Chapter 1. Mysterious Women

Two women sat quietly in a library. It appeared deserted by the lack of light inside. Only the light from two computer monitors emanated through a small fraction of the library leaving the rest of the place completely dark. By the darkness, inside and out, it would appear that the library had been closed and that these two women were there after hours. Yes, they had broken into the place.

Tapping and clicking sounded in the room as one of the women typed on a keyboard. The monitor’s light lit up her face, displaying her short brown hair with blond highlights and her brown eyes. She typed frantically as if she were researching for something rather important and her eyes scanned the monitor as she searched for her answers. “It appears that there have been three murders like this every year for the past twenty five years,” she explained some of her findings to her friend who sat at a different computer. “They have all been women of a young age as well.”

The other woman just nodded her head as if she weren’t really paying attention. Her monitor’s light illuminated her shoulder-length red hair, which had obviously been died. Her brown eyes, which had a big of green around the outside, stared at the computer screen before her. The woman who had been researching, notice her friends lack of interested and leaned over to look at her friends monitor, her face looking disgusted after she viewed it. “Honestly Sara, is that all you ever think about?” She asked, sounding slightly annoyed and disgusted as if this had happened before.

Sara turned her attention from the picture of the hot guy on her computer to her friend. “Of course, Heather,” she replied with a smile on her face. “I do it just to annoy you.”

Heather rolled her eyes. “There are more important things in this world then hot guys,” she lectured. “Plus, we are supposed to be researching.”

“I am. I’m researching hot guys.” Sara grinned, turning her head back to her monitor.

“Who are you looking at anyways?” Heather asked, sighing as if she had given up trying to make her friend do work.

“Sully Erna.” The red haired one answered obviously obsessed with men.

“Sully? The lead singer of Godsmack?” The smart, sensible one of the two questioned. “You’ve thought he’s been hot since you were in ninth grade and now you’re twenty years old! That’s pathetic!” She exclaimed.

“At least I didn’t think Draco Malfoy from Harry Potter was hot.” Sara retorted, defending herself.

“Ugh,” uttered Heather, completely annoyed. “Did you manage to do any research at all?”

“Yes,” replied Sara. “In fact, I found it suspicious how it seemed like some of our cases were gone before we got there. I think we might have a hunter on our hands.”

“A hunter?” questioned the smarter one of the two. “But who?”

“There are a lot of hunters but these are some pretty freaky cases and I can only think of a few hunters who get into the freaky stuff.” Sara explained, displaying she could do research if she wanted to.

“Any ideas about which hunger you think it is?” Heather asked curiously and looking really interested.

“The Winchesters,” Sara replied, sounding slightly scared.

Heather’s expression didn’t really change like her friend’s did. “Why is that a bad thing though?” She wondered out of curiosity.

“You know why.” The scared looking one answered.

At this moment, they heard a clattering sound as if something had fell over and landed on the floor. “We better get out of here.” Sara suggested. Just like that, the two women grabbed their possessions and left the library rather quickly.

Dean and Sam Winchester appeared from out of the shadows. They had been hiding and eavesdropping on the whole conversation the two women had. The noise came from Sam knocking over something in the dark. “Nice going Stepford boy.” Dean teased.

“Shut up.” Sam retorted as the two walked over to the two computers the women had been using.

“At least it explains why the door was already unlocked,” stated Dean as he sat down in the computer chair which Sara, the guy crazy one, had been sitting in.

“They’ve also heard of us, Dean,” added Sam as he sat down in Heather’s computer chair, the one so set on researching, kind of like Sam. “Do you think they are hunters?”

“I’m not sure, but by the look on the one chick’s face, she appeared scared by us,” he explained, typing in something on the computer. “My guess would be a demon.”

Sam gave Dean a look like he was retarded. “Why would a demon break into a library to do research?” He asked, thinking how stupid that would be.

“Maybe they’re a couple of lesbian demons who get off on researching in libraries.” Dean suggested with a dirty grin on his face.

“That’s disgusting,” stated Sam as he appeared disgusted while he tried bringing up the information Heather had found. “I don’t think so. They were researching the same thing as us.”

“They find anything interesting?” Dean asked.

“Just the same stuff we already knew and an address of the last victim.” He answered, writing down the address on a small piece of paper.

“Good. We can check it out.” Dean suggested, looking at something on his computer.

Sam turned off his computer and glanced at Dean’s monitor to only see a picture of some guy. “What the hell are you doing?” He asked, his voice sounding annoyed.

“I looked up that Sully Erna guy. No way is he hot,” said Dean. “The lead singer of Godsmack? I bet they suck. Classic Rock like Metallica is the way to go.”

“Get a life, Dean.” Sam commented, leaning over and turning off the computer.

“I’m serious. Metallica, Van Halen, Led Zeppelin. Those were good bands.” Dean explained, not shutting up.

“And all this time I thought you liked Cher.” Sam joked with a grin on his face.

Dean slapped Sam on the back of the head. “At least that’s better then your Nsync CD collection.” He teased, starting to head towards the door.

“I do not have an Nsync CD collection!” Sam retorted, trailing behind Dean as they walked out to the 1967 black Chevy Impala.

“Shut up and get in the car, bitch,” Dean demanded, opening the door and getting into the driver’s side seat.

“Jerk.” Sam said as he sat down in the passenger seat.

Dean put the keys in the ignition and started the engine. He grinned as the engine roared with life. “Oh yeah. Listen to that baby.” He said, tapping the steering wheel with his hand.

“Just go to the address,” Sam said, rolling his eyes at his brother’s behavior and shoving the piece of paper into Dean’s hands that had the address on it.

Dean looked at the address and then put the car into gear. He pulled out of the library’s parking lot and started driving on the road. “I think it’s only a couple of blocks from here,” he mentioned while steering the wheel. “There isn’t much besides hills and tumbleweeds anyways.”

“Yeah. North Dakota isn’t the most interesting place on the planet,” confessed Sam, displaying his lack of interest in the place. “What are we going to do if those two women are at the house?”

Dean made a right hand turn onto a side street called Schoulster Avenue. “We will play it cool and maybe I’ll shag one of them.” He smirked.

Sam groaned in disgust and then pointed to a clay-colored home. The house looked fairly new with clay colored siding, white shutters, and a white front door. The houses on either side of it had space between them, having an actual yard to do things in.

Dean pulled the car in front of the house and turned off the ignition. He noticed a red Ford Mustang convertible, one of a never make, had also been parked in front of the house. “I would say they already beat us here and their car sucks.” He stated, stepping out of the car and closing the door quietly so they wouldn’t be heard.

Sam did the same and he looked at the Ford Mustang for a moment. “It’s not the most convenient car for a hunter.” He admitted.

Dean slowly and quietly walked up to the front door with Sam trailing right behind him. Once the both of them reached the front door, Dean slowly turned the doorknob and sure enough, the door had been unlocked. Dean put a finger to his lip to tell Sam to be quiet and then he carefully opened the door so he wouldn’t make a sound.

The two brothers stepped inside, watching their every step, even thought he house was rather dark. Dean quietly shut the front door and then walked forward. He had planned on entering the living room, but he heard the voices of the two women. Instead, he tiptoed his way into a hallway of the house and hid there with Sam. He peeked his head around the corner to see the two women.

The two women were searching the library in the house for information about the latest victim. Heather the smarter one, who tended to do the research, sat at the computer in the living room. The other one named Sara searched through the computer desk drawers to find papers with information. “This girl was incredibly boring,” stated Heather while typing on the keyboard. “Her Myspace says she is nineteen years old and was attending Bismarck Community College for Veterinarian Technician.”

Sara continued to search the drawers until she pulled out a small brown book. “Bingo,” she said, opening up the book. “We have a diary.”

“Anything interesting?” Heather asked, giving up her research on the computer.

Sara skimmed the diary until she found an interesting entry. “Chad is becoming impatient about sex. If only he knew I was still a virgin,” she read before looking up at her friend. “I think I know what happened to this Rachel chick.”

“A virgin sacrifice demon or something?” Heather questioned.

No response came from Sara. She seemed to be staring towards the direction where Sam and Dean had been hiding, even though she couldn’t see them. Heather noticed her friend’s silence and glanced where Sara had been looking before turning back to her friend. “Sara?” Are you alright?” Heather asked, a look of concern on her face.

Her friend looked at her as if she had shaken her trance off. “Yes. Let’s get out of here and head back to the hotel.” Sara suggested, setting the diary down on the desk.

