It's been about two months since the Croatoan disease made its presence known in the small town. Two months since it pulled a Roanoke and disappeared off the face of the Earth. Two months since Dean revealed to us what John said. 'You save them. Or you have to kill them.' While Sam fumed, I stared at the ground. What kind of father says that to his son?
I felt bad for Dean. He had the weight of the world on his shoulders. I understood what he meant when he was speaking to me and Sam two months earlier, about how tired he was.
It was only two weeks after Croatoan that Sam left. Went to go find other psychic kids. Dean and I eventually found him, after Ellen's help of course, then got taken hostage by Gordon. He tried to off me. But I bit his hand when he was trying to slit my throat. Then a grenade went off and a few seconds later Sam came in, barefoot.
Then Gordon was in jail. And Ava was gone, one of the psychic kids Sam found.
We saved a woman and her daughter from the grandma's dead sister.
A month ago the boys were on the news.
"We're here downtown in front of the City Bank of Milwaukee, and though a short exchange of weapons fire occurred just minutes ago, police and SWAT teams maintain position as we enter the third hour of this intense standoff." I look up from my notebook containing my Latin that I've been learning.
"Authorities estimate as many as ten hostages are being held inside the bank; no word as yet on the identity of the suspects, or, uh," Then people are yelling behind her.
"Something's happening. I think they're opening the door. Roger, are you getting this?" The camera zooms in. I drop my notebook, put my shoes on and run out of the room, muttering a 'Fucking hell'.
When I got there people kept me from going inside, so I looked for another entrance. To no avail. But I found the impala. And hotwired it as I waited for the boys…hopefully. I outright laughed in their face when they came running around the corner and the first song lyrics I heard were 'Oh, mama, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law'. The boys didn't find the humor in it. Instead they glared at me and agreed that we were all indeed 'screwed'.
Week after that, we had an 'angel' case. I learned Sam is religious.
But it turned out to be a ghost. We still ended up questioning God though when Dean came back and told us about the car accident with the other guy who was targeted by the ghost last.
Then it was Sam possessed. Dean got shot, I got a shoulder out of place. Jo got knocked out and tied up to a pole in the bar. Dean never called her back.
Bobby, being Bobby, was bad-ass and put holy water in the beer Sam was drinking when he, the demon, went to go kill Bobby. Dean was beat up, I was knocked out, and Bobby saved the day again when he undid the binding sigil. The demon, Meg, was exorcised. Bobby gave all of us anti-possession charms and we left again.
The boys had another talk about Dean not shooting Sam when we thought he turned bad. ('Sam, when Dad told me ... that I might have to kill you, it was only if I couldn't save you. Now, if it's the last thing I do I'm gonna save you.')
We met the Trickster, I liked the Trickster, killed the trickster, helped a woman ghost pass over after she thought she was still alive, killed Sam's girlfriend when she turned out to be a werewolf (I cried that night after I remember how crushed Sam looked), went to Hollywood, glared at Dean when he became a P.A, helped get rid of the ghosts that were killing the people messing with the movie script, and that's what happened in the past two months.
Now, the boys are in jail. Of course it's for a hunt though. I made sure to tell them that my brother was there. I told them to tell him that we all miss and love him. I told them that the warden better be nice to him or else I'll kick their asses.
I lay on the cheap motel room bed and turn on the TV. Then, turn it back off when all I see is the breaking news of 'The Catching of the Winchester Brothers'. Only one station had a picture of me, asking people to call if they had any information on me. I laughed when I saw the picture was of me and my brother in our baseball gear after we played a small game with his friends.
But reality catches up and I quickly pack all my bags, making sure nothing is left behind from the brothers, and leave the room key on the bed before stuffing everything in the impala and driving to find another motel. The boys said to try and switch motels every other day while they're in there. Something about not wanting to be recognized. I'm just about to turn in the 'Motor City Inn' but stop at the last second.
