.
"Um… Are we gonna talk about what's been up with you lately or not?" Sam asked.
"Or not." Dean said, looking over at Sarah then walking out of the room.
They went back to the motel in silence and continued to do research until all of them eventually passed out. The next day, Sam went to investigate another body at the morgue. Sarah left on an errand and Dean stayed into do more research.
She returned after a while to hear Dean on the phone with Sam.
"Yeah, well, I just went through the police blotter, and counting him, that's eight suicides since Wednesday and 19 od's – That's way out of the seasonal batting average." Dean said into the phone, not paying attention to Sarah. He listened for a moment then said, "Yeah, alright. I'll see you in 10." Then he hung up.
Sarah walked up behind him and started to massage his shoulders. "You're very tense, Dean."
"Oh, I wonder why." He said sarcastically. "I thought we had a no touching rule."
"Rules were meant to be broken." Sarah said leaning down and nibbling on his earlobe.
He let out a low moan and leaned against her a moment before snapping to his senses and moving away.
"What are you doing?" he asked her hurriedly.
"Giving in." She said before she grabbed him and kissed him. "Giving in to what we both want." She moved to kiss him again but he jerked away.
"Sarah, this is hardly the right time for this." Dean said getting frustrated at her constant advances.
"Come on, Dean. Share your love with me." She said unbuttoning her shirt with a smirk.
"No! Stop that!" Dean yelled at her and grabbed her hands to stop her.
She stopped and looked at him sadly. "You don't love me anymore?"
"No. It's not that. It's… you're… come on this isn't you." Dean said frustrated.
"He was right. You don't." She whispered.
"Who was right?" Dean asked.
"Michael."
"Michael? What did he say to you?" Dean pressed.
Sarah looked at the ground for a moment quickly pressing herself against him again and attaching her lips to his neck. "Let's not talk about him, right now."
Dean's breath hitched as she nibbled on his ear. "Sarah…"
"Shhh…" Sarah said reclaiming his lips.
"No." Dean said gruffly, pushing Sarah back forcefully, accidentally pushing her into the nearby dresser. Sarah gave a shocked look then ran out the door, almost knocking Sam down in the process.
"Dude! What the hell happened?" Sam asked walking into the room, "And why was she half naked?"
Sarah stopped outside the door and listened to the boys.
"I don't know. She was coming on to me then talking crazy. Then… coming on to me some more." Dean said lost in thought.
"What? What did she say?"
"I don't know. She kept talking about love, about how I don't love her anymore…, about how Michael was right…"
"Michael?"
"Yeah, I think he said something about me not loving her anymore."
Sam's eyebrows rose, "Was he right?"
Dean was quiet a moment then slowly said, "I'm not sure anymore. I mean, yeah, I love her, she's family but do I Love her? I don't know. Everything's gotten so crazy."
"Just… be careful with her okay?" Sam warned.
Dean looked at what Sam was holding. "What's with the briefcase?" he asked wanting to change the subject.
Sam looked down at the briefcase he was holding and said, "When I was leaving the morgue, I spotted a demon leaving with this. He got away but I managed to get this."
"What the hell does a demon got to do with this, anyway?" Dean asked.
Sarah sat outside the motel room in a trance. Her need for Dean growing more and more. She fought if for as long as she could before her desperation became too much.
She walked into the motel room, ignored by the men and started digging through her bag.
"What are you the hamburglar?" Dean asked Cas.
"I've developed a taste for ground beef." Cas said eating another hamburger.
"Well, have you even tried to stop it?" Dean asked.
"I'm an angel. I can stop anytime I want." Cas said defensively.
Sarah found what she was looking for. She pulled out her gun and checked the bullets.
"Whatever. Everyone ready to roll?" Dean asked then spotted Sarah staring into the barrel of her gun. Tears streaming down her face. "Sarah?... Whatcha doing?" He asked slowly walking toward her.