Heather nodded and then the two girls left the house and drove off in their Ford Mustang. Dean and Sam had managed to not be seen and they came out of hiding after the women left. “It looks like they did the research for us.” Dean stated.

“Yes, but it’s like the one knew we were here,” stated Sam. “Do you think she’s one of the children like me?”

“I doubt it considering we know how that turned out,” answered the older brother of the two. “She’s probably a demon.”

Sam just rolled his eyes. “Let’s head back to the hotel.” He suggested.

The two brothers left the house and hopped into the Impala. Dean drove his baby all the way back to the hotel where the brothers were met with a surprise. Dean pulled the car into the parking lot, parking a little ways down from a red Ford Mustang. “You’ve got to be kidding me. They’re at the same hotel as us.” He stated.

“We could try and find them.” Sam suggested.

“Screw that,” said Dean, blowing off the idea. “I’m going to the bar next door.”

“You do that. I’ll stay here at the hotel.” Sam stated before exiting the car and going into hotel room number three.

Dean walked over to the bar, which was next to the hotel and just the way Dean liked it. As he entered, he scanned the room, mainly to see a bunch of shady male characters. There were a couple of women in the bar who were wearing black leather jackets, obviously being some type of biker chick. Seeing nothing that caught dean’s interest, he walked over to the bar, sat down in a stool, and ordered a beer. As he took the first drink of his beer, a woman he recognized walked into the bar.

A few minutes ago, the two mysterious women, Heather and Sara, were in their hotel room. Heather came out of the bathroom wearing a tight par of jeans and a pink t-shirt, which read, “I’m a virgin, but this is an old t-shirt.” The shirt clung to her curves, making her boobs look like they would pop out.

Sara glanced at her and smirked. “Going to the bar I presume?” She asked, sitting down on the bed.

“Of course,” grinned Heather. “You coming?”

“Nah,” replied the boy crazy one as if the two had switched roles. “I think I will stay here, watch some crazy movie, and possibly raid the vending machines.”

“Suit yourself,” said Heather, strutting towards the door and leaving the room. She walked to the bar next door, which was called The Wild Goose. As she entered, she noticed a guy sitting at the bar whose eyes were on her. She walked over to him and sat down right next to him. “Is it just me or do your eyes look like they’re going to pop out of your head?” She grinned before ordering a drink.

Dean Winchester stared at her and turned on his charm. “That’s not the only thing that will pop out.” He smirked perversely as he checked her out.

Heather looked at him neither appearing impressed or shocked. “Is that your attempt to woo me?” She asked, half-amused and playing hard to get.

“I don’t have to woo you baby. I just have to take you back to my room and shag the living daylights out of you.” He said, smirking and raising his eyebrows in a you-know-you-want-me kind of way.

“Let’s put it to the test then.” She suggested, standing up from her barstool and taking one last sip of her beer.

Dean stood up and threw some money down onto the bar to pay for the beers. “Follow me.” He stated before he started to walk away. He led her away from the bar and back to his hotel room. He opened up the door and gestured for her to go in. “After you.” He offered.

Heather smiled at him and started to enter the room. As she did, Dean pulled a gun out of his pocket and hit her on the back of the head with it. She fell to the ground and laid there in unconsciousness. Sam was in the room and he watched in horror. “What the hell are you doing?” He asked with his voice elevated.

“This is one of the girls from the library.” Dean answered, grabbing Heather under the arms and dragging her to an empty chair. He sat her down into the chair before he grabbed some rope out of one of the bags. He tied her wrists and ankles to the chair tightly.

“Are you nuts?” Sam exclaimed. “What if her friend goes looking for her?”

“I’m counting on it,” he replied. “I want to know who they are.”
Sam just rolled his eyes and headed for the door. “I won’t have any part in this.” He explained.

“I was more the recreational one anyways.” Dean grinned.

Sam just shook his head and exited the room. He knew Dean was nuts so he planned on getting away for a while. He walked over to some nearby vending machines and put a dollar in one. He entered the buttons for a Snickers but the machine didn’t release the chocolaty candy bar. He raised his fist and pounded the machine, but it was no use. “Piece of crap!” He exclaimed, becoming upset over a candy bar.

Footsteps came up behind Sam and then a hand appeared from the side and tapped the machine twice. The candy bar fell from its slot and Sam turned to see a woman. His eyes went wide as he recognized her as Sara, the other girl and the friend of the girl Dean had tied up to a chair in their room.

“Is there something wrong with my outfit?” She asked with a grin on her face as she noticed his eyes were wide.

Sam’s eyes looked to her feet to see a pair of black leather boots. As he lifted his eyes higher, he saw she was wearing black leather pants and a black top, which dipped down, in the middle to show off the top of her cleavage. Eventually, his eyes met hers. “N-no,” he stuttered.

“You might want to grab your candy bar before it melts.” Sara suggested, smirking.

“Oh. Yeah. Thanks.” Sam replied like a dork. He turned around and reached his hand into the slot to pull out the candy bar. After he grabbed it, he moved aside to the pop machine. He stood there, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye since he recognized her.

As Sam watched her, she lifted up the back of her top, revealing a shotgun. Sam’s heart raced slightly in fear and he gulped. Sara pulled the shotgun out from the back of her pants and looked at Sam.

“Woah.” He said, looking startled. “Don’t do anything you will regret.”

Sara stared at him and pointed the shotgun off to her side, nowhere near Sam. She pulled the trigger and the shotgun went off.

Sam looked to where she ha fired to see a man disappear like a black cloud. His head shot back to her quickly. “What’s in that gun?” He asked, knowing that person disappeared like a spirit.

“I think you know.” She said blankly.

“Who are you?” How did you know that demon was there?” He started asking all the questions.

“More importantly, I need to warn my friend.” She stated before walking back towards her hotel room.

A scared look came over Sam’s face. “She’s not there. My brother has her in our hotel room.” He confessed as he followed quickly behind.

Sara stormed off quickly towards their hotel room. Somehow she knew which number it was and kicked down the door. Just as she entered, she witnessed Dean hitting her friend across the face. “You son of a bitch!” Sara shouted before grabbing Dean and shoving him up against the wall. She stepped back a bit and lifted up her leg to press her foot against his throat. Her eyes turned black and she waved her hand towards the ropes tied around her friend’s wrists and legs. Somehow the ropes became untied. “I don’t play well with others.” She said through her teeth as she glared at Dean with her black eyes.

“Sam! A little help!! She’s a demon!” Dean shouted as he was pinned up against the wall.

Sara removed her foot and Dean still remained against the wall as if some power kept him there. She turned to face Sam and saw that he had the Colt pointed at her. “If I wanted to kill your brother, he would be dead by now.” She stated, calming down a bit and her eyes returning back to normal. “And for your information, I’m only half demon. I figured you would know something about that, considering you have demon blood in you, Sam.”

Sam’s eyes went wide. “How do you know that?”

“I can sense anyone who has even the slightest bit of demon blood in them.” She answered.

All of a sudden, Dean could move away from the wall. Sara turned to Heather and looked at her. “You alright?” She asked.

“Yeah. Luckily, Dean hits like a girl.” Heather stated, giving Dean a look.

“I do not!” Dean shouted.

“Listen,” demanded Sam. “There are some things the four of us need to discuss like the fact that we are all after the same thing. We have been finding some of the same things you two have.”

“As long as you two promise to play nice.” Sara smirked. “But keep in mind that I never play nice.” She sat down quietly on the bed and waited to listen to what the two guys had to say.

Heather sat next to Sara on the bed while the two guys stood there. The fun would soon begin and they would start to learn about each other, possibly kick some ass, and piss off the beings of hell. They were going to stir things up.

hmm i love it!!! more plz update soon

Thanks. Just ignore all the typos I had. I forgot to edit it before I posted it. :)

-Sara-

it is alright i still love it! update soon

Thanks. *laughs* Love your avatar by the way.

-Sara-

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I love this story and I cant wait until the next chapter comes up. I know you are really busy and might not have time. So I say take your time and update as soon as possibly. Hmm that Sara and Heather characters sound really familiar. Hee Hee. Hope Sara will be a bad ass or maybe Heather will. Keep up the great work.

Sorry about the delay everyone. I hope to put up a new chapter soon. I've just been kind of stumped lately. As you can see though, I redid the banner.

Sorry for the delay guys!

Chapter 2. Cursed Blood

“I want answers, and I want them now.” Dean demanded of the two women, Heather and Sara, after the events that had just taken place. Dean had tied Heather up to a chair in order to get information, hitting her a few times in the process, but Sara had displayed demon powers to them all. He wanted answers about this and why they were on this hunt at the same time as Sam and him.

