Title: The Stealer
Description: Sequel to the Hunter
hobbleit - June 13, 2008 06:32 PM (GMT)
A/N: I thought I might as well start posting this now (even though I've only written six chapters). This is the third part to my AU. The first part is The Seeker and the second is Hunter. The first three chapters deal with the end of the Hunter so it's going to be a pretty slow going story (seriously; six chapters in and Im not even up to the main action yet, lol). The title is taken from the Stealer by Free and the song that Dean sings as a lullaby is Weep no More by Bad Company.Chapter OneThey both could hear Sam’s cries of pain and it caused them so much anguish. The house was like a maze but Dean could see the door to freedom. He pulled it open and they both ran to the car.
“Dean! RUN!” He heard Sam scream before he saw him. His little brother was beaten and bloody and running towards them.
“SAMMY!” Dean cried as he saw a man come up behind him. Sam just had time to turn around before the man pulled out a knife and slid it effortlessly into Sam’s stomach. “NO!” Dean yelled as Sam fell to the ground with a lifeless thud. He just lay there and didn’t move. Dean knew he was dead but he didn’t want to believe it. “SAMMY!”
“Dean,” Jess pleaded. “We have to go before they catch us.” Dean made no attempt to move so Jess had to use all her strength to drag him to the Impala. She helped him into the passenger seat before speeding off as quickly as she could.
Dean woke up; a cold sweat dripping down his face. He had the same nightmare over and over most nights and once he woke up he also knew he wouldn’t get back to sleep. He stared at the clock; it was two in the morning. Not wanting to disturb Jess he quietly climbed out of bed and made his way downstairs. He silently walked through the living room, not bothering to turn the lights on; he knew his way round the house in the dark anyway so it made no difference. Heading towards the kitchen, he ran the tap until the water was cold before filling the glass and taking a long drink to soothe his parched throat. He hated those dreams; they only served to remind him of his failure.
It had been a year. One whole year since he had watched his baby brother stabbed in the gut by that bastard Jake and dying alone. He couldn’t save him. To Dean it didn’t matter that Sam had saved their lives; handed them the Colt and gave the opportunity to escape. All that mattered was Sam was dead.
There had been no body to burn or bury. They went back to the place he died shortly after Dean had killed Azazel but all the demons were long gone, as was Sam’s body. Dean supposed that was one of the problems; because he had not been able to gain any closure that a funeral might have done. He sometimes had nightmares about what they might have done to his brother’s body and it made him sick. The more he thought about it the more depressed he became.
His heart wasn’t in the hunt anymore. He and Jess had taken a couple of hunts shortly after Sam had died but Dean came to the decision after a lot of soul searching that he couldn’t do it anymore. Jess had been great and stood by him in his decision, so they found somewhere to live. Bobby had been good enough to offer Dean a job; which was good since Dean’s employment history was not going to bowl anybody over and it wasn’t like he could tell a potential employer that he’d spent most of his life hunting down ghosts, demons and other evil things.
So things soon settled into a routine. The house was small but it was more than adequate for the two of them. Dean was surprised at how little he missed the hunting. He had always thought that he would go crazy if he had to live a normal life but he didn’t. If anything he enjoyed the simplicity of it, getting up, going to work, coming home again. He had been so far removed from normal for so long he had forgotten how good it was.
But he was depressed. Sometimes he felt like crawling into bed, falling asleep and just never waking up. Some days he didn’t even attempt to get out of bed. It was those days that worried Jess the most. She never knew how to react when he acted like this.“Hey,” she said to him one day when he was lying in their darkened room. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m okay,” he lied. The truth was he was far from okay but he didn’t want to worry her.
“What have I said about lying to me?” She asked as she lay down on the bed behind him, wrapped her arms around his chest and kissed his neck.
“That I shouldn’t,” he said; half-sarcastically. Jess smiled, he actually sounded like the old Dean for a moment. But it passed and he became quiet again.
“I know you miss him,” she didn’t say his name but it was obviously she was talking about Sam.
“I miss him so much,” his voice was quiet but it was filled with so much pain it almost broke Jess’ heart.
“We could talk about it if you want.”
Dean shifted on the bed and rested his head on Jess’ chest; closed his eyes and just listened to the beat of her heart. “I should have saved him,” he eventually said.
“You did save him, Dean,” she reassured him.
“Then why isn’t he alive?” His voice was small and childlike.
“Sweetheart, you couldn’t have done anything different to save him. He knew he was going to die, he accepted that. All he wanted was for us to be safe and we are.”
“But it’s not fair. Why do I have to lose my entire family?” Dean could feel the anger welling up inside him and he didn’t think he could keep it buried much longer.
“I know,” Jess soothed, stroking his hair. “It isn’t fair but there’s nothing we can do.”
“I just wish there was.”
And so it continued. Dean had his good days and his bad days but somehow they managed to survive. On his good days Dean went to work and generally managed to act like a normal human being even though he didn’t feel like it and on his bad days the depression kept him down. Bobby understood, he knew what it was like to lose someone he cared about.
Then Jess got pregnant.
It had happened a couple of months after Sam’s death and neither of them had been expecting it. If anything the prospect of becoming a father terrified him beyond belief. He barely had any experience with children and he was scared that he would be a failure. No matter how much Jess tried to reassure him but he was convinced that everything would go wrong.
After all; it was Dean’s life.
His thoughts on the subject changed the moment he had seen his child on the ultrasound scan. It was so tiny yet so perfect; he almost cried to see it. His eyes were transfixed on the monitor and his hand held Jess’ tightly as they joyfully stared at their unborn child. He had never been a believer in love at first sight until that moment. He had fallen completely and totally in love with his child.
After that his depression lifted. He now had a purpose for living again; he was going to be a father and when before the prospect had terrified him, now he was looking forward to it.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX“God, I am getting so big,” Jess commented when she was in her sixth month. She and Dean were curled up in bed one sunny Sunday morning. “When I stand up I can’t even see my toes,” she laughed. Dean smiled and pulled her closer to him, kissing her softly on the lips before wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug.
“You look beautiful,” he reassured her.
“Of course, you’re all glow-y.”
“I am?” Jess asked, giggling and Dean nodded before kissing her again. He rested the palm of his hand on her cheek and gently caressed the soft skin.
“I love you,” he whispered once he had broken the kiss. Even though he had felt it for a long time this was the first time he had said those three words out loud.
“I love you too,” she replied kissing him in return. Jess had never thought she could feel like this for a person after Sam but Dean had taken a place in her heart and filled the gaping hole that had been present since Sam’s disappearance over two years previous. She still loved her former boyfriend, she always will but he was dead and nothing was going to change that. She felt the baby kick; it was like it knew its parents were happy. Jess took Dean’s hand and placed it on her expanding belly.
“I love it when the baby kicks,” he told her, kissing her temple gently. Jess smiled, feeling completely content. For the first time in years she felt like she was in a normal relationship, with a normal boyfriend, living in a nice house and about to have her first child. “What are you thinkin’ about?” He asked, noticing she had gone very quiet all of a sudden.