She looked at him, not lowering the gun and said, "It hurts too much." She then looked back at the gun and started to pull the trigger. Dean and Sam rushed her from different sides. Dean grabbed her while Sam wrestled the gun away from her hands.
"No!" she yelled as fresh tears started to flow.
Sam managed to get the gun from her as she tried desperately to keep it. Once the gun was out of her hands she fought to get away. Dean held her tight until she stopped thrashing. "Please… it hurts so much…" she whispered before Cas places his fingers on her forehead causing her to fall limp in Dean's arms.
Once she was asleep, the three men just stared at her.
"Do you think that Famine is making her go crazy?" Dean asked Cas.
"I think so."
"Great. So what was she hungry for? Sex? Love?" Dean asked.
"You." Sam said strained. "All she's ever wanted was you."
Dean sighed then said, "Alright. We'll deal with this later. Are you ready, Sam?"
Sam looked up at Dean, "Dean… I… um… I can't. I can't go."
"What do you mean?"
"I think it got to me, too, Dean. I think I'm hungry for it…"
"Hungry for what?"
"You know…"
"Demon blood?" Dean asked instantly upset. Sam hung his head. "You got to be kidding me." Dean said then turned to Cas, "You got to get them out of here. You got to beam him to, like Montana. Anywhere but here."
"It won't work. They are already infected. The hunger will just travel with them."
"Well, then, what do we do?" Dean asked.
"You go cut the bastard's finger off." Sam said.
"You heard him." Dean said.
"But, Dean… before you go, you better… you better lock me down…" Sam said then looked at Sarah, "both of us…" but good.
Dean left after chaining Sam and Sarah to the sink in the bathroom.
Sarah woke up the next day handcuffed to a bed in a different room. It took a moment for her to realize she was at Bobby's house but why she was chained up was a mystery. She began to try and free herself.
After a few moments she heard faint sounds of someone screaming. She stilled her movements to try and hear it better. Sam. It was Sam screaming. Sarah quickened her efforts to free herself. She managed to bust the headboard enough to free the chain.
Sam's screams continued downstairs. Sarah got up from the bed, her hands still handcuffed together and searched for a gun. She found one stashed in the closet of the room, then she slowly ventured into the hall and down the stairs. The screaming grew louder as she neared the basement door.
"Let me out of here, please! Help!" she heard Sam yell clearly as she opened the door.
She crept down the stairs but didn't see anyone, so she hurried over to the panic room door.
"Sam? Sam, are you okay?" she asked moving to unlock the door.
"Wait." Dean growled, grabbing her shoulder and her gun.
She reacted defensively and elbowed him in the stomach. Then pressed her heel on his toes.
"Ow! Sarah stop! It's me!" he groaned then turned her around and pressed her against the wall.
"Dean?" she asked. "What's going on? I woke up handcuffed to the bed, and now I find Sam's locked in the panic room. What happened?"
"You don't remember?" He asked, still holding her against the wall.
"No… what's going on, Dean? You're scaring me."
"What's the last thing you remember?" he asked.
Sarah thought for a moment then said, "Um… We were investigating the cannibal lovers… then it gets really fuzzy."
Dean stared at her for a moment trying to decide if she was lying or not. Sighing he said, "Alright, we need to talk. Come on." Then he picked up her gun and walked toward the stairs.
"What about Sam?"
"He stays in there. Come on, I'll explain upstairs."
She followed him upstairs and into the living room. "Hey, do you have the key to these handcuffs?" she asked.
He turned to look at her, "Um… Have a seat." His face was so serious looking, so full of pain and frustration.
"Tell me." She said after taking a seat on the couch.
"What did Michael tell you?" he asked bluntly.
"What?" Sarah asked.
"Right before Michael zapped you back to this year, he whispered in your ear. What did he say?"
"I don't… know… what you're talking about. What would that have to do with this stuff anyway?" She asked trying desperately to remember anything from the previous day.
"Cut the crap. I am in no mood for games." He said harshly.
