AN: Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! I know, I know. I said Monday was the latest...*headtodesk* I was in and out of sleep most of the time, family and friends popped in and out to see me, I was in a little bit more pain than usual, and I wasn't really up for writing. I sowwy! To any new readers to my army, I had surgery last Friday, hence my absence. To my regular readers, despite the pain, I'm doing really well! But since I'm still my recovery phase, if I happen to vanish; I either had a doctors appointment or I was in pain and didn't feel like writing. This Wednesday I might disappear. I get my stitches out and might take the night off. I've never had stitches stitches. In all the surgeries I've had, I had dissolvable stitches. By the time I would get to see the stitches they would be gone. So this will be fun. Not. Anyways, just keep in mind the next month might have spotty updates as I recover. Also, thank you so much for all your patience! It's always greatly appreciated! And to those who sent me well wishes, hugs and kisses! Thank you! Doing well :) Anyways. day something of the Hellatus and I've been too tired to honestly care. It's the pain medication. It makes me a zombie. Brrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnssssss. Lol! Anyways. Really sorry about the wait. I feel bad for living y'all without an update for so long. The left foot is next! Dun dun duuuuuuuuuuuuuun. I'm sure it won't be as bad as my right. *shrugs* Anyways. Reviews for the last chapter, I got them and will try to answer them. Reviews for this chapter will be answered next chapter. Alright? Let's get going! When we left off, Sam made it to Italy! Let's see what he finds.
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Research and Restless Nights
With Sam In Italy
Sam headed into the archive part of the library in the Vatican. Sam loved it the last time he was here. He found almost everything he needed on the treasure he went looking for the last time he was here. He headed straight upstairs to the hidden section for treasure hunters. He headed down the one flight of stairs behind the secret door and headed to the back of the library. He spotted a familiar face and smiled. He went up to the desk and rang it. He heard a creaking sound coming from the door behind the desk and it opened revealing a small old woman in her late eighties. The little old woman saw Sam and smiled. She slowly made her way to him and gave him a hug which he returned.
"Hello Samuel dear." The old women said with a nice fluid accent.
"Hey Melody." Sam said.
The broke their hug and sat down at one of the tables. Melody telling Sam what all has been happening since his last visit. Melody was the one that saved Sam the last time he was here. Though he didn't remember much, he remembered her. How could he not? She was wonderful. She stayed with him until Dean arrived and still took care of him when Dean had arrived. Sam wrote to her whenever he could, and she would write back. She was also the only one he would allow to call him Samuel. Melody was a Roman Catholic, and here they took their religion seriously, so she called Sam by his full name.
"So Samuel. What brings you here? You should've written to me. Where are you staying? You should stay with me, I want to be sure you are safe." She said.
"That's really kind of you Mel, but I already paid for the hotel." Sam said.
"I insist. I will get you a refund. So, why are you here?" Melody asked.
"I decided to solve my mother's murder once and for all." Sam said fiercely.
"It's about time love. What can I do you for?" She asked.
Melody was a treasure hunter herself once upon a time. Hence the hidden part of the library. She only helped the good guys though. For the bad guys, there was a nice shot gun waiting for them behind the desk, and no it wasn't filled with rock salt. Bad guys beware the old lady. She was packing some serious heat!
Sam told her everything and then showed his notes to her. She read through the notes and looked back at Sam with a knowing smile.
"I think I can help. I'll put on some coffee, it's about to be a long night." She said.
Sam nodded and sent a text to Dean. Just letting him know he was still alright and jumping into more research, just in case he missed anything. He also hoped Dean was okay. He knew his brother would be edge until Sam came home. Once the overprotective big brother, always the overprotective big brother. Once Melody came back with the coffee, they got right to work.
Meanwhile Back at The Bunker
Dean tossed and turned in a cold sweat, mumbling. The nightmares of finding Sam half dead on his last hunt, still plagued him. He whimpered and rolled over again. He muttered and cried out. He then shot up with a shout.
"SAMMY!" He screamed.
He jumped when something jumped on the bed and licked his cheek. He heard a whine and felt another lick on his cheek. He blinked and sighed. It was just Sammy's mutt.
"Hey girl. Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." Dean said patting Makota gently on her back.
Makota barked and whined. She knew what he dreamt about. She dreamt the same thing. Her puppy coming home half dead, looking horrible and mangled. Once Dean calmed down he got out of bed and put on his robe. He picked up his phone and headed to the kitchen. He put on some coffee and checked his phone. He smiled at the text.
Still okay, try to sleep. Only ONE cup. I know you're awake and worried. I'll be alright. -Sammy
Dean snorted at the coffee part. "Kid knows me too well."
Dean made his cup and read the book he was reading. Despite what Sam thought, he did read. Occasionally. While he read and drank his coffee, Makota sat next to the table at attention. After training with Sam and Dean, she was always at the ready. She panted when Dean scratched her ears.
"He's going to be fine. He has to be okay Makota. He's my baby. I can't lose him." Dean said shakingly.
Poor Deanie. He really misses his baby. And Sam's got people ;) Lol.
Until Next Time! Time for my coma *takes painkiller, passes out*