“I love this,” she said, taking a moment to think. “I love all of it; being here with you in this house and about to have a baby. It feels so good.”
“I know. I never thought that normal would be an attractive life choice but now that I’m living it, it’s not so bad.”
“Not so bad?” Jess laughed. “Anyone would think that you hated being normal.”
“I used to hate normal,” he admitted. “I used to laugh at all those people who settled down and had kids, a white picket fence and a mortgage. But now, after everything that happened; it doesn’t seem like such a scary prospect.”
“You’re going to be a great dad, you know that?”
“You think so?”
“I know so.”[i]
Dean fell in love all over again with his daughter the moment he held her in his arms. She was so small yet so completely perfect in every single way. He could feel himself tearing up just looking at her tiny face but if anyone ever asked, he would deny it to his dying day. They decided to name her Mary after Dean’s mother.
Leaving the kitchen, he made his way back upstairs and back to his and Jess’ room. Walking over to his daughter he stood over her cradle and watched her until she began to stir. He looked over at the clock; it was now three in the morning. He had been downstairs longer than he realised. Before she started to cry Dean picked Mary up and gently held her in his arms.
“Come on, let’s get you something to eat,” he whispered softly; kissing her forehead before carrying her downstairs.
Mary was a month old, Dean couldn’t believe it. She was growing so quickly he felt that if he were to blink then he would miss everything. He heated her bottle and sat down on the sofa to feed her.
“Hey,” he heard Jess’ voice from the doorway.
“Hey, I didn’t want to wake you,” he smiled.
“It’s okay,” she returned the smile and sat down beside him; gently stroking her daughter’s head. “I was awake anyway.”
“So you were just pretending to sleep?”
“I’ve been awake since you had the nightmare; I was just waiting for you to come back to bed.”
“You go back, I’ll be up soon; she’s just being a little fussy tonight, aren’t you sweetheart,” he said to Mary who simply continued to suck on her bottle.
“Okay,” she kissed him quickly before returning to the bedroom.
Once Mary had finished her bottle she was still fussing.
“Oh sweetie, are you gonna settle down for daddy?” Her answer to that was no, she wasn’t going to settle. “Okay, you’re gonna force me to sing aren’t you? I thought so.” Dean searched his brain for any lullabies but he couldn’t think of any; so he sang the first song that came into his head. “Well, you asked for it,” Dean cleared his throat and began to sing. [i]“Mary; don’t you weep no more, Mary; don’t you weep no more. Well I got your letter today, packed my bags and I’m on my way so don’t you weep no more. Now dry your eyes, don’t you shed no tears. The sun is rising; put away your fears,”
Mary started to settle as he rocked her gently in his arms until she slowly fell asleep.
Making his way back upstairs; he placed Mary back in her cradle before looking over at Jess; who had fallen back to sleep. Dean smiled, he felt so happy at this moment in time he didn’t want any of it to change.
Then he heard a knock on the door. Wondering who the hell would be knocking at this time of the morning; he warily made his way down the stairs for the third time that night and looked out of the glass. He couldn’t see who it was, only a dark shadow pounding on the door. Cursing their lack of weapons; they had got rid of them all before Mary was born, Dean crept into the kitchen and picked up the sharpest knife he could find and went to open the door.
The dark figure was still stood there; still knocking when he returned and cautiously Dean reached for the handle, turned it and slowly opened the door. Dean dropped the knife on the floor when he saw who it was standing right in front of him.
It was Sam.
cooldudet - June 14, 2008 01:20 AM (GMT)
are you freaking kidding me
omg please update soon
hobbleit - June 14, 2008 05:22 AM (GMT)
lol; I am not kidding you. I said I wasn't done with Sam yet.
supernaturalfreak8 - June 16, 2008 12:20 PM (GMT)
wow :thud I love you putting in the story about Dean and Jess having a kid together, that was adorable :). And the fact that Sam was at the door...all I was thinking was 'what the hell?' LOL Somehow I knew that in the last story, when he died, that wouldn't be end of you using Sam in some way, shape or form. Very nice first chapter. I'm looking forward to the next one :cheer
hobbleit - June 16, 2008 04:55 PM (GMT)
thanks. I could never completely kill Sam off; I love him too much but I couldn't resist doing the big reveal at the end :lol:
bgfanforever - June 19, 2008 12:47 AM (GMT)
OMG OMG...It took me a few days but I finally read them all.. There great. I need to know what happens next lol....I love Dean and Jess together and Im so glad you brought back Sam. But is it really Sam???
hobbleit - June 19, 2008 06:52 AM (GMT)
I'll let you in on a little spoiler. It is really Sam. As much as I love him evil I also love him good. I have a lot of plans (most of them I haven't even written yet) but he won't be evil again.
bgfanforever - June 19, 2008 03:36 PM (GMT)
Awesome!!! Thanks for the spoiler. Im glad that it is really Sam. I loved reading Sam as Evil but I really am starting to miss the brothers relationship. Cant wait for the next chapter.
hobbleit - June 19, 2008 05:08 PM (GMT)
Here's chapter two where we all find out what happened to Sam
Sam didn’t remember much of what happened that night. He could remember pretending to turn on Dean and Jess, then helping them escape before leaving to fight Jake. He even remembered yelling at Dean to run but that was all. Everything went black and the next thing he could remember he was lying in a hospital bed surrounded by wires and tubes and feeling like complete crap. His side hurt like hell.
“You’re awake,” he heard a cold voice from the other side of the room. He could tell it was Meg even though he didn’t have the strength to open his eyes. “Took you long enough.”
Sam couldn’t bring himself to speak so he just uttered a low groan to acknowledge her presence. He just wanted to fall back into the dark oblivion where the immense pain he was feeling would disappear.
“You gonna open your eyes anytime soon?” Sam merely groaned again. He heard Meg give a small laugh; he wished she would go away. “They thought that you were never going to wake up,” she continued, “but I knew different. I knew you were always going to get better. Now we just need to get you back into shape so we can kill that annoying brother of yours,” that caused Sam to wake up a little bit.
Opening his eyes he glanced at Meg; who he saw was standing and staring out of the window. Finding enough strength to talk he asked, “What happened?”
“You don’t remember? You got stabbed. Pretty bad actually seeing as you almost died. Father wasn’t happy at having to use Jake since you were out of action but off they went anyway. I don’t know how but Dean got the Colt and he killed father. I’ve been waiting for you to wake up so we can go after him.”
“How long have I been out?”
“About two months,” she told him but Sam could quite believe it. “I just thought you were being lazy.”
“I’m tired,” he said quietly.
“What? You just woke up from a two month sleep, how can you be tired?”
“Just am. I’m gonna sleep now,” he told her before closing his eyes again and letting the darkness overtake him.
Sam had a dream.
He was back at that house, that god awful place where he had died and Dean was stood in front of him.
“Sammy, you’re alive,” Dean grinned and pulled his brother into a tight hug. “I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too,” Sam admitted. He was so glad to see his brother again; even if it was only in a dream. “You got out okay.”
“Yeah we did. Killed the yellow eyed son of a bitch too,” he grinned cheekily; which caused Sam to smile back just as broad.
