Hey! I just need to address something that I've heard a lot since I started this story. Many people have said this 'Sister-fic' is just me being coddled by the Winchesters. And, first of all, this is not supposed to be one of those sis-fics. This is supposed to be more of a 'best friend, or brother and sister figure fics.' I didn't base Samantha off of me. Or anyone I know. She just pretty much came to me and I decided to write her.
She isn't going to be the 'I'm a young girl and these two olders guy have to constantly save me from evil and cry over me when I get a splinter.' Samantha is pretty much looking out for these boys as much as she can and doesn't really care what happens to her that much, she's not going to want the boys to baby her just because she got herself hurt. The boys are going to be the boys and of course be concerned for her, and care about her in a little sister way but, I repeat, they're not going to coddle her. They are going to let her hunt, maybe even be bait for a monster sometimes, maybe if they know it's a stupid idea, they're going to make Samantha stay back.
I can't promise that they're aren't going to be 'chick-flick' moments. I put a warning on the first chapter that there is going to be. What kind of film or book doesn't have a few heart-to-heart moments? Now that that is out of the way, also wanted to say I'm about to start a job at the local bookstore. So, in case I ever get behind updates again, feel free to yell at me. I might need the reminder. As always, enjoy this chapter and leave me your thoughts!
"Sam, you look like you're sucking on a lemon, what's going on?" Dean asks. I look away from the van we're parked near, that is supposed to be owned by this Andy guy. No sign of him yet though. Sam glances at Dean and starts speaking with a worried, cautious tone.
"This Andrew Gallagher, he's the second guy like this we've found, Dean. Demon came to them when they were kids, now they're killing people." I gulp slightly and look down, too afraid that if I met Sam's eyes, he could see that I killed someone too.
"We don't know what Andrew Gallagher is, all right? He could be innocent." Dean maintains.
"My visions haven't been wrong yet."
"What's your point?" Dean asks with slight agitation in his voice. Sam looks down at his lap before sparing a quick glance towards me.
"My point is, I'm one of them. And so is Samantha." At that I finally lift my head and meet Dean's worried eyes.
"No, you're not." Dean argues. Though if I had a say in it, I would think Dean is worried about us going crazy. Hell, I'm worried that I've already gone crazy.
"Dean, the demon said he had plans for me and children like me." Sam says. I sigh and mutter a 'oh my god' under my breath before moving my gaze to Sam.
"Listen, we're not going to go evil. We haven't done it yet, we're not ever going to. Dean is looking out for you, he would never let you. You're a good man. So is Dean. And we all know what this world can do to you. But you guys have been through more shit than I have and you came out good and almost unscathed. We'll be okay. But if we keep talking like this shit is inevitable, it will happen. So stay positive dude, think about how after this hunt we can go out for ice cream and matching fanny packs." Sam nods and Dean grins at the last part.
"Fanny packs?" He asks.
"Fanny packs, motherfucker."
-000-
"That's him. That older guy, that's him, that's the shooter." Sam and I both say as we watch Andy walking down the street, waving to a pretty girl in an apartment above him, getting free coffee from a stranger, and then finally shaking the Doctor's hand. The same guy we saw in our vision. Dean gives him a once over before turning towards Sam, half looking towards me too.
"All right, you keep on him, I'll stick with Andy. Go." He says and we don't second guess him. I grab the gun that Dean hands me and stuff it in the back waistband of my jeans, making sure the cheap black leather jacket, I got a few days ago with my own money, is covering it. Dean tells me to stand up and I do as I open the door.
"Alright you're good. Now go." He says after he checked to make sure that there was no possible way to see that I have a gun on me. I nod and wave at him as I close the Impala's backdoor and run to Sam, almost tripping over my worn shoes. Damn, I need new shoes. I finally reach Sam and walk beside him as I try not to breathe too hard. Shit, I really need to get into shape.
"I need like boots or something. I've had these shoes for three years." I say as I observe the sole of my grey shoe is slowly falling off. Sam glances at the shoe and frowns slightly but quickly looks back up so we can keep our eyes on the doctor.
"We'll stop somewhere after this job, we can't have you tripping while we're running away from a ghost or something." He says though I'm not really sure if he's telling himself to do that or if he's reassuring me. Either way, I'll have reliable shoes soon. I glace back at where the Impala was parked and see it's already gone.
"So, if this actually is about to happen, how the hell are we gonna stop it?" I glance at the doctor smiling at people passing him. He really doesn't seem like the guy to kill someone. Though, I guess most psychopaths don't actually know that they're psycho. Maybe I'm psycho. Who the hell knows anymore? Dammit, get your head in the game, Samantha. I shake my thoughts away before feeling a smile grace my lips before I unconsciously start humming 'Get Your Head in The Game'.