We don't have enough money as it is. I'm not going to waste some on a cheap motel room I won't even spend the majority of my time in. So I decide to drive around the town for a while, turning on different roads when I see police, and eventually find my way to a busy grocery store. I park at the very end of the parking lot and lock all the doors. I grab Dean's jacket from the backseat and lay down on the bench seat.
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Dean's POV
"Maybe him?" I look to where Sam nodded his head at. Blonde hair, grey eyes, mean scowl. I shake my head.
"No. Doesn't fit the description." I take another bite of the, surprisingly, average slop of prison food.
"Whatever, we'll find him later. All right, so let's go back over this, Dean." I nod, shoveling another forkful of food in my mouth.
"Spirit suspect number one is Mark Moody, right?"
"Yeah, psycho killer extraordinaire – Satanism, ritual murderer, died in jail."
"You sure it's him?" I shrug and look over to the table across the room. Four guys at the table, three of them are talking about some letters they got, the fourth one is looking right at us. I meet his stare until his friend eventually brings him back into their conversation.
"Pretty sure." I look at the table with the four guys again. The one guy meets my eyes again. Longish brown hair, blue eyes, soft but tough at the same time, look to his eyes. Samantha's brother.
"Dean, considering our circumstances, I'm gonna need a little bit better than 'pretty sure.'" I look back at my brother and answer as best as I can.
"Really pretty sure. Moody died of a heart attack, which is what all the victims in here are dying of. He died in the old cell block, which they closed after he croaked, 30 years ago. They just opened that back up. That's when the killings started. Besides, if it's not him; we still have Samantha to do research. She could probably do the digging too." Sam gets a doubtful look in his eyes.
"You didn't see her when we were taken by Gordon. She had every right to be terrified but she, stupidly, kept on throwing punches even when we didn't have a chance to beat him. She can handle a ghost." I hope to God that I'm right, especially when Sam agrees that it would be easier for Samantha to do the ghost work. We talk about the case for a little bit, until we get up and start to go throw away our food. I don't notice when Sam bumps into the big guy. But I hear his voice.
"Sorry, I-" I turn around. I notice someone moving to throw away their food in the corner of my eye.
"Watch where you're going."
"Yeah, sure. I-"
"He said he was sorry, Lucas. Let it go." I spin around at the new voice, seeing Samantha's brother looking at the big guy with a raised eyebrow.
"You're talking to me, Ricki?" I watch as Ricki throws his hands up in a 'really?' manner.
"There's nobody else here named Lucas. Now, stop quoting 'Taxi Driver' and let the guy go." I find it weird that there's only one guy named Lucas in here. Lucas walks away and I turn towards Ricki.
"I guess that's the way to talk to them for instant respect, right?" Sam and I share a confused look when Ricki shakes his head a no. We're not so confused when Lucas comes back and it turns into a full blown fight between the two. Until I pull Lucas off Ricki and Lucas punches me. Then it's a fight between three of us.
"That's enough!" I hear Ricki groan from beside me. Ricki and I both step away from Lucas when the warden and a guard steps up next to us.
"On your feet, Lucas." Lucas gets up, muttering a 'Yes, sir, boss.' I don't flinch when the warden whips out his baton and holds it under my chin.
"What's your name?"
"Winchester."
"Well, Winchester ... not a good start." He pauses and looks at all three of us. "Solitary. You too, Ricki, Lucas." Ricki swears when we're manhandled into separate cells.
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Samantha's POV
Dean's blood. It covers the walls. It's painted onto his skin. I can't bear to look at his grinning face. I look right. Sam's blood is covering me. It's everywhere. The metallic smell of blood is so strong I feel a dry heave coming up my throat. He grins down at me.
"No."
"You're tainted. Evil."
-000-
I wake up just as Gordon's fist is about to strike me. I gasp for breath. God, I can't breathe. I can't see straight. Where am I? Something is ringing. I finally open my eyes. When were my eyes closed? It's morning now. I'm outside a grocery store. I was waiting for the brothers. They're alive. I finally find the source of the ringing. My phone. I answer it without checking the caller ID.
"Hello?" I act like I didn't hear my own voice crack.