“I need to see you.”
“You can’t, not yet; but you will eventually. You have to wait until the time is right.”
“But when will that be?”
“You’ll know,” dream Dean cryptically told him.
“What? I don’t understand,” Sam yelled as he watched his brother fade away. “Dean! Don’t go, I need you,” he begged but Dean vanished into thin air. “Please don’t leave me alone,” he said quietly, with a mixed of sadness and fear in his voice.
He slowly felt himself being pulled back into consciousness even though he wanted to stay sleeping. When he could keep his eyes closed no more he slowly opened them and saw that it was now night and he was alone. Breathing a sigh of relief that Meg was no longer there, he shifted in his bed trying to make himself more comfortable. He failed and only managed to cause him more pain.
“Screw this,” he whispered to himself; pulling out the IV and throwing back the covers. He was leaving this place now and there was no-one who was going to stop him. Moving slowly; he swung his legs over the side of the bed and shivered as he felt the cold surface of the floor on the soles of his feet. He shuffled to the end of the bed and, bracing himself, moved forwards into a standing position. He then fell to the floor in a heap; pain coursing through his body. He could vaguely hear the nurse call out for a doctor but it seemed so far away.
“You shouldn’t have tried to leave,” Meg scolded him the next morning.
“I just wanted to get outta here. I hate hospitals.”
“Yes, they are rather depressing but I need you at a hundred per cent and at this moment in time you aren’t, so you need to stay here until they tell you that you can leave.”
“I don’t need anyone telling me what to do; I feel fine and I can leave whenever I want to.”
“Yeah, well go ahead. Let’s see how far you get this time. Hey, maybe you’ll make it to the door before you collapse this time. You are not ready and I need you ready.”
“So you’ve said already,” Sam huffed. He really needed to get out of here and find his brother; he was desperate to know what had happened to him. “Tell me something, what happened to Dean?”
“Last I heard he’d given up hunting and got himself a nice house in the suburbs with that pretty little girlfriend of his.”
“He’s given up hunting? Why?”
“From what I heard he got all depressed after you ‘died’,” she used air quotes when she said died, “Then he just gave it all up for a normal life. The problem with that is now he’s not hunting he’s off our radar and we have no solid lead on where he is. That is where you come in.”
“What am I gonna do?”
“Well, when you can stay awake for more than ten minutes and can actually stand up you can go look for him. You’re a human and for some reason people seem to trust you so you’ll have no problems tracking him down.”
“Whatever,” Sam dejectedly replied. He had no intention of hunting his brother down so the demons could kill him. “I’m going back to sleep.”
It was another Month before they allowed Sam to finally leave the hospital. Stepping out into the bright sunlight he felt strangely out of touch with the world. For some reason everything seemed different even though nothing had changed. But Sam had. He had been so seduced by evil he had been blinded to all the good in the world. Looking around now, he could see the good and beauty all around him. Taking a deep breath; wanting to savour the moment for as long as possible before Meg drew him back into the world of evil.
“Are you going to help or are you just gonna sit there and mope?” An annoyed Meg asked Sam who was sitting quietly in a chair looking depressed. He had been like this for months, it was a year since he had been stabbed and he had been forced to stay with the demons all this time. But all he thought about was leaving so he could track Dean down. Truth be told he only stayed so long so he could find out their plans so he could stop them. He was annoyed at having to listen to their plans to find Dean but they couldn’t. Sam wouldn’t have been surprised if he had done something to make sure they couldn’t find him.
“Huh?” He looked up; he hadn’t even noticed she had been speaking. He rarely ever listened to what she said any more. “What did you say?”
“I said are you going to help us or are you just gonna sit around and mope?”
“I’m thinking I’m going to go with the moping.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Meg shouted, he was making her angrier by the minute.
“What’s wrong with me?” Sam yelled back. “I got stabbed. I nearly died. And what was it all for? Nothing! You couldn’t keep a hold of the Colt, you couldn’t open the Devil’s Gate and Azazel is dead. What the hell is the point of continuing?”
“We need to finish this. We need to finish what he started so we can have hell on earth.”
“But what’s the point?” Sam asked her sarcastically. “I’ll tell you, there is none. You don’t know where the Colt is and you have no idea how to get your hands on it so you might as well just give up.”
“I’m not giving up.”
“Then you can do it without me because I’m out of here,” he stormed past her and ran upstairs.
Sam was throwing his clothes into a bag when Meg angrily stormed into the room and started yelling at him.
“What the hell changed with you? You used to want this too so why the sudden change of opinion?”
“I had an epiphany.”
“Really, then you can just have another then can’t you.”
“It’s over, Meg. I’m going to leave and there is nothing you can do about it. You wanna know something?” He asked her, his voice calming down and becoming soft.
“I was playing you. From the moment I found out that you and Azazel were using me I used you back. I said I wanted to go back to Dean and Jess because I wanted to help them. I brought them to you so I could give them the Colt, so they could take it away from you and so you couldn’t carry out your plans. Of course I never intended to get myself stabbed.”
“You know what you are? You’re scum,” Meg grabbed Sam angrily and shoved him into the wall. Sam winced with pain but he still managed to laugh.
“No, I’m not scum. You are. You’re a demon and I am never going to trust another demon as long as I live,” he turned the tables on Meg and pushed her against the wall. “I’m leaving and you’re not going to stop me.”
“Well go then, see if I care. But you know what Sam? When you were with us you showed real darkness, you killed people in cold blood and that kind of darkness never goes away. You’ll be back and when you do I will kill you myself.”
“You just keep believing that, Meg,” Sam smiled sarcastically sweetly at her as he grabbed his back and slung it over his shoulder. “Goodbye,” he said and walked out of the room without another word; he didn’t even bother to look back.
Sam needed to find Dean. Problem was he didn’t even know where to start looking. All he knew was that he had given up hunting and was living somewhere. Sam could only think of one person who could help him and that was Bobby.
Stealing the car was easy but coming up with an explanation for Bobby as to why he wasn’t dead would be harder. He finally arrived at Bobby’s late that night.
“Sam, what the hell?” Bobby said to him when he answered the door. “I thought you were dead,” he grabbed Sam and pulled him into a hug.
“I thought I was too,” Sam replied; almost bursting into tears at seeing his friend again after so long. “I got so lost,” he whimpered.
“I betcha did. Does Dean know you’re alive?”
“No,” his voice not rising higher than a whisper. “I don’t know where he is, but I need to see him.”
“I’ll go get you his address, he doesn’t live far away. What happened?”
“I got stabbed and I nearly died but they got me to a hospital. I was in a coma for two months until I woke up and they took me back. Bobby, the demons aren’t gonna stop until they get the Colt.”
“We know that’s why it’s well hidden. They’ll not find it, I made sure of that.”
“Good. I can’t believe it’s been a year since I saw Dean,” he admitted. “It’s been so long. I’m tired and I just want to sleep.”
“Well you can do that once you’ve seen your brother,” Bobby said as he handed Sam a slip of paper.
