Big new plot arc here we come! Sam gets a love interest now too! This is probably the most ambitious bit of Fanfic I've ever written. Reviews and ideas are SO beyond appreciated.
A lot of weird things had happened in Sam Winchester's life. But this was up there.
Two Franciscan priests, in their habits, at his door. One of them carrying an unconscious young woman, her hands and feet stained with blood.
"Hi there," the older of the two men said, "I'm Father Patrick. This is Father Casey. We have someone here we think you should meet."
"Excuse me?" Was all Sam could manage.
"You're one of the Winchesters right?" Asked the younger of the two men, Father Casey. He was clearly straining from the weight of the unconscious body in his arms.
"I am but…" Sam started as the two friars elbowed past him into the bunker.
"I don't think you understand," Sam said, following after them, "We don't take in battered women. You might be thinking of Wolverine Human Services?"
"Oh she's not a domestic abuse victim," Father Patrick said, "Think of her as a…divining rod."
"Excuse me?" Sam said again.
"She's also kinda heavy," Father Casey said - walking confidently down the steps, through the bunker and into the kitchen.
"I really don't mean to be disrespectful but…" Sam was at a loss, "Just…give me a minute. Would you?"
"Don't mind us," Father Casey said as he unceremoniously dumped the unconscious woman onto the kitchen table.
Sam ran for the garage - last he'd checked Dean was working on the Impala with Miriam out there. Sophie was…somewhere? Teaching maybe. Yeah. That was right.
When Sam reached the garage he could hear Dean walking Miriam through the different tools again.
"This one is a flat head screwdriver," Dean said gently, "Because?"
"Not a star!" Miriam cried happily.
"And the other kind?" Dean asked.
"Pilib's head," Miriam said confidently.
"Good job!" Dean encouraged.
"Pilib's head star shaped. Like Pilib apostle…point to Jesus bright like a star," Miriam said intently as Sam walked in.
Sam chuckled in spite of himself.
"Don't look at me," Dean said, "I'm just teaching her how to fix the car. I'm guessing the whole apostle and Jesus star thing came from Sister Margaret."
"Well given Sister Margaret's never ending charity is literally what allows us to do our jobs…" Sam shrugged.
"What's up?" Dean asked, taking a ratchet that Miriam was shoving in his direction.
"There's a…situation," Sam said, "We have visitors."
"What?" Dean asked, "We don't get visitors."
"We do today," Sam said.
"You need backup?" Dean wiped his hands on a rag as he spoke, reaching over to do the same for Miriam.
"Not done yet!" Miriam protested.
"We gotta take a little break buddy," Dean said, "Besides…you need a nap."
"I don't want a nap," Miriam said confidently.
"Yeah but you were throwing shop rags at me a minute ago," Dean said, "You only do that when you're tired. Come here now."
Miriam protested until Dean reminded her that she got to nurse if she tried to sleep.
"That gets her chilled out real quick," Dean laughed as they made their way to the kitchen, "Sophie's in our room. I'm gonna grab her. Find Cas?"
"On it," Sam said, "And Dean…"
"Yeah?" Dean asked.
"Don't be…startled," was all Sam said.
"Sam wants us in the kitchen," Dean said, poking his head into their bedroom. Sophie was sitting at the desk fiddling with something on her laptop, "You on a work work thing or a my work thing or a pet project thing…"
"I'm trying to figure out how many grow lights it would take to produce cucumbers in a windowless room," Sophie said, "But it can wait. What's up?"
"Mama!" Miriam squealed, wriggling out of Dean's arms.
"Hello lamb," Sophie said, picking her up.
"You sure that's okay?" Dean asked as they made their way to the kitchen, "I mean we…and you thought…"
"Even if that night two weeks ago was a success," Sophie said, "It would't be a problem. Those first couple weeks your sturdy as all get out. I can carry my kid until a doctor says otherwise."
"Just checking," Dean put his hands up in surrender.
And then they turned the corner into the kitchen and both of them froze.
Two priests. Franciscans based on their habits. And a bloody, unconscious body on the kitchen table.
"Can we help you?" Sophie asked, attempting to be polite even though she had exactly no idea what was going on. They were priests after all.
"This is a Miss Lydia Hartfield," Father Patrick said.
"And?" Dean prompted.
"She can see the spirit world," Father Casey told them, stretching his neck and rolling his shoulders.
"She can do what?" Dean asked.
"See the spirit world," Father Patrick repeated.
"And you know this how?" Dean asked.
"We're exorcists," Father Patrick replied simply.
"Because that explains everything, right?" Sophie put in.
"We think so!" Father Casey said cheerfully.