Sara scoffed at Dean and walked over to the window. Apparently she didn’t feel like having a discussion after all. One of her biggest pet peeves was people who told her what to do and demanded things from her. She had learned at an early age to never let people boss you around, unless it meant life or death, or the life of someone you cared about. The only person Sara cared about was Heather, which meant her life had been pretty lonely, and she wasn’t going to let two guys like Sam and Dean ruin her life, no matter how crappy it seemed.

Heather glanced at her friend for a moment before looking at Dean. She knew what was going on and didn’t question it. She would be the mediator for the group, explaining things Sam and Dean would want to know, and hopefully gaining some information for herself about Sam and Dean. Sara and her were there for a reason, to help people, and they weren’t about to let Sam and Dean get in the way, even if they tried. Far worse things had happened to them in the past, and far worse things were already in the process of happening for little things like being beaten up or told what to do to get in the way.

“I’m waiting.” Dean said impatiently like a stubborn child. “I want to know what your deal is, especially with demon bitch over there by the window.”

“First of all, no one is allowed to call her bitch but me.” Heather stated. “Second, she is not a demon. She’s half demon.”

Sam wrinkled his forehead in confusion and curiosity. “Half demon? We haven’t exactly met anyone who is half demon.”

“That’s because she’s full of crap, Sam. There is no such thing as being half demon. I’m pretty sure dad or Bobby would have mentioned it to us. Plus, we would have run into one before now.” Dean explained in disbelief.

Sam thought about the idea for a moment. “Is she like me? I had a demon bleed into me so I have demon blood in me.” He explained, wondering if other instances like his had happened, but had been done by different demons.

Heather shook her head. “No. She has a demon father and a mortal mother. She was born that way.”

Dean just chuckled. “What kind of crazy bitch has a kid with a demon?” He asked as if he thought it was some type of made up story.

Sara finally turned away from the window and glared at Dean. “One that was tricked into it, you dumb f***. She couldn’t have children and said that he could give her one but would come back for the child when she was 16. Unfortunately, she didn’t want to give me up so the demon bastard killed her. Is that good enough of an explanation for you?” She asked sarcastically.

Sam looked at her with sympathy. “Was it Azazel, because our mother made a similar deal, except he bled into me when I was 6 months old?”

“No. That was not his name and I’m not in the mood to share it with you.” She said rudely before turning back to the window, allowing Heather to continue the conversation. This was a touchy situation for Sara, it always had been. Her demonic father was not something she cared to chat about, except maybe with Heather. Heather knew who her father was, knew the whole story, but that was because they learned to trust each other over time. They cared about each other and were more like sisters than friends.

Sam continued to focus his eyes on Sara. “How did you know that I was there in the library?” He asked, remembering how Sara seemed to sense someone else was there. “It was as if you could sense our presence.”

She did not turn to look at him but only continued to stare out the window. “I can sense people who have even the slightest bit of demon blood in them.”

“Let me guess, perks of the job right?” Dean asked sarcastically. “So you guys are what, on the same case as us? You drive around in a red Mustang convertible. It’s not the most convenient of cars. Do you use trust fund money to bankroll your operation?”

Heather glared at Dean for a moment. “My father is a general that works for the government,” she answered. “As of late, the government has been trying to step in and help with all of the supernatural issues going on. They have actually contained some demons and other creatures but we have been trained, so they bankroll our operation, as you would say so that we can kick ass.”

Dean raised his hand and pointed a finger at Sara. “Then how come they haven’t locked that bitch up?!”

“Because she’s not like them,” Heather responded. “She fights to stop the evil; not become it. I’ve known her since we were kids and she wouldn’t intentionally hurt anyone unless it was absolutely necessary. You can go ahead and claim that she’s evil if you want, but you should look at your own brother before you pass judgment.”

Sara, who was still by the window, leaned down slightly, one hand clutching the windowsill, while the other clutched her stomach. Heather glanced over to her before walking over to her and placing a hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay?” She asked with concern.

Her friend looked up at her with reassurance. “Yeah, I’m fine.” She replied, but it wasn’t convincing since she collapsed onto the floor.

“Damn it!” Heather swore. “Someone help me get her to the bed.”

Sam stepped over to her and easily scooped her up in his muscular arms before laying her down gently on the bed. Beads of sweat had formed on Sara’s forehead and she moaned in discomfort for some odd reason. “What’s wrong with her?” Sam asked in wonderment.

Heather quickly reached into her pocket and pulled out a syringe that was full of a blue liquid. “Her demon half has become too powerful. It is slowly killing her human half. This will suppress it for now. The government created it.” She explained before popping the cover off of the syringe and pushing the plunger to make sure all the air was out of the needle. “You may have to hold her down.”
Tapping a couple of fingers against the crease in Sara’s arm, she tried to find a vein to plunge the needle into quickly. After finding one that was ready, she pointed the needle at an angle and slid it into her vein before pushing the plunger to send the blue liquid into her bloodstream. Heather quickly retracted the needle and threw it into the trash.

A few seconds after the serum had entered Sara’s bloodstream, her body started to convulse by moving up and down. She screamed out in pain and clenched her fists as if the serum were causing her extreme agony and coursed through her veins with a burning sensation. “Jesus.” Sam cursed as he placed both of his hands on her shoulders, trying to hold her down and steady her slightly.

Heather quickly pulled out another syringe and gave Sara the dose. After a couple of minutes, Sara’s body settled down and the convulsions stopped. Sam looked at her sympathetically, wondering what it must be like to have something trying to take her over, even the parts of her that were still human. He had demon blood in him, and over time it had become more powerful because of his dealings with Ruby, but for the most part, he was still human.

Dean had been watching the whole scene in horror. “What the hell just happened? Why didn’t the first dose work?” He asked, wanting some answers for the awkward thing he just saw.

“The serum isn’t working like it used to,” she answered. “It’s not suppressing her demon half from taking over her human half like it used to. She’s building an immunity to it so sometimes we have to double the dosage, but if she doesn’t get help soon, she might die.”

Sara moaned softly and opened her eyes. Beads of sweat had collected more on her forehead, dampening her hair.

Heather looked at her softly with concern, wondering how much longer her friend could last like this. “You need to take care of this and you know how.”

“No.” She stated sternly. “We have too much evil to go after and we don’t know what it would do.”

“What the hell are you two on about now?” Dean asked, feeling so lost and left out of the conversation.

“None of your damn business.” Sara snarled at him before turning to Sam. “Thanks.”

Sam gave her a quick grin before Dean grabbed him by the arm. “I need to speak with you outside.”

The two Winchesters walked outside, leaving the room and closing the door behind them. Dean stared at the ground for a few seconds before looking up at his brother with obvious distress spread across his face. “We should get the hell out of here, Sam, or end that bitch in there. We don’t know what she is really like and that is some messed up crap going on.”

“They didn’t even hurt us, not even after you hurt Heather. Sara could have easily killed you, but all she did was release her friend,” Sam explained before running his fingers through his hair. “They could actually be useful. Maybe,” he paused for a moment, “Sara could show me how to control my powers.”

“Are you nuts?!” Dean shouted at his little brother. “Her own damn powers are killing her! There is no way she can help you control them!”

Sam sighed and looked at his brother. “Listen, it’s not her fault that the demon half is starting to kill her. That doesn’t mean she can’t control them and I don’t see why I can’t learn from her. They’re also on the same case as us so I don’t see why we can’t work together. If they don’t prove to be useful after we finish up with this case, then we can leave them here and go our separate ways.”

“Fine, but if that demon freak kills me, I’m so coming back and haunting your ass.” Dean said being snarky.

Sam grinned at him like it was a challenge. “I’ll have my rock salt ready.” He opened the door and stepped back into the room to see that Sara was now sitting up on the bed.

Dean groaned in agony since he hated to have to admit this. “We think that maybe we should work together on this case.”

“You might want to sound more enthusiastic next time.” Sara said, snapping at him slightly.

“I said we could work together, it doesn’t mean I have to like it.” Dean cracked back at her. He hated having to work with someone who was half demon. He never even liked Ruby, and secretly he knew the things that Sam was doing with Ruby. A part of him was worried that Sam would end up with Sara, and she would end up doing the same things Ruby did. Dean felt like a part of him had already lost his brother, and this wouldn’t help in his opinion, but he hoped they could ditch the girls after the case.