"Samantha?" I clear my throat and sit up when I hear Dean's voice.
"Yup?" The line is silent for a while.
"Listen, we should be done soon. Sam's just about to leave. So…y'know."
"Alright. I'll be there in an hour." He hangs up and I sigh. I should tell someone about these reoccurring nightmares. But, I won't. That's just not my style. So I start the engine and start making my way to the prison.
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Ricki's POV
"Why are we doing this again?" I ask the older Winchester. Dean and Sam Winchester. I knew who they were the minute they stepped in this place. Rachel told me all about them over the phone. How they took Samantha in and how much happier she looks. I was happy for her. I just don't know why she's hanging around a pair of psychotic, murdering, thieves. But I trust Samantha. And if what the brothers told me is true…
"So you can get out to the guys cell and burn the blood." Sam nods his head and moves an inch forward as the line moves forward.
"Right. To…to get rid of the ghost you say is haunting the prison…" I pause. "Right, okay. Anything else I need to know?" Sam and Dean share a look.
"Um…your sisters a hunter of the supernatural too?" Dean states it as more of a question.
"Right. Okay. Yeah. So she…she's killing evil?" Dean finally gets his food, adding in a sarcastic comment.
"Yup, and saving a few people." At least I gave her a few lessons on self-defense and gun training. I know she can handle herself in a fight. I nod at the guy giving me food. He nods back.
"Wonderful." Sam stays next to the kitchen door as Dean sits next to Tiny.
"Hey! Datili!" I look up to the guy who served us the food.
"Can you grab another plate from the back?" There it is. My excuse to go. I shake my head a yes and go through the door.
"Thanks, man." He smiles as I pass him.
"Just stay out of trouble and be with your family." I knew being friends with Shawn would pay off. I grab the salt shaker, the lighter fluid Sam gave said would be here, and catch the matchbox Shawn threw to me. At least he didn't question why we needed this stuff. Maybe he knows. Maybe he doesn't care. All he knows is that I'm getting out.
I huff. Then climb into the small vent. Five minutes later I finally find where I'm supposed to drop out at.
"Fucking Winchesters." I growl under my breath then kick out the cover. I hold my breath for a few seconds, listening for anyone that might be coming, then jump down. I walk to the open cell door, wincing when I find the blood covered pillow. I take out the salt.
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Samantha's POV
"25 bottles of beer on the wall, 25 bottles beer. Take one down, pass it around. 24 bottles of beer on the wall." I take a deep breathe.
"24 bottles of beer on the wall, 24 bottles of beer!" I pick up my ringing phone.
"Take one down, pass it around. 23 bottles of beer on the-Hello?" I hear an amused snort on the other line.
"You're down to 23?" I look around at the dark sky again. The boys were several hours late at getting out. I've been here for over eleven hours.
"Yup. I'm still here by the way. Haven't even eaten. I was terrified of leaving then you guys getting out while I was gone." To prove the point, my stomach growls.
"Sorry about that. Dean was supposed to call. Your brother burnt the blood but apparently it wasn't him. It's a nurse. She killed Tiny." I stiffen.
"My brother? YOU FUCKING BROUGHT MY BROTHER INTO THIS?!" My scream is so loud It hurts my own ears.
"Yeah. I'm sorry. But listen, he has friends in here, connections. It helped. I mean, he thought we were batshit crazy when we told him what it was. Like really, I thought he was going to kill us. But, then when he was in solitary he saw the thing. So…" I'm silent. I'm afraid that if I speak I could say something I regret.
"I'm really sorry." His voice is sincere. But I still fear anger bubbling under my skin.
"What do you need?" I ask instead. There's always a reason for him calling. It's not like he just wants to check up on me.
"We have a location. But…" People are listening. "Our lawyer is meeting you at the nearest park. She promised she won't call the cops. So just…get there carefully. Watch out for them." Watch out for the police. They're looking for you.