Sam watched the house for a while before he could summon up the courage to knock on the door. He could see the lights turn off as his brother went up the stairs so he took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
Dean took a while to answer, Sam knew why; old habits died hard for the former hunter and Sam knew Dean was finding some sort of weapon in case it was something attacking him. Eventually he heard the door creak open and saw his brother. When Dean saw him; he dropped the knife to the floor and simply stared at him in disbelief.
Sam was alive and for the first time in a long time he actually felt it.
bgfanforever - June 20, 2008 12:36 AM (GMT)
Wicked update....Im so glad that Sam is the real Sam and he is back!!! Im super stoked for the next update I cant wait to see some Dean and Sam interaction. Once again you are doing a great job and I am really enjoying this fic.
hobbleit - June 20, 2008 06:43 AM (GMT)
thanks I'm glad you're enjoying it. I really had a lot of fun writing the next chapter which will be up next week
supernaturalfreak8 - June 20, 2008 07:25 PM (GMT)
I am so glad that Sammy is alive and he's back on the good side :cheer I'm really looking forward to the reunion between the brothers...and Sam getting to see Dean and Jess's baby too. Update very soon plz :D
hobbleit - June 20, 2008 07:27 PM (GMT)
Next update will be next Thursday. And I';m going to spend the weekend on this so hopefully I'll get a few chapters done
cooldudet - June 21, 2008 02:27 PM (GMT)
thank God he found Dean
can't wait for more
hobbleit - June 21, 2008 06:32 PM (GMT)
hobbleit - June 22, 2008 06:22 PM (GMT)
Added a banner for the fic
supernaturalfreak8 - June 25, 2008 10:36 PM (GMT)
ooo I love that banner :) very nice *I'm definitely looking forward to your update tomorrow :D*
hobbleit - June 26, 2008 06:45 AM (GMT)
Thanks I will get the next chapter up when I get in from work
hobbleit - June 26, 2008 05:01 PM (GMT)
A/N: In other news The Hunter has been nominated for best AU story in the SN.TV awards so thanks to Denise and Jen for nominating my little story :D
“Sam,” Dean asked; his mouth wide open in shock as he took everything in. The brother he thought died a year ago was standing in front of him alive and well. It took a long time for Dean to fully comprehend what was going on. “Sam, you’re not dead,” he exclaimed and grabbed hold of his brother; fastening his arms around his brother’s torso and pulled him into a hug. “You’re not dead,” he repeated; his voice becoming shaky, Sam knew he was on the verge of crying.
“I’m not dead,” Sam assured him; returning the hug. “And I’m not evil, I promise you.”
“I can’t believe it,” Dean told him; not wanting to let go of his brother, he actually increased his grip on Sam.
“Dean, I can’t breathe.”
“Sorry,” Dean reluctantly let go of Sam and stared at him. He had lost weight, dark circles had formed underneath his eyes and he looked very tired. “What happened? I thought you were dead!”
“I’m not really sure about that,” Sam explained. “There are quite a lot of gaps in my memory and I’m still not sure what happened that night.”
“Dean?” A voice called from up the stairs. “What’s going on? I heard banging,” both men turned and saw Jess stood at the top of the stairs looking very puzzled. A shocked look crossed her face when she saw Sam stood there. “Sam, you’re not dead,” her voice wasn’t quite as happy as Dean’s had been. She was unsure what to make of it all; was he good or was he here to kill them?
“No,” Sam looked down at the floor; suddenly feeling very shy. The last time he had seen his ex-girlfriend he had been pretending to be evil and he was certain by the tone of her voice that she hadn’t quite forgiven him yet.
Jess slowly walked down the stairs, taking one step at a time until she reached the brothers.
“Hi Jess,” Sam said pathetically but was not able to come up with a more satisfactory response. “How’ve you been?”
“Me? I’ve been just fine,” there was a hint of anger in her voice. “Where’ve you been for the last year if you haven’t been dead?”
“Jess, do we have to do this now?” Dean asked, he was just happy to see his brother again after all this time.
“I think we should; I mean it’s not like he’s been trustworthy in the past.”
“I’m sorry, I really am but you have to believe me when I say I’m not evil anymore.”
“I’m sorry too but I just can’t,” they were interrupted by the sound of Mary crying. “I’ll go see to her,” Jess told Dean before going back upstairs. Sam looked questioningly at his brother, waiting for an answer.
“You have a baby?” He asked.
“Yeah,” Dean replied, a smile growing on his face. “Mary,” he told him as he made his way into the living room. “You want a coffee or something?”
“I’m fine,” Sam said, sitting down on the sofa. “How old is she?”
“A month. Here’s a picture,” he handed him a photograph.
“She’s beautiful,” he told him, staring at the photo of his niece.
“Yeah, she’s amazing,” Dean beamed. “She’s the most beautiful little girl I’ve ever seen.”
“Of course you’d say that,” Sam laughed, “she’s your daughter.”
“What happened?” Dean asked sitting next to Sam on the sofa. “During this last year, what can you tell me?”
“The first thing I remember is waking up in the hospital and Meg was there. She told me I nearly died and I’d been out for two months. I tried to leave but I couldn’t; I didn’t have enough strength so I waited until I was strong enough. All the time I was in there I could only think about finding you but I didn’t know where you were. The demons didn’t either. All Meg told me was that you’d given up hunting and I was glad. I was glad they couldn’t find you because that meant you were safe,” Sam paused before continuing.
“They released me from hospital and I went back with Meg. She’s still looking for you and the Colt and she’s not gonna stop until she does.”
“Well that doesn’t bode well for me then, does it?” Dean shrugged off Sam’s comments. He wasn’t worried; he knew they wouldn’t find him.
“Wait? You’re not afraid that they’ll find you?” Sam asked; his voice full of surprise.
“Nope,” Dean told him, “And do you know why?”
“No why?” Sam was curious.
“Because one day I was searching through Bobby’s books and I found something,” he stood up and walked over to the cabinet, gesturing at Sam who stood up and followed him.
Sam helped Dean move the cabinet and saw a strange symbol painted on the wall.
“What’s that?” He asked.
“That symbol hides this house from demons. I painted one in every room of the house so they won’t ever find it unless they know where to look.”
“That’s really clever,” Sam smiled, happy that his brother had thought of a way to keep his family safe. Helping Dean put the cabinet back into place; they both returned to the sofa to continue their conversation.
“What happened after you came out of hospital?”
“I stayed with them for a while,” Sam continued. “At first I needed to heal but when I started to get better I began to listen into their conversations to try and find out what they were planning.”
“Is that how you found out about them wanting to steal the Colt back?”
“Yeah. They wanted me to find you since they couldn’t but I couldn’t do that to you; so I just waited, bided my time until I could leave. I didn’t actually intend to leave this soon,” Sam explained, “but I just had enough. I couldn’t take it anymore so I told Meg where to go, packed up and walked out.”
“Are you sure no-one followed you?” Dean asked; feeling slightly concerned.
“I’m sure. I left quite a few false trails before I came here. Besides; I didn’t actually know where you were.”
“How did you find out where I was?”
“I went to see Bobby. He was kinda shocked to see me.”