“Let’s just share the information that both of us have gathered.” Sam offered, trying to keep the piece between all four of them.

“You’ve been on the trail like us,” Heather stated. “It’s obvious that it is a demon that somehow sacrifices virgins.”

“Well duh! And I am all for helping virgins!” Dean exclaimed like a school boy.
The other three just rolled their eyes. “We need to do some more research, perhaps talk to some family of those who have disappeared.” Sam suggested.

“I’m not in the research mood.” Dean stated to his brother. “You and black eyed girl can go do that. I’m staying here and watching some TV.”

Sam furrowed his brow at his brother. “Fine.” He looked over at Sara. “You want to go with me?”

Sara stared at Sam and then glanced at Heather, trying to read Heather’s expression for whether or not she should go.

Heather nodded. “Go. I’ll be fine. Like I said, he hits like a girl.” She smirked.

Sara glared at Dean as a warning and then she looked at Sam. “Let’s go.” She left the hotel room with Sam right behind her. “We can take the convertible.” She said as if it were almost an order than a statement. She reached into her pocket and grabbed the keys, hitting the button that unlocked the door.

The two sat into the convertible and Sara put the key into the ignition, bringing the car to life. “Where to?”

“Albert Kinwood’s house.” Sam replied quietly. He then gave her the address to the place.

After that bit of information, Sara took off and Dean and Heather were left in the hotel room. “Want to watch some paper view?” Dean asked before snatching the remote.

“I had something else in mind.” Heather said suggestively before licking her lips. She stepped up to Dean, grabbed him, and kissed him hard on the lips. For some reason, Dean didn’t resist her attempts. He kissed her back with just as much passion, but something wasn’t right about this.

uh oh! whats not right??
more plz love it!!
hmm wonder what is going to happen..

Hehe. Something is not right. Think about the ending. Would Dean really start making out with a girl that he just met and doesn't trust.....well don't answer that because he might now that I think about it. LoL.

Thanks for reading!

aww come on where is the ending for this chapter why a cliffhanger. hope you update real soon cuz that was an interesting chapter and i want to know what happens next. Some how Heather reminds me of me sometimes. not jump at people but the caring of her friend. Not bad chapter keep up the great work.

Hehe. I will try to update soon especially since I am on spring break. I started writing a bit of the next chapter so hopefully that will help now that I have a start.

Thanks to SAMMY'S GIRL! and haloharper for all your comments. I really appreciate all of the feedback! :) This chapter is a bit short but I do promise that the next chapter is going to have some action. I already have 3 paragraphs written for the 4th chapter so hopefully it won't take me that long to update! Anyways, without further adieu, here is the 3rd chapter!

Chapter 3. Seeking Power

Two bodies laid in the hotel room, naked and covered in beads of sweat. Heather and Dean had just had sex, not knowing why they did. They were two consenting adults but for some reason, they had committed an act they never had thought they would. Two strangers having sex was weird enough as it is, even though Dean had sex with many women like this, but this time it was different. It felt as if their bodies were not in their own control.

Heather’s chest rose and fell as she looked into the eyes of the man she had just copulated with. Dean looked back at her and rubbed her shoulder gently with his hand. “Wow,” he said. “That was pretty good.”

A chuckle came from Heather. “Yeah, you too,” she replied simply. “It’s really weird though. It felt like we didn’t have control over our own bodies like something was pushing us to do this.”

“Isn’t it supposed to feel like we’re not in control?” Dean questioned with a smirk on his lips.

Heather grinned and leaned in to kiss Dean again. A couple of minutes of heavy kissing, the two lost control of their bodies again, lust and passion taking them over and driving them over the edges of their reality.

Meanwhile, Sam and Sara were in the convertible headed towards the house of Albert Kinwood. Sara sat behind the steering wheel, directing the car down certain roads so they could reach their destination. She remained silent most of the way until Sam decided to open his mouth and talk about something that Sara knew was coming, something she would never agree to.

“Listen,” Sam requested softly. “I know you have all of these powers and you seem to be able to control them. I know that you don’t know me either but I was thinking that maybe you could help me control mine, manage them better.” He explained with his head turned to her, waiting for a response. His heart beat a little faster for fear that he might be rejected.

The car accelerated in speed after Sam asked that question. “I know that I don’t know you, but I’m not going to help you control something you don’t understand either,” she state with judgment. “The powers come from something evil, something you don’t want to mess with. I was born this way. My body was meant to withstand this kind of thing, yours was not. You may think that you’re helping people by using the powers, but you’re not. You’re just hurting yourself and the more you hurt yourself, the closer you get to hurting other people.”

“Sounds like you know a thing or two about hurting people from the way you talk.” Sam guessed by the way her explanation seemed to drawl on.

Sara clenched the steering wheel tighter, her knuckles turning snow white. “It’s not the powers that caused me to hurt people, it was my emotions,” she answered quietly. “There are certain things that can set you off and cause you to turn evil.”

“So just because you couldn’t keep them under control when your emotions went haywire, you won’t help me learn to control mine?” He questioned with slight bitterness in his voice.

Sara turned to face Sam, her eyes a pitch black color now. Her eyes were off of the road but the car managed to stay directly on path as if she were controlling it with her demon powers. “Don’t you dare talk about controlling powers,” she hissed at him. “I can smell that demon bitch’s blood pumping through you. Don’t’ think I don’t know.”

Sam’s mouth opened and closed as if he were struggling for the words to say to her. “You don’t understand.” Was all that mumbled out of his mouth while he turned back to face the road.

“All power hungry people lose in the end. They always want more power and the more they want, the more they are willing to do more drastic things to get it. The more drastic, the more likely they are to fall,” Sara explained before turning her attention back to the road and making a right hand turn. “Just look at Hitler.”

“You actually want to compare me to that?” Sam questioned in disbelief. “You demons are always the same.”

“Look who’s talking,” Sara retorted as she finally pulled into the driveway of Albert Kinwood’s house.

“I’m not a demon.”

“Close enough,” she stated “demons are always the same. They want power and are out for themselves. That’s the only two reasons you asked me for help. You have to realize that every hero in history was typically an average nobody. You don’t see demons saving the world.”

“What’s your excuse then?” He asked, becoming irritated with her right versus wrong speeches.

“I didn’t choose to be like this. I was born this way and I’m still half human.” She defended herself before stepping out of the car.

“I didn’t choose to be infected with demon blood either.” Sam defended himself this time.

“Yes, but you chose to drink demon blood now so you do have choices,” she explained, discrediting him.

Sam didn’t say a word as he stepped out of the car. He knew she was right to a certain degree but she would never understand his reasoning. After Dean had been pulled out of hell, he hadn’t been the same. Dean seemed unwilling to go on certain hunts or do certain things. Sam learned why after Dean confessed to torturing souls and enjoying doing so in hell. However, Sam assumed Dean would move on and return to as normal as possible after being through such a travesty, but Sam was wrong.

Dean didn’t move on and he remained in the same emotional state for some time now. Dean didn’t want to go after Lilith, but the more Sam saw his brother emotionally drained, the more Sam wanted to end Lilith. The longer he had to put up with Dean like this, the more demon blood he drank, the more power he wanted to just end it all. He had to be strong because Dean wasn’t, but sometimes
Sam questioned himself and asked if he was being the right kind of strong.
Walking up to the door of the somewhat dilapidated house, Sam knocked on the door. They waited for several seconds and didn’t hear anyone stirring inside the house. Sam tried to peak into the window next to the door but the house appeared dark and dormant. “I don’t think anyone is home.” Sam stated obviously.

“There is now.” Sara grinned as the door mysteriously opened “That’s how you use powers.”

Sam walked into the house first, his gun raised in his hands. His dad and Dean had always taught him to be precautious and hold his gun steady. Anything could pop out and surprise them at anytime, even the hit on the head he just received. He fell to the floor and heard muffled screams behind him. Someone had gotten the jump on them.

Sam’s head throbbed with confusion. He tried to force himself up but everything went black. Little did he know, their attacker wasn’t interested in him. The attacker had left him there on the floor while Sara had been grabbed from behind, her screams muffle by the chloroform filled rag that was held against her mouth and nose. The odorless fumes entered her lungs and it wasn’t too long before she met the same blackness as Sam and fell limply into her attacker’s arms.