"Okay. Call me in two hours. I should be done." We hang up and I sit there for a moment. Only two months ago I swore I was dead. My phone dings with a text. I look down. It's Rachel. We've been texting ever since she visited us those months ago. We even met up last month at a park. We were passing through the town for a hunt. I've even seen Wade a few times. He'd come up to meet me when we were close by.
I don't respond to the text yet, instead I start driving towards the park on the edge of town. The farthest park away. Obvious really. He's not going to give away my location with other people listening in on the conversation.
The meeting is quick. The lawyer was very kind. Even told me that she'll try and get the cops off my trail as best as she can. I start driving to the cemetery. It takes almost an hour to find Green Valley Cemetery. I know the cops must know something is going on by now so I try to hurry as I grab a shovel, the salt, and the box of matches. I run as fast as I can to find the grave. I do five minutes later.
'Dolores Glockner 1934 – 1976' I sigh. Then start digging.
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"You." Pant. Dig.
"Fucking." Pant. Dig.
"Bitch." Pant. Dig.
This is much harder than I expected it to be. This is why I'm with the guys. So they can do the hardwork. Pant. Dig. Pant. Dig. Pant. Dig. Pant. I hit something.
"Yes." I mutter under my breath. I quickly rid of the left over dirt and open the casket.
"I'm going to puke." If the situation was different, I would've laughed at how high pitched my voice went. I hold my breath. Cover the body in gasoline, spread salt over the body, and get thrown in the air.
I look over and see a flickering body hovering right next to me. God damn, her eyes are creepy.
"You're helping them!" She screams and goes straight for me. I roll to the side and jump up, running towards the grave again, desperately trying to get the match to catch fire. The nurse appears right in front of me and swipes me across the face, effectively sending me flying straight into a tree. I cry out when my side meets the tree. She appears in front of me again. Think. Think. Salt. Fucking salt. Of course.
I open the box and fling it anywhere my arm can reach. I don't even look if it exiled her. I run straight to the grave and light the match. Then throw it in the grave. I don't stay to see if she burns up. I run straight to the car, taking my extra layer of flannel and trying to stop the bleeding on my side with it.
"Fucking Winchesters." I chuck the supplies in the trunk then get in the driver's side.
"'It can't leave'. They said. 'It's tied to the prison' they said. Well. You were fucking wrong!" I back out of the cemetery. I make my way slowly to the prison, hissing whenever I have to move my side.
Then my phone rings right when I'm parking next to the side of the prison.
"Hello?" I answer after the standard message is said for the prison call.
"So…?"
"I'm ready to go to Bobby's."
"Good. You can leave in five minutes." Yeah. Just like you said an hour yesterday. When I had to sit there for eleven hours. We hang up.
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Sam's POV
"Take off. I want to handle this alone." I look warily at the Warden when he tells the guard to leave. We watch as the door closes and the warden steps closer to Dean, before placing a hand on the side of his neck.
"Deacon, you are beating the holy hell out of me, man." Dean says as he's turned around so Deacon can uncuff him.
"Sorry, Dean. I thought I was going easy on you." Dean laughs. "Just, uh, trying to make it look real."
"Yeah. Well, mission accomplished." Deacon takes off my handcuffs then Ricki's. I notice his questioning stare.
"Friend of ours." I say shortly. Deacon nods then gives Ricki a genuine smile.
"Stay out of here. Take care of your girls." Ricki gives a grateful smile.
"So it's gone?" Deacon turns back towards us. Dean nods.
"Good. Thing almost got me in the bathroom."
"Well sorry. Don't worry though. It's taken care of." Deacon nods then gives us all one more glance. Then starts moving a vent on the wall to take the cover off. I snort when I hear Ricki mutter a 'not another one'.
"Good. I needed it out of my prison." He comes back to us.
"Boys, uh... I can't thank you enough for this. I know it was asking a lot but you still came through. Your daddy ... raised you right." We all give a small smile.
"Well, we owed you." I can feel Dean staring at me with surprise.
"Yeah." The he pulls both of us into a hug. I notice him give Ricki a slight guilty nod though. Why's he guilty?
"Hope to see you again, huh? Just ... not in here, okay?"