“I’m sure he was,” Dean laughed and Sam joined in.
“So what about you? What made you decide to give up hunting?”
Dean was reluctant to tell him the reason why he had given up hunting; but there was something in Sam’s eyes that made him share. “My heart just wasn’t in it anymore,” he told his brother. “I didn’t want to hunt if you were dead.”
“So you got a nice house in the suburbs and had a baby?” Sam asked, his voice full of amusement at the thought of Dean doing this.
“Yeah,” Dean grinned. “It’s not very ‘me’ is it?”
“No,” Sam agreed. “You were the one that said if you ever had to live a normal life you would probably blow your brains out.”
“I never thought I would enjoy normal but it’s not that bad,” he told Sam. “I enjoy it.”
“I think it’s great,” Sam told him before yawning.
“You can sleep on the sofa if you want,” Dean said; noticing his brother’s tiredness.
“I’ll go get you a blanket,” Dean said as he made his way upstairs. Jess was sitting on the bed with Mary in her arms; gently rocking her. Dean crossed the room to the cupboard and pulled a blanket out.
“He’s staying,” she said. It wasn’t a question.
Sam didn’t meet Mary until the next morning but when he did he was immediately entranced. She was so small and when Dean asked if he wanted to hold her he was hesitant in case he broke her but Dean insisted that would not happen. The moment Dean placed her in his arms; Sam fell in love with his little niece.
“Hey,” he cooed. “I’m Sam.”
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”
“She’s the most beautiful thing ever,” Sam smiled as Mary’s tiny hand wrapped around his forefinger.
“She’s already got Bobby wrapped around her little finger, now she has you too.”
“Thanks for letting me stay.”
“No problem,” Dean told him as he grabbed his jacket. “I gotta go to work,” he explained when he saw Sam’s puzzled expression. “Can you and Jess get along?”
“I’m sure we can,” Jess smiled as she entered the living room and kissed Dean quickly on the lips.
“Great. I’ll see you both tonight if you haven’t killed each other,” he grinned and left.
Sam continued to hold Mary until she started to cry and then he was at a loss as what to do. Jess gently scooped her up in her arms and gently rocked her until she calmed down. She then placed her into a Moses basket and Mary immediately fell asleep. Jess then busied herself tidying up and ignored Sam who was still sat on the sofa. They both held the uncomfortable silence for several minutes before Sam broke it.
“So…” Jess looked up and stared at him.
“Yes,” she said back, harsher than she had intended.
“We need to talk about this.”
“Talk about what?”
“The waves of hostility radiating from you.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” she tried to brush him off.
“I think you do and we need to talk about the last couple of years.”
Jess sighed and dropped a small teddy bear onto the table before sitting down next to Sam. “It was easier to forgive you when you were dead,” she told him.
“Was it, why?”
“Because when you were dead I didn’t have to face all these emotions. I could forgive you because I knew that I would never have to talk to you. Now you’re alive and all those feelings have come back. I remember how much I loved you but also how much I hated you.”
“I’m sorry about everything,” Sam said quietly. “I’m sorry about how I treated you. I’m sorry that I tried to kill you.”
“I know you are but it doesn’t make it any easier,” she told him as tears started to form in her eyes. “I used to dream about you a lot, you know?”
“Yeah but they were never good. When you first disappeared I used to dream that you killed me,” she stopped when she saw the look of horror in Sam’s face. “But after you died I used to dream that you were standing in front of me and you would blame me for not doing enough to save you.”
“Jess… I…” Sam didn’t really know what to say. The tears that had formed in her eyes had now started to fall down her cheeks and as much as Sam wanted to wipe them away he knew he couldn’t. She wasn’t his anymore. “What can I do to make it right?” He eventually asked.
“You just have to give me time,” she told him. “I need time to adjust to you being in my life again, I need to figure out where you fit in.”
“I’ll give you as much time as you need but I want to be in your life. I want to get to know my brother again; I want to get to know my niece.”
“And I want you to get to know them too,” she smiled. “But there are gonna have to be some rules.”
“Okay,” he agreed.
“Until I’m sure that you’re not evil I don’t want you alone with Mary.”
“I can do that.”
“Also, you can’t leave the house without either me or Dean; I need to make sure that you aren’t communicating with demons.”
“I can do that too.”
“Good,” she sighed and leaned back on the sofa and closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them Sam was still sat next to her; looking mournful. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” he sighed. “It’s just all a bit overwhelming. I sometimes wish I had died.”
“Because then it would be over. I wouldn’t have demons after me for deserting them; I wouldn’t have to feel all the guilt about all the bad things I did. If I was dead then I wouldn’t be causing any more trouble for you.”
“Dean’s happy you’re not dead. He went through a really bad patch after you died.”
“I still don’t know how he could forgive me.”
“He forgave you because you’re his brother. He loves you.”
Sam nearly broke into tears when Jess said that but he managed to hold it in. “I’m going to make things right,” he promised.
When Dean returned that night he found that neither Sam nor Jess had killed one another so he considered that a good thing. They were both still very quiet though which worried him.
“How’s your day been?” He asked Jess; kissing her softly on the lips.
“It’s been okay.”
“What about Sam?”
“He’s been quiet mostly. We talked earlier but since then he’s been quiet.”
“What did you talk about?” Dean enquired.
“Everything. I’m not happy with him being here but I’m not going to throw him out. He can stay as long as you want him to.”
“Thank you,” Dean said as he pulled her into a hug. “I really want to get to know my brother again.”
supernaturalfreak8 - June 26, 2008 08:14 PM (GMT)
I can see that Sam really enjoyed getting to meet Mary for the first time and especially getting to see Dean again after all that time. I can tell that Jess is still pretty untrustworthy of Sam but that's to be expected. :clap very nice job as always, I'm looking forward to see what happens next.
hobbleit - June 27, 2008 06:43 AM (GMT)
cooldudet - June 28, 2008 02:18 AM (GMT)
|QUOTE (supernaturalfreak8 @ Jun 26 2008, 03:14 PM)|
| I can see that Sam really enjoyed getting to meet Mary for the first time and especially getting to see Dean again after all that time. I can tell that Jess is still pretty untrustworthy of Sam but that's to be expected. :clap very nice job as always, I'm looking forward to see what happens next. |
took the word right out of my mouth
please update soon
this is awesome
bgfanforever - June 28, 2008 02:20 AM (GMT)
I just had a chance to read your updated and it was great. Im so excited that Sam is back in Dean's life. I really hope that Jess can learn how to trust him again. You write Dean and Jess as really cute parents together. Im glad Sam is now getting a chance to get back into their lives. Please update soon, I am totally hooked on this story!!!
hobbleit - June 28, 2008 05:20 AM (GMT)
I'm glad you're enjoying the story :D
cooldudet - July 3, 2008 12:35 AM (GMT)
is dying without an update
hobbleit - July 3, 2008 06:43 AM (GMT)
next update will be up tonight (hopefully)
I'm at the hospital this afternoon so we shall see how my ear feels :D
cooldudet - July 3, 2008 08:25 AM (GMT)
oh I hope everything is okay
hobbleit - July 3, 2008 05:16 PM (GMT)
Here's the next chapter. The is a bit of Bela (I needed her for my plat :lol:) but not much.