"What are you humming?" Sam asks annoyed after a few moments of watching the doctor not kill anyone.
"A High School Musical song." I mutter before going back to humming. Sam looks at me with his 'You're fucking weird and I'm not sure why I'm talking to you' eyes before looking back to the old guy.
"Okay, what's that?" I gape at him, wondering how the hell anyone doesn't know what High School Musical is.
"It's pretty much my religion. How do you not know what it is? That one Zac Afro guy is the main character." Sam shakes his head and suddenly becomes even more serious, tenser. I stop humming and look ahead of me, seeing the doctor answer his phone. Right where he answered the phone in the vision. Sam and I share a quick look.
"I'll go see what I can do to get the people out of the store, you stay following the guy. Just don't get killed and stay a few feet behind him." Sam says and before I can answer, he's already run across the street. Passing in front of the bus we saw in the vision.
The Doctor starts walking across the street to the store, me following, but only seconds later the fire alarm to the gun store is blasting and everyone is evacuating. I observe as the doctor stops and tilts his head for a second, as if confused, and turns back around. I panic, afraid he might realize we're following him and turn my head sharply to the left so I'm looking into the oncoming traffic and the old man can't see me. Thankfully, he passes right by me without a second glance and I take the chance to take a deep breath before following him again, not even looking at Sam. Hopefully, this following him business turns out to be useless and he doesn't kill anyone. Though as I think that, I can't help but feel this isn't going to end in my favor.
I follow the doctor as he turns onto a street, walking past the store he was originally going into, and right across from Sam as he's on the phone with someone. I hear the rumble of the Impala behind me and I almost take my eyes off the doctor to see where Dean is but the doctor's phone rings and he answers it. Please be someone else. Please be someone else. Please- I get cut off on my praying thoughts as the doctor starts walking in the middle of the street. With a bus coming full speed straight at him.
"Doctor!" I scream and start sprinting, shoving past a few people, and running into the street. He doesn't even glance up at me but I still try to beat the bus. Just as I almost touch his arm, an old tan town car's wheels squeal and I quickly turn, putting my hands on the hood of the car as it nudges my leg. Then, I feel blood splatter on me.
-000-
Sam's POV
"Samantha!" My eyes search desperately for the one person who I can't seem to find. She was right there! Did she get hit?! Oh god.
"Sammy? What happened?" Dean's panicked voice asks through the phone. I double search through the crowd and almost crumble when I don't see the familiar face.
"Samantha! Dammit, answer me!" I yell, refusing to believe that our new friend is already dead. I relay what just happened to Dean and he hangs up saying he's almost there. I'm about to go run to the bus and see if I can find Samantha hiding inside it or something but I quickly come to a stop as she shakingly steps around the edge of the bus, blood spattered over her. I feel myself physically relax and a deep breath shakes itself out of my mouth.
"Thank god, are you alright?" I ask gently as I walk over to her and lead her to the sidewalk, sitting on the curb. When she just shrugs, I find my eyes attracted to the blood smeared road and feel the disappointment of not helping him overwhelm me. We sit in silence for the next twenty minutes.
-000-
"You guys alright?" Dean asks. I look up and see him running towards us. He kneels down in front of me and casts a glance to the medics putting the ruined body of the doctor on a gurney. I nod and bite my lip as I see the doctor get ran over and not knowing if Samantha got taken down with him. At some point when we were waiting for Dean to arrive, Samantha started to shiver and I automatically put my arm around her shoulder, bringing her head closer to my chest, my chin resting on top of her head. We both saw him get ran over. We both failed to help him. We both understand the shock from seeing his death.
Dean glances at Samantha and I shake my head slightly, indicating that she hasn't talked yet.
"We kept him out of the gun store. I thought he was okay. I thought he was past it, at least...Samantha saw him walking in the street and ran after him. But the bus was just too fast." I say, staring as the gurney is lifted towards the Ambulance, a body bag covering the body, and the body gets into the vehicle.
"None of us knew that it could happen again. It's none of our faults. Now we have to go get the Impala."
-000-
We found the Impala outside the diner we found Andy's friend earlier. The keys in the car. Dean gushed over the car, we argued about him thinking it wasn't Andy dong the killings. Samantha stared out the window. Dean and I checked Andy's van out while Samantha held her head in her hands, sitting in the backseat. So, while Dean pulls into a diner and is about to get out, hearing Samantha's voice makes both of us jump.