Later, Sam’s eyes started to slowly open. His vision was hazy but he managed to clear his vision after blinking several times. He groaned in pain from the throbbing knot on the back of his head. Deciding that he had waited long enough, Sam forced himself to his feet. He staggered a moment since his equilibrium had been thrown off due to the blow to his head. Glancing around the house, Sam noticed it remained dark and the front door was wide open. There was also one other thing missing. “Sara?” He questioned out loud.

After not receiving a response, Sam cursed under his breath and stumbled outside. Luckily, the convertible was still there so he hopped in. He had to hotwire it because Sara had the keys. Once he managed to get the car started, he drove back to the hotel, knowing that he would need the help of Dean and Heather on this case.

Sam quickly parked the car and walked up to the hotel room once he arrived. He opened the door but he wasn’t ready for the shock his eyes would receive. “Oh my god!” He shouted in disgust as he saw heather and Dean in bed together. He quickly covered his eyes with his hand.

The two in the bed scurried for their clothes. “You could knock before entering!” Dean shouted at his brother.

“Well, we have more problems right now than your current nudity.” Sam explained before turning around to avoid their nakedness

The two dressed frantically before telling Sam he could turn around. “Tell us what’s going on.” Dean demanded before he looked around as if he knew something was missing. Heather beat him to it though.

“Where’s Sara?” She asked with worry in her voice.

Sam briefly explained what happened before giving them a look of accusation. “I see you two are fine though. More than fine.”

“Oh, is someone jealous?” Dean teased with a grin.

“Actually, we’re not fine,” heather confessed. “This is all connected. Dean and I felt like we didn’t have control over our bodies. We were slaves to lust in a way and Sara is taken. Plus, we have a virgin sacrifice demon on our hands. I don’t think all of this is coincidence.”


“There is no way Sara is a virgin with the way she dresses so why would they take her?” Dean commented with a question. He always had to say a sarcastic comment even if it was to mask his emotions.

“Maybe the demon feeds off of lust,” theorized heather. “It could have known we were onto it so it put the whammy on Dean and me, also giving itself an energy boost to do whatever it has planned.”

“And if it’s onto us, then it could have taken Sara to send a message or use her as bait. Perhaps if you two were more near the demon, it would gain more power from your lust.” Sam added to the theory.

“I think the real question is how we find her without falling into their trap.” Dean stated, not caring too much for the details and worrying more about the actions.

“You two simply have to keep a distance and learn to control yourselves,” Sam suggested. “As for where she is, it can’t be too far from the house we were at. I think there might have been an abandoned warehouse not too far from there. It’s also kind of close to the homes of the missing people.”

“That’s our best bet.” Heather said before walking to the door. “Dean, you’re driving.”

“I never give up a chance to drive my baby!” Dean explained as he walked out to his car and hopped into the driver’s seat. Heather and Sam just rolled their eyes at Dean’s comment.

Sam sat in the passenger set and heather sat in the back as dean roared the engine to life. He pulled out of the parking lot, Metallica’s Enter Sandman blaring on the radio. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he drove towards the warehouse. “Let’s kick some evil ass!” He exclaimed with excitement. Unfortunately, the three of them didn’t know the kind of trouble they were about to walk into.

There you have it! Let me know what you think! :) Hopefully chapter 4 will come soon!

omg i love it!
continue plz! i cant wait to find out what happens.

Hehe. Thanks! I'm glad you liked it.

I'll try to update soon. I wrote a bit of the next chapter but I'm feeling a bit stumped. Originally I had kind of planned to put the action in chapter 3 too but I knew it would get too long. I'll figure it out and try to update soon. :)

Thanks again.

Whoops. Had a double post here by accident!

This isn't an update to the story but I made a banner for the Sara character in this fanfic. I thought you might want to see it.

Thanks to everyone's comments so far. I'm actually quite surprised that anyone is reading it and leaving comments. LoL. Mainly because Sam and Dean are paired with girls and a lot of fans do not seem to care for that. Anyways, here is chapter 4 and quite a few things happen. The action is in this chapter and I hope I did it alright. Some other stuff happens too that I hope you guys don't get mad at me for. :unsure:

Chapter 4. Caged

Dean decided it was best to turn off the car and park it a block away from the warehouse. The three carried the typical weapons on them as they walked the rest of the way there. Dean had his typical 9mm in his back pocket. It was his second baby and he knew his gun never misfired unless he was under the effects of a cursed rabbit’s foot.

All three approached quietly and carefully to avoid drawing attention to themselves. The warehouse didn’t look out of the ordinary, just rundown and abandoned like an abandoned warehouse typically would look. Dean scoped out the place to look for the best entrance. There was a window open a crack in the back and Dean peaked in to see several people even though the lighting was dim.

Two people were chained to the far wall, one male and one female. Dean figured the woman was Rachel and the man was Albert Kinwood, the two virgins up for sacrifice. There were also three other people standing around. Two were next to the captives, most likely bodyguards for the captives to make sure they didn’t’ escape. Another man stood in the middle of the warehouse, an altar in front of him. Dean couldn’t make out the contents on the table but as he glanced further he saw a big iron cage and a figure lying at the bottom. Only one guess was all Dean needed and he didn’t need it.

After seeing enough, Dean turned to heather and Sam. “We have problems. Three demonic problems.”

“I’ll have to use my powers,” Sam stated to Dean.

“No. We can do exorcisms,” Dean suggested sternly. “I don’t like it when you use your powers.”

“It’s not up for negotiation. There are too many peoples' lives at risk.” Sam defended.

“Yours included!” Dean shouted.

With that said, Sam stalked past Dean and entered the warehouse through the main entrance. The lackey demons ran at Sam first while the main demon tried to throw Sam across the room but his powers had no effect on Sam. Raising a hand at the first demon quickly, Sam pulled the demon out, the black cloud escaping the mouth of the human the demon possessed and entering the ground as it made its one way ticket to hell.

The second demon reached Sam in a matter of seconds, but Sam quickly reacted by pulling the demon out. This drained him since he rarely pulled to demons out in a row. Usually it was just one.

Dean watched his brother in horror for a moment, knowing that Sam could pull demons out, but it still freaked him out every time. He ran at the main demon with a shotgun in his hands. Rock salt was in the chamber so he fired it at the demon, knowing it would hurt it but not do any damage. Also, he really didn’t want his brother pulling out another demon.

The main demon, which possessed some middle-aged man dressed in black, grinned at Dean evilly. “Foolish boy,” he cracked before waving his hand and sending Dean into a nearby wall.

Dean fell to the ground in a heap, dropping his shotgun in the process. Heather had been the last one in but she quickly ran over to Dean to help him up. Everyone seemed to forget that Sara was still locked up in the cage.
Sam walked over to the cage just as Sara was waking up. She lifted her head slowly, glaring up at the demon and ignoring Sam. “Get out of the way,” she growled at him.

The cage started to rattle loudly as Sara forced herself to her feet. Sam stood back, unsure if the rattling had been caused by Sara or the last demon standing. “Looks like Sleeping Beauty woke up from her nap.” The demon grinned.

“Looks like someone could use some beauty sleep, you ugly son of a bitch.” She spat at him.

The demon smirked at her and then laughed evilly. “Daddy says hello by the way.”

Sara bared her teeth at him and her eyes turned pitch black as she raised her hand, squeezed her hand together, making a fist, and then jerking her arm downward fast. “Sara says go to hell.” She said through clenched teeth, forcing the demon out in a fraction of a second, quicker than Sam ever pulled a demon out.
Sam stared at her in wonder, still wishing she would teach him more now than ever. He stepped up to the cage Sara was in and examined it. “There doesn’t seem to be a lock anywhere.” He explained, still trying to find one.

“Let me handle it. Help Heather get the guy and girl out of here.” She ordered before the cage rattled again, answering Sam’s question about who had been rattling it the first time around.

Sam walked over to the guy who was still chained to the wall. He easily picked the lock and helped the guy to his feet. Heather had helped the girl down, leaving Dean by himself but he had insisted on her helping the victim. “Do you need to go to the hospital?” Heather asked Rachel, the victim whose journal they had read back at her house.

“No,” she replied in a whisper. “I just want to go home.”

“Alright, but if you feel off in any way, go to a hospital.” Heather urged while Sam had the same conversation with the guy, Albert.

After a few minutes, the victims had been escorted out and were on their own way. Once they were gone and Heather and Sam had come back, Sara started to make the front of the cage shake frantically with her powers. Her eyes remained pitch black and anger flowed through her veins. “I’m not a f***ing animal.” She growled as the cage shook louder and harder.