Meg was annoyed. No, she wasn’t annoyed; she was fuming. She had trusted Sam; well as much as an evil demon could trust a person, but she thought that he was on her side. She had patiently waited for him to wake up after he had been stabbed and how had he repaid her? He had gone back to his pathetic brother. Now she wanted him dead.
He had played her. He had been playing her for months before he had been stabbed and she hadn’t seen it. She was angry at herself more than she was angry at him. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to rip his intestines out through his throat.
She had been forced to change bodies. She’d left behind the meat suit of the helpless girl she had been possessing and taken on a new body. Of course the girl had died soon after Meg had left her but that was to be expected. The body had been through too much over the last two years and could never have survived. Her new body was amazing though. She was sure the girl had been a gymnast or something like that because she could bend in ways that Meg never even knew a body could. She would have to have a little fun with that later.
Meg pulled her new long brown hair behind her head and fastened it in place with an elastic band. “You find him?” She asked without turning around; knowing full well there was another demon stood behind her.
“No, he has completely disappeared,” the demon reported. “We’ve looked everywhere but we can’t find him anywhere.”
“Then you’re not looking hard enough,” she turned around; her eyes filled with fury. “I don’t want to see you again until you’ve found him,” the demon stepped back when he saw her rage.
“Yes ma’am,” he said before turning around and making a hasty exit. Meg picked up the glass that was on the table next to her and threw it against the wall. She was going to have to do a lot of work to track Sam down.
She watched as the blood trickled down his throat; the thick redness stained his pale skin. He hadn’t been much help he had no idea where Dean was hiding so she had slit his throat without showing him the slightest bit of mercy. She had even smiled at his pain and discomfort as he choked to death.
She had been torturing Dean’s friends and associates to find his whereabouts; hell she was going to torture everyone he had ever met if only one of them could tell her where he was then it would be worth it. None of them did though. He had literally disappeared off the face of the earth and Meg was fed up with his stupid little game. She was going to make him suffer once she had found him. She was going to kill him but she was going to make sure he watched the people he loved most die first.
“He didn’t know where they were,” she told the demon guarding the entrance. “We need to find another lead,” she said as she wiped the blood splatters from her face and walked away without turning back to see the demon’s reaction. She had no time for their pathetic excuses as to why they had come up empty handed.
“Excuse me, miss,” the demon called after her. “We have another lead.” Meg stopped in her tracks.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” She turned around; her eyes filled with fury. “Did you not think that it would be important?”
“I’m… Sssorry,” he stuttered.
“Great, a nervous demon; just what I need,” she whispered under her breath. “What did you find out?” She said out loud to him.
“What do you mean you ‘lost him?’” Meg’s mood was not improving at all. “How could you lose him?” Their lead had somehow managed to escape and Meg was placing the blame squarely on the nervous demon. “He was right here. All you had to do was watch him and wait for me to get here. How could you be so incompetent?”
The nervous demon couldn’t meet her eyes. He looked down at the floor; his eyes shifting nervously from side to side. He opened his mouth and started to speak but Meg stopped him.
“You know what? I don’t care what you have to say,” she said as she grabbed him and threw him against the wall; she pushed her face into his and he was terrified of her. After a moment she let him drop to the floor and he landed with a loud thud, “Can someone get rid of him?”
“Wha… what?” He stuttered; feeling more scared than he ever had done in his demonic life.
“Oh so now you find your voice? It’s too late; someone send him back to Hell; I don’t want to look at him anymore. And you’d all better think of a new plan for finding the Winchester’s because I am really beginning to run out of patience right now, understand?” She stared at them all and they knew that she could kill any one of them in a heartbeat. They all nodded. “I need some better minions,” she whispered under her breath as she walked away.
“I have an idea,” another one of her pathetic demons came up to her and started to talk. The demon’s voice was high pitched and very squeaky which annoyed Meg greatly.
“And what would that be?” She replied through clenched teeth; not bothering to look up from the papers she was staring at.
“Maybe we need to get some outside help,” she said and Meg looked up.
“What do you mean outside help?”
“I’ve been hearing some things,” high pitched demon said, “About someone who could help us find the Colt.”
Meg’s interest was officially piqued. “Tell me more,” she smiled maliciously.
Bela Talbot sat and was thoroughly bored. She had been called to talk to this woman and she had kept her waiting for more than half an hour. All she had been told was that this woman had an offer for her. A potentially well paid offer. But so far all Bela had seen was the wall and a couple of very scared minions who had made no attempt to make contact with her. She was fed up at staring at her nails nonchalantly; fed up with staring at the blank walls and was seriously contemplating just leaving.
“She’ll see you now,” Bela looked up and saw a young girl who was gesturing towards a room. Bela stood up.
“It’s about time,” she commented, “I’ve been waiting for far too long,” she said as she walked past the girl.
Bela walked into the room and shut the door behind her. She saw a young, petite woman with long dark hair sitting behind a large desk.
“You’re here,” Meg said; looking up from a huge stack of papers.
“I’ve been here for the last half an hour,” Bela replied with a tone of annoyance in her voice; leaning over the desk. “What can I do for you?” She pushed away from the desk; her expression changing from annoyed to curious and sat down in the chair.
“I have a problem that needs taking care of and I’ve heard good things about your ability to procure certain items.”
“Then you heard correct. What item am I ‘procuring’ for you,” she placed the emphasis on procuring.
“I recently had something very valuable stolen from me and I want it back. All you need to know is it’s a gun and it’s in the possession of Dean Winchester.”
“If you know where it is why don’t you go and ‘procure’ it yourself?”
“Because I don’t know where he is. No-one does and I’ve heard that you have the contacts to find someone.”
“You’ve managed to find a lot about me and yet I know nothing about you, how is that?”
“I also have my contacts,” Meg told her as she stood up and moved around to the other side of the desk. She leaned against the dark polished wood and stared at Bela. “I’m willing to pay you fifty thousand dollars; half now and half when you bring me the gun. Also, I might be able to help you with your little problem.” Bela thought about Meg’s offer for a few moments.
“That’s a very persuasive offer,” Bela stood up and held out her hand. Meg took it and they shook. “I’ll find your gun.”
Dean Winchester was a hard man to find. For some reason that Meg hadn’t divulged he had gone into hiding and no-one seemed to know where he was. Bela could only do one thing and that was ask the spirits.
They proved to be very helpful. They told her where Dean was living now all she needed to do was to find Meg’s precious gun and steal it. That part was harder. Wherever it was it was well hidden. However much Meg wanted that gun it was obvious that Dean wanted to hide it from her more. Why else would he keep it so well hidden? The spirits were no help on that matter so there was only one thing she could think of doing. She would have to break into his home and search it for clues to the gun’s whereabouts.
The fact she couldn’t find the gun didn’t annoy Bela half as much as how secretive Meg had been. She didn’t even know what this gun looked like; Meg hadn’t even divulged the make of it so how was she supposed to know which one to steal?