"I need to head to the gas-station right there." I look over to the right of the car and see one of the chain gas-stations, two cars in the parking lot. Dean meets my eyes, asking a silent question. You asking or am I? I sigh and decide to take the toll this time, turning in the seat so I can look at her.
"How come?" I see her green eyes roll and she meets my gaze this time, irritation mirroring her scrutiny. Even though she's grumpy, I couldn't be happier. I was worried that she already had too much of this, I was worried she broke. But ever since I met her, she's proven many times that I shouldn't underestimate her. She's a lot stronger than she seems, and if getting tortured by a grown man trying to kill some vegan vamps doesn't prove it, certainly seeing a grown man getting run over by a bus and not giving up proved it.
"One, I need to call my uncle and two, my clothes are covered in blood. And I need to buy some stuff." She says, taking on her usual tone of 'fuck with me and I'll fuck you up.'
"What stuff?" Dean asks this time, looking at her in the rear-view mirror. Samantha clenches her jaw and looks at the gas-station, like she's wondering why she's even having to tell us this.
"Coffee, a charger, tape, and tampons. For when an ungodly amount of blood flows out of my vagina." Her clipped tone replies. My eyes widen and I can see Dean almost gagging in the corner of my eye. He's unusually pale too.
"A-alright. We're taking this food to go, so just call us when you're done and we'll come get you." Dean says, nodding too quickly. Samantha nods and gets a smug look on her face before pushing the door open and grabbing the ten dollar bill from Dean. The door slams closed and Dean stares at me wide-eyed.
"Women are less emotional with chocolate around, right?" He asks, a hopeful gleam in his eyes.
- Samantha's POV
"No, I'm fine. I just kind of went into shock I guess. Seeing someone get plowed by a bus can do that." A chuckle comes through the line and my uncle replies through the phone as a beep surfaces from the phone speakers, indicating I have a text message.
"Well, we're all glad you're okay. Listen, Ronnie and I were talking last night. I think that we're going to start training with Ryleigh. My job just fired me because I kept on having to leave unexpectedly and no other places are hiring. The condo is getting taken away from us, we're already packing but we can't afford to move anywhere. We all think that it would be best to take a permanent road trip, go where there's hunt and take care of it." The small smile I had, instantly drops off my face as I listen to him.
"I know that I'm literally like 30 years younger than you and I shouldn't be telling you what to do, but I think that's not the best idea. You have a little girl, and your back is still not in full health after that car accident. If you have no reasons in your mind not to do this, I can't stop you. But, I could get into contact with this hunter I know. He's good and he knows everyone. You could probably stay with him for a while until you get all your ducks in a row." I pick up the black phone charger and look at the price, my eyes widening as I do. Shit, I guess this has to in my bra. The phone makes a noise like my uncle is shuffling his phone before he comes back on the phone.
"Alright. You call him and tell me what he says, Ryleigh just got home from school." I nod and say my goodbyes as I walk to the other end of the aisle where the cashier can't see me. Quickly stuffing the charger in my bra, making sure you can't see any lumps, before walking to the fridge area and grabbing one of the cold coffees, next I grab some black duct tape and some gauze for wounds before deciding that that's all I can afford right now. As I start walking to the check-out, I see a black SUV pull up to the gas pump.
A lady clambers out of the car and starts to get the car ready to pump the gas. I turn away and lay the items on the counter, smiling politely at the old man behind the counter. As I look down to my phone, seeing Wade sent me a text, I can hear the monotone beeping of the scanner before it stops and I look back up, seeing the price is nine dollars and eighty cents. Of course, not counting the twenty dollar charger in my bra. The guy starts putting the items in a bag, I take the chance to look at the parking lot again. That's when my heart almost stops. The lady from the SUV is showering herself with gasoline.
I immediately start sprint out the glass door, not caring about my phone ringing or the shattering of glass at the door hits the brick wall. I'm only focused on this woman who may or may not be under the influence of mind-control. Some guy behind me screams at the woman as she goes into her car and gets the car lighter. As she starts placing it on her arm, I jump and tackle the woman to the ground, almost apologizing as her head hits the ground and she's immediately knocked out.
But she's not on fire, and thankfully when I tackled her, the lighter scattered somewhere not near us. I don't even bother to get off the lady for a second. I just lean over her and try to catch my breath as I hear police sirens screaming in the distance. I gotta get out of here. So I do. I take my bags from the old man that's now standing a few feet away from us, gaping at the woman and run.