Without warning, the front of the iron cage flew off and onto the floor a few feet away. A bit of blood dripped from Sara’s nose as she stepped out of the cage. Raising her hand to her nose, she brushed the blood away, only leaving a small smear.

Heather looked at Sara with worry. “Do you need your serum?” She asked.

Sara’s eyes returned to their normal brown color. “No. The nose bleed is from exhausting my powers.”

“It happens.” Sam stated, remembering when his bled the first time he pulled a demon out and when he pulled out Samhain.

“It rarely happens to me.” Sara glared at him. “It only happened because the cage was melted shut with a blow torch, not locked.

“It doesn’t matter. We should head back to the hotel.” Heather suggested, helping Dean again by having him put his weight on her.

“Yes. Dean needs some patching up.” Sara informed them before heading towards the entrance.

“Look who’s talking, Yoda.” Dean joked, making a comment about her powers.

“Yoda was cool so I will take that as a compliment.” Sara retorted walking past Dean and to the car.

Dean grumbled under his breath at her response while Heather helped him to the car. She slowly sat him down in the passenger seat. Heather sat in the back with
Sara and Sam was stuck with the job of driving.

Sam glanced at his brother. “What about the people who were possessed? Are we just going to leave them here?” He asked curiously, knowing they probably needed help.

“They’re fine. They will come to on their own and are not physically injured.” Sara stated as she stared out the window in the back seat.

Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys before handing them to Sam. “So, tell us why that demon took you in the first place.”

Sara and Heather exchanged knowing glances while Sam started the car. “He used me for bait.” Sara replied quickly before they all headed back to the hotel.

Once the four of them arrived back at the hotel, they entered the room quietly. Dean walked on his own now, and he sat down on the bed, groaning in pain a little. Being thrown into a wall took the wind out of a person and typically made their entire body hurt. Sara quickly went to her bag of belongings and pulled out a jar of ointment, handing it to Dean. “If you have any cuts, put this on them. It will make them heal quicker.” She suggested before sitting on the other bed in the room, keeping her distance from Dean since she knew he didn’t like her, and she didn’t care for him either.

“Why would I want to use anything you’ve touched?” He snapped at her before opening the jar and smelling the contents. He quickly pulled it away and made a disgusted face.

“I’ve used it too.” Heather defended Sara, sitting down next to Dean. “Let me help you with it.” She offered as there were only a couple of cuts on him anyways.
They were both on his back since he had hit the wall that way. He lifted up his shirt and Heather rubbed a bit of the brown ointment into his cuts. Dean winced in pain but tried to suck it up so he didn’t look like a wuss in front of Heather.

Standing in the middle of the room still, Sam addressed the group casually. “I think it’s time we discuss what we are going to do now that we solved the problem in this town. I suggest that the four of us stick together and keep working together.”

Dean looked up at Sam in disbelief. “Are you kidding me?” He questioned. “This is where we go our separate ways.”

Sam huffed at him. “Why? Because you say so?” He asked rhetorically, disliking that his brother acted like the boss at times. Sam became his own person during the summer without the help of his brother.

Dean stood up and got in Sam’s face. “No. I just know what you want to do. I know that you want to stick around so you can what? Try to learn from Sara and her powers?” Dean questioned as he shook his head in disapproval. “I’m not stupid Sam and I can tell when someone is so desperate that they’ve gone that far off the reservation.”

While the two brothers argued, going over the pros and cons, or more of the dislikes about the situation, Heather walked over to the other bed and sat down next to Sara. She looked at her best friend, questioning what they should do themselves. Sara whispered quietly as she looked at Heather. “I think you should stick with Dean.” She admitted while glancing over at the brothers, making sure they didn’t hear her, but that was unlikely since they were yelling at the top of their lungs, now practically in an argument about how Dean was weak lately and Sam was always disappearing in the middle of the night.

“May I ask why?” Heather inquired, not showing how she felt about going with Dean one way or the other.

Sara stared at the ground with worry in her eyes. “Some serious crap is going to go down within the next few weeks. I can feel it. I can’t explain how I feel it, or why, but I just can.” She removed her gaze from the floor and turned to Heather. “If Sam goes evil, if he loses control of his powers, I have a better chance of stopping him than anyone else. Plus, if something bad does happen, we need to know where Dean is at just in case. That’s why I want you staying with him. “

“Fine,” Heather exasperated. “But how do we convince them to split up?”

“We come up with a diversion,” Sara answered simply. “Keep your phone with you at all times in case I have to call you.” She smirked before standing up and walking over to the boys. “THAT’S ENOUGH!”

The Winchesters turned to Sara and stopped arguing immediately. Heather stood up and walked over to the boys, stopping when she was standing next to Dean. “I agree with Dean.”

Complete shock overcame Dean. “You do?” He questioned with his voice an octave higher as he was in disbelief.

All Heather did was nod while Sam glared at her in anger. “Fine. You can go off with your little bitch Dean, since all you know how to do is shag her the day after you meet her.”

Dean shoved Sam backwards. “HEY!” He shouted in anger. “We were under the effects of that demon and she’s not a bitch so back the hell off. The same could be said about you and your little demon whore.”

“Maybe I will because I don’t need your crap anymore!” Sam shouted back at his brother before grabbing his duffle bag and throwing his clothes into it. “Have a nice life Dean with your fling of the week.”

“Right back at ya!” Dean exclaimed. “Have fun raising your demon puppies in hell.” Dean quickly packed his belongings as well and went out to the Impala with Heather.

The girls didn’t say a word to each other. Instead they just winked at each other, knowing their plan had worked.

Before Sam knew it, the Impala had revved to life and drove off down the road, leaving Sara and Sam in the hotel room by themselves. Sam sighed and clenched his teeth as he threw one last shirt into his bag. “So you’re coming with me?” He asked Sara in wonder because she didn’t want to help him control his powers.

“Yes, but I’m not going to give you what you want. I’m just always up for new company.” She explained simply before grabbing her own bag.

Sam nodded, not arguing with her at this point since grief was starting to overcome him due to the separation of him and his brother. He had become upset with Dean for some time now since Dean didn’t seem eager to get rid of Lilith or do a lot of things these days. Then again, Dean was still Sam’s only living relative after everything they had been through, but after time, he guessed it just wasn’t enough for them to stay together.

“Come on. We can take the Mustang.” Sara suggested since it would be their only mode of transportation now that Dean had taken the Impala.

Sara walked outside to the convertible, throwing her bag in the backseat since no one would be sitting there. Sam followed behind her, also throwing his bag in. He took one last glance at the hotel before sitting in the passenger seat while Sara made herself comfortable behind the wheel. She started the engine and paused before taking off, looking at Sam. “Any idea where we are headed?”

“South Dakota.” Sam answered simply before Sara pulled out of the hotel parking lot and headed towards the destination Sam stated. They left the hotel behind them, only visible in the rearview mirror as they drove off, leaving the town and all its bad memories and words behind as their next adventure awaited them.

So there it is! Next chapter we get to find out what Sara/Sam and Heather/Dean are up to. It's pretty obvious what is in South Dakota but we don't know why they're going there and where Heather and Dean are going. You will all find out soon and the next chapter will also have some background information on Heather if you have been wondering about her then! And if the brothers get back together, when and how will that happen?!

i love it!! hmm, what is going to happen with the winchesters and their new partners..?? :unsure:
update soon plz..

Thank you! I will try to update soon!

Hats off Sara :clap
I really like it, it's well written :lol:

I can't wait now for the next chapter ;) :D

Sorry for not replying until now been really busy.

Love chapter 3 because I like Heather with Dean. Those two go together real well. Poor thing Sara had to get kidnapped. Who did she hurt? Was it Heather, someone she knew from when she was younger, or a family member? I hope we find out what made her lose control and hurt someone.

I love chapter 4 also. This story is getting better and better with more chapters. I wonder who this Heather chick is? How do they afford all this great stuff like the car? How did Heather and Sara meet? Were they next door neighbors or worked in the same building? Hmm that would be something great to learn. We dont know much about Sara either. What is in South Dakota beside a mess that Sara and Sam need to fix? What will be the plan to get the four back together? Hmm all these questions and I can not wait until the next chapter. Keep up thw wonderful work and update real soon. LLLOOOVVVEEE this story so much.

Hey, Things are getting interesting. I can't believe the boys would split up, and go off with the girls like that. Especially where the girls had seemed so close, yet they readily agreed to separate? Hmm, the boys must be lost in their own anger and emotions not to be a little suspicious of that.

So I have come, I have read and I have reviewed. lol Now make sure you complete this story lol. Don't leave me hanging.