Bela dressed for the job. She pulled on a pair of tight black trousers and a tight black top. She packed her bag with all the tools she’s need to break in and pulled a length of rope over he shoulders. She was well and truly prepared to do a little breaking and entering.
She watched the house from across the street as soon as dark fell that night. To the uneducated observer they would seem to be a perfectly normal family. She saw that he lived with a woman and another man; something Meg had conveniently forgotten to tell her. Bela watched as they ate dinner; fed the sweet little baby and put her to bed. She then watched as they watched television and chatted about their day; she just assumed that’s what they were talking about, she wasn’t totally sure. She sat and waited until they had all gone to bed and all the lights had gone out. She waited for a while and saw the light go on about an hour later as Dean made his way downstairs with his daughter. He soon went back up the stairs though and once she was sure that everyone was asleep, she made her move.
She quietly sneaked into the house; picking the lock to the back door and silently slipped inside. She took a moment to study the layout of the small house before she started to look for any sign of the gun as hidden. She noticed that the taller of the two men was fast asleep on the sofa so she would have to be extra quiet. Bela moved over to the cabinet in the living room and rifled through the drawers. She didn’t expect to find the gun there but there may have been a clue to its whereabouts.
She stopped dead when she heard Sam stir in his sleep. Terrified that he might wake up; Bela crouched down and hid in the dark near the cabinet. She hardly dared to breathe until she was sure that he wasn’t going to wake up. Once she was certain; she began to move when she noticed something behind the cabinet. There was a symbol painted on the wall and she smiled; that’s how he was keeping himself hidden. Bela finished looking around the living room and had found nothing of any value. The gun obviously wasn’t here; she was going to have to do more research to find it.
Bela made her way back into the kitchen and prepared to leave. She made sure there was no trace of her presence and sneaked to the door in the dark. She had just placed her hand on the door handle when she felt an arm around her neck and a knife to her throat.
“What are you doing here?” Dean growled with a menace that made her heart leap into her mouth.
“I can explain,” she whispered.
cooldudet - July 3, 2008 10:16 PM (GMT)
hobbleit - July 4, 2008 06:43 AM (GMT)
bgfanforever - July 4, 2008 03:39 PM (GMT)
WOW....what a great cliffhanger. I cant wait to see what happens next.
hobbleit - July 4, 2008 05:23 PM (GMT)
supernaturalfreak8 - July 5, 2008 05:22 AM (GMT)
I really like how you incorporated Bela into the mix. Very nice :)
hobbleit - July 5, 2008 09:02 AM (GMT)
hobbleit - July 10, 2008 06:48 PM (GMT)
It had been an ordinary day; nothing unusual had happened. Dean had gone off to work that morning; spent the day working on cars and came home to his family in the evening. He sat and listened to Sam as he told him about his efforts to find a job; which wasn't going so well since he really couldn’t explain his activities for the last two years.
“It was embarrassing,” he laughed, “I couldn’t think up a plausible explanation as to why I hadn’t been working for so long. I mean I couldn’t say I was brainwashed by a bunch of demons who wanted me to lead their army could I?”
“Can’t say that would have helped you any,” Dean smiled and patted his brother on the shoulder. “Though you would’ve gotten a very nice room at the mental hospital if you had said that.”
“Hell, maybe that would be the best place for me,” Sam said quietly.
“Don’t ever say that Sam,” Dean warned.
“Why not? Maybe prison would be better; I did kill all those people.”
“Sam, you need to be somewhere safe where the demons can’t get to you. They’re still out there and they still want you.”
“I know,” Sam told him; his eyes unable to meet his brother’s. “It’s just… I feel so guilty and I need to make amends but I can’t… I can’t ever make it right so maybe it would be better if I turned myself into the police. Maybe it would’ve been better if I’d never been saved.”
Dean felt his anger growing inside him at what Sam was saying. “Sam, no; don’t ever say anything like that again. I won’t hear it.”
“But you must have thought it, Dean.”
“I never thought that, never,” he told Sam. “This last year; all I wanted was for you to be alive so I could talk to you again and tell you that I’m sorry.”
“What do you have to be sorry for Dean? You never did anything wrong. All you did was try to save me.”
“I wanted to say I was sorry because I failed you.”
“You didn’t fail me Dean,” Sam was surprised by what Dean was saying. “You could never fail me. I’m the one that failed you,” Sam said as Dean looked up and stared him in the face. “I hurt you so bad; I tried to kill you so many times and you never gave up on me. You saved me Dean. If it hadn’t been for you then I would still be with those demons killing people and leading a war that I really want no part of.”
“Oh God, this has totally turned into a chick flick moment,” Dean groaned. Sam gave a small laugh.
“Yeah, well; it had to happen sometime.”
“Can we stop now?”
“Sure we can stop.”
After Dinner Sam busied himself on the computer trying to find himself a job leaving Dean and Jess alone with their daughter. Dean sat on the sofa cuddling Mary with Jess curled up next to him.
“How is she?” Jess asked.
“She’s good,” Dean smiled down at his little girl. “She’s almost asleep; nearly time for bed; isn’t it baby girl?”
“Good,” Jess smiled and leaned in to kiss Dean gently on the lips. “This is nice,” she told him.
“Yeah it is,” Dean admitted and kissed her back.
“How are you, really?” Jess asked him; noticing he had been a little quiet after his earlier conversation with Sam.
“I’m okay,” he told her and she stared at him. “Really, I am.”
“You just seemed a little quiet earlier.”
“I know but its okay. Everything’s fine.”
“Yes I’m sure. I just want to enjoy time with my family right now.”
“That sounds like a good plan,” Jess smiled and kissed him again. Dean lost himself in the kiss for several minutes before pulling away.
“Time for bed, sweetie,” he said softly to Mary. She didn’t make a sound; just shoved a fist into her mouth and fell fast asleep. Dean laughed softly. “Look at her; not a care in the world.”
“She looks so peaceful,” Jess rested her hand on Mary’s head. “So beautiful.”
“Just like her mother,” he kissed her again before standing up and making his way to the bedroom.
Sam was sat on the bed in front of the computer when Dean entered. “Hey,” he said looking up from the screen.
“You find anything?” Dean asked as he placed Mary in her cot.
“Nothing so far but I’m not giving up that easily,” he said closing the computer.
“And that’s why you’re stopping?”
Sam laughed, “I’m tired; I just wanna get some sleep.”
“Yeah, I hear ya,” Dean replied; stroking his daughter’s head as she settled. “I’m just about ready to turn in myself.”
“What happened to the Dean that could stay out all night drinking?”
“He actually got a real job,” Dean replied as he collapsed on the bed next to his brother.
“Poor you,” Sam laughed.
“Yeah, poor me,” Dean joined in the laughing; crossing his legs underneath him and folding his arms. “I sure got it hard.”
“I can tell. Gorgeous girlfriend, beautiful daughter; extremely handsome brother; how does it feel to be the ugly one?”
“Hey,” Dean reached out and playfully slapped Sam on the arm. “I am not the ugly one; that would be you; little brother. Along with delusional too.”