"Yeah, we'll do our best."
"Right."
"Not a chance." We all say simultaneously. Dean turns away and I follow. Ricki after me. We almost crash into each other when Dean turns around abruptly.
"Oh... Where do you want it?"
"What?" Dean smiles. Ricki pauses.
"Wait. I want to do it." Deacon laughs at Ricki.
"Sure…just do it on the cheek." By Ricki's smirk I know he's not going to go soft. Dean backs up and watches as Ricki reels back with a clenched fist.
"Fuck you for letting the guards do that." I don't ask what Ricki means. We already know that the guards beat up on inmates. Add that with Deacon's guilty smile we know that the guards beat up on Ricki.
We wince when he hits Deacon so hard he almost falls to the ground. As we're leaving through the vent I hear Ricki mutter a quick apology.
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Samantha's POV
"Oh, I'm just waiting for my brother." Fuck my life. Fuck my life. Fuck my life.
"Uh huh. And who would that be?" I gulp.
"Harry." I have to stop myself from saying 'Potter' at the end.
"And what's he doing?" I look up at the cop shining a bright flashlight in the car. Good thing I put on Dean's coat so he can't see my blood.
"Putting money on my cousin's account." Hey, at least I'm an okay liar.
"Okay. I need to ask you to get out of the car."
"Hey, my ankle is sprained and it hurts to stand. So could I possi-"
"Get out of the car!" I put my hands up in a surrender manner.
"Okay! Okay! Calm your shit." I flinch when the cop's face hits the window and he slides down to the ground.
"Thanks." I say and slide over so Dean can get in.
"No problem." I pause. Then take in a long, surprised breath.
"Oh my god." I fling myself out of the car, not feeling when my side screams with pain. I run into my brothers arms and hug him as tight as I can.
"It's good to see you too, sister. But he can only remain unconscious so long." I nod and step back, demanding myself to remain my composure. Dean and Sam smile at me, Dean eyeing the jacket, before we all get in the car. Sam and Dean in the front, Ricki and I in the back.
Dean peels out of the parking lot.
"God, it's so good to see you." I smile over at my brother. He smiles back.
"I feel the same. I couldn't be happier to be out." We all sit in happy silence until I eventually look up towards the brothers.
"Wait, won't they notice he's gone?" Dean smiles back at us.
"Two of the most wanted criminals just escaped prison and the warden erased that he's ever been in jail. So I think he's not going to be found." I feel tears build in my eyes.
"Thanks." I croak out. They nod.
We all sit in the car for hours, stopping at McDonalds drive thru for food and we all make small talk for a while until we find ourselves in Kansas.
"So…you guys hunt?" I look over at Ricki completely serious now.
"Yes. But you won't mention it. Or think about it. You'll forget that we even told you. Okay? You won't even remotely go near hunting." I need to know he won't. I need to know he won't throw his life away again. He meets my stare with an equally serious look. Then nods.
"I won't."
"Don't mention it to anyone. Don't look into it. Please." He nods.
"Okay. Be a good father and a good husband. Don't dare go near drugs or alcohol. Get an office job if you have to. Be happy." I don't mention that I see tears in his eyes.
"When did you grow up?"
"I was always mature. I was just afraid to show it." He knows what happened when I acted mature at home. When I would offer to get a job to pay the bills. I would get hit. Sometimes hit. Occasionally locked in my room.
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault." We hug once more and we sit in comfortable silence. Only when do we pull up in front of Rachel's house do we talk again.
"Just…tell Rachel it was us. We got your case moved up and they found you innocent." He agrees. I give him my number, I don't get out of the car too afraid that it'll tear up my side more.
"I love you."
"I love you too. See you soon, buddy." I promise. I watch as he walks into the house. I can hear Rachel's happy yells from the car. I watch tearfully through the window as they hug and Ricki gives me one last smile and we pull away.
Had to change the timeline a little bit with the Warden's attack. Let me know what you think! I haven't got a review in while so I'm not sure if I'm boring people with this.
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