Trace

Hey everyone! It's your lucky day! I'm updating today! The chapter is a bit shorter but some things are answered. We learn a bit about where Dean/Heather and Sam/Sara are at, or went, or whatever. LoL. There is also a lot of talking in this chapter and not a whole lot of action. The talking is to kind of explain a few things about how Heather and Sara met, know each other, and so on. Also, there is a bit of a shocker and cliffie in this chapter. Oddly enough, I think there is two cliffies because I had to split the chapter with each couple. Don't hate me! :hide

SAMMY'S GIRL!!- Thanks so much for all your feedback. I really appreciate that and in this chapter you will find out some of what is going on with the partners. The next chapter will as well.

The Dark Sam Winchester- Farah, thanks so much for reading. I know how busy you are and if you ever have any questions about something not making sense, please let me know. I know that us Americans have a lot of slang that you might not understand. :D

haloharper- I think a lot of your questions are answered in this chapter. If not, they are definitely going to be answered in future chapters. As for South Dakota, Bobby lives there so you get to see a glimpse of him in this chapter, as well as in the next chapter. I'm glad that you are liking this fanfic so far. :D

trickie- Thank you so much for reading! I know you read one of my other fics so I'm glad you decided to read this one too. This fic is my baby :D See! I'm giving you an update only a day or two after you read it. I'm sure the next update will take a lot longer before you get it but that's because I'm also in college and have other fics.

Without further adieu, here is your chapter. Let me know what you think :D

Chapter 5. Parting of the Ways

Dean and Heather sat in the Impala, not uttering a single word as Dean sped down the road at a deathly speed. His hands clenched the steering wheel so tight his knuckles wee white and his body was rigid and tense with anger. Heather read his physical vibes and almost felt too scared to say anything. “It’s okay to say something,” heather stated, knowing how he felt. She had gotten in a few spats with Sara throughout the years.

“There is nothing to say.” Dean said through clenched teeth, his demeanor remaining the same.

“He’s your brother. It’s okay to be upset.” Heather commented with a caring voice.

“I don’t want to talk about this.”

“Fine. What do you want to talk about then?” She asked curiously, hoping to take his mind off of his brother.

“You could tell me how you got into all of this. Hunting that is.” Dean suggested as he loosened his grip on the steering wheel.

Heather thought a moment about her past and everything that had happened to her. Her life had been far from normal and definitely not easy, but a bit complicated to explain, or at least it was complicated in her mind. To others it might seem fairly simple. “I already told you that my father is a general who works for the government.” Heather restated as she turned away from him, staring out the window.

Dean finally loosened his grip on the steering wheel and calmed down with the change of subject. “No, that explains your dad, not you.”

“My dad is the main reason I do hunt,” She explained. “He’s the one who has always been obsessed with the supernatural, well, ever since my mother died.”

“How did she die?” Dean asked without offering any sympathy. He wasn’t known for being sympathetic, plus he didn’t know the entire circumstances.

“Childbirth and yes I know that’s not exactly supernatural, but he always had this theory that it was,” she confessed. “When he couldn’t prove it, he just focused his time and energy towards it, like he was chosen to do it, like it was his calling.”

“I think all dads go a little crazy after their wife dies.” He teased, considering his father took up hunting the supernatural after his mother died. Even Bobby became a hunter after he killed is possessed wife. However, no matter how obsessed those two men became, he admired them. As he his brother had mentioned before, his father could have been ‘a little more tequila and a lot less hunting’.

Deciding to change the subject since she didn’t have anything further to say about her father or why she had gotten into hunting, Heather decided to ask the whereabouts of their next hunt since Dean had taken off without mentioning it. “Where are we going anyways?”

“I have a couple of places in mind, but didn’t give it too much thought as of yet.” He replied while still driving. “I was thinking about South Dakota but I’m sure Sam is already doing that.” Dean’s face became grim again at the mention of Sam, but he tried to carry on by doing what he was born to do.

After a few hours on the road, Dean decided to stop at a hotel. If there was one thing he hated more than anything, it was sleeping in his car. It’s not that he didn’t love his car – because he definitely loved his baby – but he was a grown man and he felt cramped because of his height. Sam hated sleeping in the Impala more since he was a few inches taller than Dean, but Dean always laughed at Sam after awaking from a night of sleep in the Impala, mainly because Sam’s knees would make a popping sound, and Dean just found it funny when something annoyed his brother.

Turning off the engine, the car quieted and Dean stepped out of the driver’s seat, the door creaking slightly as he opened it before his feet were planted firmly on the hard cement. His first stop was the hotel’s main office to buy a room with one of his many fake credit cards. He wondered if Heather knew about his credit card scams as he ignored the red blinking hotel sign which blinked because of a broken bulb. The Black Thorn hotel didn’t seem like the greatest name for a hotel, but Dean was always glad to have a clean place to sleep and a place to take a hot shower, even though a few of the hotels Sam and him stayed had been questionable and he left feeling anything but clean.

After following his standard routine for renting a room, he walked back to the car with a room key. He saw Heather waiting with the bags already on her shoulder. Since he didn’t’ want her to suffer, not that he didn’t think a girl could carry things, he went to room 18 and quickly unlocked the door. Then he grabbed a couple of bags from Heather and dropped them in the room, each one making a loud thud as they hit the floor.

Dean did the obvious routine that he typically followed with Sam by taking the bed closest to the door. He had always done this in order to watch out for his little brother, so in habit, he took the bed closest to the door again. Letting out a sigh of stress, he sat down on the end of the bed, putting his elbows on his legs and resting his head in his hands. Turning his head, he glanced over at Heather who sat quietly on her own bed. “Can I ask you a question?” He asked, but continued without waiting for a response. “How do you know Sara?”

Heather sat on the other bed, the one farthest from the door, as her mind was lost in thought. “We went to high school together and knew each other in grade school as well. We met in first grade and our friendship was kind of off and on until 8th grade. We have been best friends since then.”

“That’s interesting,” Dean said without actually sounding interested. “But that doesn’t explain how you learned who she really was or got involved in the hunting with her.”

“She is my best friend,” Heather stated sternly, irritation in her voice. “When I found out, I was shocked but stood by her. I’ve stood by her through a lot. That’s what friends and family do.”

Dean’s jaw clenched at her comment about sticking with family. “What exactly is a lot in your definition because sometimes you can only take so much from family?” He stated, staring right at her and making the tension between them heavier.

Turning away from Dean, Heather didn’t respond for a minute. A silent tear ran down her cheek but she wiped it away, making it obvious that she was crying. “I had a brother named Ben. We were all friends but one day something terrible happened.” Heather paused a moment to inhale deeply and try to calm her emotions. “The three of us were in a car when we were hit by a drunk driver. My brother was driving because Sara had asked him to. Ben died and Sara wasn’t the same after that.”

Dean tried to be sympathetic, even though chick flick moments were never his thing, but at the same time, he wanted to know more so he talked in a low voice in order to not push her away. “What do you mean by she wasn’t the same?” He asked softly.

Heather finally faced him with tears in her eyes because she didn’t care about hiding anymore. “I mean she killed people. She killed the guy who hit us and his wife, mother, father, and everyone he ever cared about.” She answered, wiping away her last few tears with her hand.

“And you’re friends with her why?!” Dean exclaimed in disbelief.

Heather stood up and shouted at him in anger. “The cops didn’t do crap and you don’t understand. He was like a brother to her but she has tried to make up for her wrongs,” she defended Sara’s actions. “You haven’t seen real evil until you’ve seen your best friend slaughter someone in vengeance and enjoy it.” Her voice turned intense and her expression changed to one of fear.

Shaking his head and letting out a huff of disbelief, Dean glared at her. “That’s your fault that you’re scared since you’re best friends with her. You should have wasted her a long time ago.” He said, throwing in his opinion.

“I would never kill her and I can’t hurt her,” she confessed while trying to keep her cool with Dean’s anger rising. “The angel’s wouldn’t be too happy if she died.”

A look of shock overcame Dean as he stared at her frozen in surprise. “What do you mean?”

“The angels found a way to stop her, to bring her back from the darkness.” She let out the facts so suddenly.

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Meanwhile, Sam and Sara pulled into the driveway of Bobby’s junkyard. The rusty old cars were scattered around the backyard, some of the cars wrecked or missing pieces. “You might want me to talk to Bobby before you come in.” Sam suggested, knowing the old man would have questions as he turned the car off.