“You just keep telling yourself that and maybe one day it’ll be true,” Sam laughed and stood up off the bed. “See ya tomorrow, dude.”
“Night Sammy,” Dean said and Sam smiled. He had missed that nickname a lot while he’d been gone. It was a symbol of the innocence he’d once had. Innocence he didn’t have anymore.
Sam left the room and Dean settled down on the bed and a moment later Jessica joined him.
“Mary okay?” She asked lying down next to him.
“Mary’s fine,” he told her as she threw the blanket over them and snuggled into his chest. “Night, sweetheart,” he whispered into her hair and kissed her temple.
“Night Dean,” she replied.”
The first time Dean woke up that night was because Mary was hungry. After he’d fed and changed her and looked in on Sam to check he hadn’t been woken; he went back to bed and fell into a light sleep. The second time he woke up was because there was someone in the house.
He cautiously climbed out of bed and pulled on some clothes before silently making his way down the stairs; remembering everything his father had taught him. He was going to make sure that whoever it was in his house did not know he was there until he was ready for them to know.
He crept into the kitchen and saw a dark, shadowy figure at the door. Whoever it was they were planning to leave. They didn’t know he was there. He picked up a knife lying on the kitchen worktop and sneaked up behind her. He wrapped his arm around her throat; knife pressing into her skin and growled, “What are you doing here?”
“I can explain,” he voice was quiet and shaky. She raised her hands in surrender, “just let me go.”
“Why would I want to do that?” His voice was still low and menacing; he wasn’t going to let her go especially when he had his suspicions about who she worked for.
“Just put the knife down and I will tell you everything.”
“Which demon are you working for?” He asked; cutting to the chase.
“I don’t know; I didn’t get a name.”
“Then what did they want you to do?”
“They wanted me to steal something from you,” she told him. “They are paying me a hell of a lot of money to find a gun.”
“Is that so?”
“Did they tell you about this gun?”
“No, all they told me was that it was a gun. They didn’t even tell me what type of gun it was.”
“You won’t find any gun here,” he said to her as he released his hold on her neck. “We got rid of all the guns.”
“When your daughter was born?”
“How did you know about?”
“I do my research,” she said as she turned to face him; looking at him as if he was stupid. “I’m not incompetent.”
“Yeah and that’s why you got caught,” he smirked; still having the upper hand. “I know which demon sent you and I know exactly which gun she wants so you can go back to her and tell her that I don’t have it.”
“The where is it?”
“I’m not going to tell you but it isn’t in this house because I am not stupid enough to leave it lying around just anywhere.”
“If it’s that important then why don’t you tell me about it?”
“Because I’m not stupid. I thought we already covered this,” he looked at her as if she was stupid this time.
“Fine don’t tell me but if you don’t then I will go back to the demon and tell her exactly how to find you,” she said and smiled as Dean’s face fell. “That’s right; I saw the symbols on your walls. They hide your presence from the demons don’t they?”
Dean sighed and realised he would have to tell her something
“Why do they want this gun so much?”
“They want it so they can unleash an army of demons on the world and I am not gonna let that happen.”
“I can see why,” she commented. “I’ll tell them that you don’t have it and I don’t know where it is. Wherever you have hidden it the spirits don’t seem to know so I’m guessing your using those symbols to protect it.”
“Then you’d think right. Now get out of here or I will call the cops,” he threatened; his eyes growing dark. “If I ever see you here again I will not hesitate to kill you, do you understand?”
Bela swallowed hard, realising he meant everything he said and she suddenly felt very afraid.
“I’m going,” she told him and gripped the handle of the back door. She opened it and hurried out.
“Who was that?” A voice came from behind Dean. It was Sam and he sounded as if he had just woken up.
“I have no idea but she was after the Colt,” he told his brother. “I have to make a phone call.”
“What do you want at this time of the morning?” Bobby asked down the phone; slightly annoyed at being woken at this ungodly hour of the morning.
Jess had woken up too; shortly after Bela had left and now she, Sam and Dean were in the living room; Jess curled up on the sofa and Dean pacing the floor restlessly trying to get answers from Bobby.
“Some woman just tried to break into the house looking for the Colt.”
“I thought demons couldn’t find you,” Bobby said.
“She wasn’t a demon; she was a hired gun. She’s human and I wanna know who she is.”
“What can you tell me about her?”
“She’s English; early to mid twenties, longish brown hair and she’s a thief.”
“You already said the last one but she sounds like Bela Talbot.”
“She’s a high class thief, mostly deals with rich clients who want supernatural objects.”
“You know her?”
“I’ve dealt with her a couple of times.”
“Will she tell the demons where we are?” Dean needed to know.
“Only if the money is good enough.”
“So if they pay her enough then she’ll tell them?”
“Thanks Bobby,” he said and hung up. “We have a problem,” he told Sam and Jess.
“What is it?”
“The woman who broke in is a thief called Bela Talbot. They hired her to steal the Colt,” he scratched his head as he spoke.
“Why is that a problem?” Sam asked.
“She knows where we are and Bobby says that if the money is good enough then she’ll probably tell them where we are.”
“So we need to track her down before she tells them?”
“How do we do that?” Sam asked him. Dean just stood there trying to come up with an answer.
“What do you mean he doesn’t have the gun?” Meg asked Bela. She was furious that she had failed to find it and was on the verge of snapping her annoying little neck.
“He doesn’t have it,” Bela repeated. “I don’t know how many more ways I can say it to you. I looked all over that house and it wasn’t there.”
“Did he tell you to say that?”
“No,” Bela smirked. “He told me to tell you that he wasn’t stupid enough to just leave it lying around anywhere. It’s not in the house and he has it pretty well hidden. I don’t know what else I can tell you.”
“I am one second away from killing you unless you tell me something of any worth.”
“How about I know exactly where he is and the reason why you can’t find him,” she smirked again, stood up and made her way to the door.
“Then why don’t you tell me?”
“Because you’re not paying me nearly enough to tell you,” she told her.
“I could just kill you,” Meg told her; becoming increasingly agitated.
“Then you’ll never find out where he is,” she smiled; knowing she had the upper hand this time. She had no intention of telling them where to find Dean and Sam. “Besides; it’s not like I have long left; my time is nearly up,” she said as she opened the door and walked out, not bothering to look back on a very angry looking demon.
bgfanforever - July 11, 2008 03:02 AM (GMT)
Wicked update. I cant wait to see what is going to happen next. I really hope that Bela doesnt tell Meg where they are. I dont want anything bad to happen to Dean and his family. Even though I know something bad is prolly coming ahaha. Anyways once again awesome update!!!
hobbleit - July 11, 2008 06:53 AM (GMT)
Bela is coming up to the end of her deal (the way I've worked the timeline out in my little head) so maybe she will if she wants to live :lol:
cooldudet - July 11, 2008 09:26 PM (GMT)
omg finally an update
omg that scene with Sam and Dean at the begining
please update soon
hobbleit - July 12, 2008 11:41 AM (GMT)
supernaturalfreak8 - July 12, 2008 06:13 PM (GMT)
very nice update :) I'm looking forward to seeing what ends up happening with Bela.