She narrowed her eyes at him, "I'm not playing any games! Tell me what the hell is going on! And while you're at it take these damn things off of me!"
He huffed then said, "The horseman famine was behind all of those crazy deaths. Just him being there made everyone rabid for what they craved most."
"So… Sam…?"
"Fell off the wagon." Dean said sarcastically.
"So… did we get him at least?" she asked, too nervous to ask about what she did.
"Yeah. Sam took care of him."
Silence filled the room before, Sarah finally asked, "Why was I handcuffed to the bed upstairs?"
"To keep you from killing yourself." He said very bluntly.
"What? Why would I…" she said very surprised.
"You tell me."
"I don't know, Dean. That's why I'm asking you." She spat back.
"Let's see if this rings any bells… 'It hurts too much.'" Dean said while mimicking staring at a gun. "Bang."
She gave him a skeptical look, "You can't be serious."
"I've never been more serious."
"I don't believe it. You're making this up. What are you doing? Trying to play some sick prank on me? Well it's not funny." Sarah ranted angrily.
"Are you trying to tell me that you've never thought about offing you're self?" he retorted.
Sarah looked up at him a moment then stood, turning her back to him, obviously upset. "Like you haven't."
"This isn't about me."
"Then what is it about?"
"This is about you throwing yourself at me then trying to kill yourself."
Sarah stared down as flashes of the previous day went through her mind. "I… oh my… I threw myself at you."
"Yep."
"I… I'm sorry…" she started saying then looked up at him, "You pushed me away. How did you do that if Famine was in control of us?" Dean just looked at her. "If I remember correctly, Cas was infected, so was Sam and I. But you weren't, were you? Why is that?"
"I don't know, but that's not the point to all of this."
"What is then?"
"This is about what Michael told you."
"Dean, I'm not doing this. We always end up talking in circles and I hate it. Just let me out of these." She said tiredly.
"What so you can try to kill yourself again?" he retorted.
"What do you care, Dean? Would it really bother you if I did? Because if my memory is right, you don't need me. You don't feel anything for me anymore." She spat before walking out of the room.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"To get out of these things since you won't help me." She mumbled as she walked up the stairs a few minutes later, she reemerged with newly freed hands and a bag.
"You can't think that we are going to let you just leave." Dean said from his seat on the stairs as she walked passed him.
She stopped and said without turning to face him, "Dean… let's be honest. You have much more important things to worry about then me, so how about we take care of this right now. We both know, you are much better off without me. We are poison to each other. Nothing good ever comes from us being together. So… I will be leaving and we both know that you don't really want to stop me." Dean just sat there with his jaw set, staring at the floor. "Can I see Sam?"
Dean just stood up and led her back downstairs. He then opened the little window to the panic room, then stepped aside. She rolled her eyes at him and looked in the room. Sam was sitting on the bed trying to control his shaking.
Sarah pulled open the door and walked in. "Hey, Sambo." She said walking over to him as Dean closed them in.
Sam slowly looked up at her. "Hey."
She sat down next to him and put one arm around his shoulders and with the other she covered his shaking hands, "Shhh… Sam. You'll be better soon." She whispered soothingly, pulling him closer until his head rested on her shoulder. She placed a kiss on the top of his head as she stroked his hair. "I'm so sorry you have to go through this again."
"I… I'll be… fine." He struggled to say.
"You should try and sleep." She said moving his face so she could look at him. "Just remember, Sambo, you have been the best brother I could have ever asked for. I love ya, Sammy." Then she kissed his cheek and stood up.
He grabbed her hand before she could walk away. "You're leaving."
"Be good, Sambo." She said, slowly removing her hand from his, before walking over to the door. Tears streaming down her face. The door opened for her and she walked out, passed Dean.
She had reached the stairs before Dean said, "What I don't even get a goodbye?"
She sighed and turned to face him. "Goodbye, Dean." She pulled him in for a hug. "Take care of yourself." She then pulled back and left without another word.