“I’m fine.” Sara stated calmly before grabbing her bags out of the backseat. Sam just grinned as he grabbed his, knowing this encounter with Bobby would be rather interesting.

The two walked up to the door, Sam in front of Sara to block Bobby’s view of her. He didn’t know how Bobby would react to Sara being half demon since he didn’t even mention her on the phone to him.

After a couple of minutes, Bobby answered the door. “It sure is good to see you, Sam.” He greeted kindly since Sam and Dean were like sons to him.

Sam entered the familiar house, revealing Sara once he stepped out of the way.
She just walked right in, glanced around, and sat her bag down without being invited in. “Not bad.” She commented about the house.

Bobby’s eyes were on her like a vulture. “Sam, you care to explain who your friend is and where Dean is at?”

Sam focused on Bobby to make sure he wouldn’t try anything. “She’s a friend and
Dean is off with someone else.” He answered, giving the information to Bobby freely.

“What he means to say is that I’m a half demon, half human whose best friend his brother decided to shack up with.” Sara interjected, acting if the situation was funny.

Bobby looked at Sam like he was stupid. “You let a demon into my home that you dumped your brother for? You got to give me a little more to go on then that, boy.”

“Dean and I had a disagreement so we split up.” Sam replied while looking at his father figure with gentle eyes, trying to let him know that he didn’t want to talk about what had happened right this instance.

“Still doesn’t explain the demon standing here in my house.” Bobby said with his eyes still refocusing on her after Sam’s attempt to ignore his explanation for leaving Dean elsewhere. Then he pulled out a flask of holy water and tossed some in her face.

Sara just wiped her face with her hand. “Oh it stings.” She joked since it really didn’t. “I’m half demon, not full demon. That stuff has no effect on me.”

Bobby put away the flask and turned to Sam. “I think we should consult my books while you two are here. Don’t here too much about half demons.” He confessed, still leery of Sara but willing to give her a chance since she was with Sam and he had let Ruby help fix the Colt in the past, plus this girl was only half demon.

“We can worry about that later,” Sam suggested. “What’s this case you have for us?”

Walking over to his desk, Bobby pulled out a folder full of newspaper articles and other information. “Three deaths at a strip club. All three men had their hearts ripped out.”

“What do you think it is?” Sam asked curiously, just itching to get in another hunt.

Bobby looked at him seriously. “A werewolf.”

LoL !! Awesome as usual !! :D

The angels got a solution for Sara ?? :blink:

A werewolf included in the story ?? :blink:

Can't wait to see the next chapter !! :lol2

Hmm, so the angels helped/stopped Sara? They must have plans for her. Interesting. And Bobby is sending Sam and Sara an a werewolf hunt? Wonder how that'll turn out. I worry about Sam being with Sara, not that she'd hurt him but him watching her use her demon abilities is going to make him much more curious about his own.

I'll try to be patient for your next update,

Trace

ohh awesome update
more plz love it.
hmm, what will happen next,.?

Not a bad chapter. Wonder who helped Sara was it Cas, Anna, or someone else? We still dont know much about Heather she is so secretive and needs to share with Dean. Wonder what hunt Heather and Dean will be on? Bet it will deal with a werewolf. lol Will we find out more about Sara and what the angels want with her and how they stopped her killing people. Who is the suppose werewolf Sara and Sam have to find? Hmm I dont know. I cannot wait until you update. Keep up the wonderful work. I give you a 10 for writing an interesting story.

You know I didnt put my thoughts on here about Ben. Will Sara talk about him or will it be to painful to talk about. Was Benny older or younger than Heather? Was Ben in the same line as Sara and Heather or did he have a different job? I dont know and we might never find out.

Thanks everyone who left a comment. I'll leave you all little shoutouts when I put up my next chapter. I'm not sure when that will be since I'm busy with school and working on some other fics.

The Dark Sam Winchester- Farah! Thanks for reading! :D Yes there is a werewolf involved in this chapter. A big meanie one I might add! :( As for the angels having a plan for Sara, I'm not sure. I haven't actually decided that one. There is a bit more info about that in this chapter. Whether or not there are plans for her, will be based on where I take this story so you'll just have to wait and see!

Trickie- Trace, I guess you didn't have to be too patient for the update after all! I kind of popped this one out rather quick. Then again, it is my baby. :lol: I'll say it again about the angel thing, you'll find out in this chapter a bit more but as for them having plans for her, I'm not sure yet. If they do....let's just say it will be rather interesting. :D

SAMMY'S GIRL!!!- Thanks for reading. I'm glad you like the updates. You'll find out what happens next....when you read this chapter! :D

Haloharper- Heather, I think most of your comments are answered in this chapter. You will find out how she helped the angels and kind of how they stopped her. As for the part about Dean and Heather's hunt....well, you just have to read. When it comes to Ben, I'm not sure I'm going to actually discuss him much more. He might be mentioned later on if it plays into the story and I do kind of have an idea where it might.

With all of that said to you guys, thanks again to all of you for reading. I hope you enjoy this chapter. It is a bit shorter than some but this one jumps around a little, kind of like the last one. However, this chapter also ends in a cliffhanger. Sorry but I couldn't help it. :D

Chapter 6. When Strippers Go Wrong

Back at the hotel, Dean’s shocked face stared at Heather. “What do you mean the angels would be angry?” He asked, the tone of his voice almost demanding an explanation.

“The angels helped stop her when she went dark side,” replied Heather. “If she hadn’t saved one once, I doubt they would have saved her.”

Dean ran his hand over his face, stressed at the thought of the angels helping a demon. “Please tell me the angel’s name wasn’t Castiel.” He requested with pleading eyes, like he wanted her to lie to him.

A look of empathy crossed Heather’s face. “I’m sorry but it was him.”

Swallowing hard, Dean faced her, his eyes showing desire to learn more. “How did she help him and how did he help her?”

“It’s not really my place to explain all of this considering I don’t know the details but I believe she helped with something called the Sword of Lucifer.” She explained, pausing for his reaction.

Dean shook his head in disbelief. “This just gets better and better.” He cracked sarcastically. He wanted to know more but his phone rang. Grabbing it quickly, he glanced at the display to see Sam’s name. A sigh escaped him as he remembered the last conversation, or in their case, argument, Sam and he had. Regardless, Dean flipped the phone open, putting it to his hear, and hearing a voice foreign from Sam’s. “Sara?”

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Sam’s jaw clenched as soon as Bobby mentioned the word werewolf. The last time he encountered a werewolf, it was Madison and that didn’t turn out well since he shot and killed her to prevent her form killing more people. He looked over at Sara to read her expression but she appeared calm.

“Are you okay, Sam?” Bobby asked, reading Sam’s signs of distress.

Sam nodded even though his brooding face said otherwise. “As long as the damn thing doesn’t bite.”

Sara suddenly cut in, giving her opinion. “I think you and I should investigate.” She directed her suggestion towards Sam.

“What did you have in mind?” He asked curiously since he still wanted to help these people.

“Go undercover of course. How about a stripper and her customer?” She smirked at him playfully.

Sam looked at her questioningly. “I’ll let you figure that one out when we get there.”

“Just wear a t-shirt and jeans. Something comfy since we can hunt the little bitch tonight since it’s a full moon.”

“What are you going to wear?” Sam asked with a slight smirk because he could only just imagine the wardrobe she would have.

“You’ll just have to wait and see.” She smirked before finding the nearest bathroom to change in.

The two met back downstairs after changing their clothes. Sam had on his greyhound t-shirt and a pair of jeans with holes forming in the knees. Sara was wearing a tan trench coat, covering her clothes underneath. Whatever she was wearing, Sam knew she wasn’t wearing pants. “I hope you’re not naked under there.” He grinned at her mischievously.

“They don’t call it a birthday suit for nothing.” She teased him with seriousness. “Now let’s go.”

The two made the trip to the strip club in a matter of a few minutes. Sam kept glancing over at Sara, wondering if she really was naked under there, but he tried to ignore the thought as he pulled into the parking lot of the Déjà vu. The neon pink sign was flashing the name repeatedly as Sam stepped out of the car and planted his feet firmly on the ground. As the two walked towards the entrance, the sun started to set so they knew their time was becoming limited.

Upon entering, they both heard the exotic music playing above for the strippers to dance to. Various girls were dancing around poles in different outfits that either contained fur, spandex, sequins, nylon, or feathers. Some outfits had a combination of each. Other girls were also giving lap dances to paying customers getting as much of the man’s weekly paycheck as possible. A few women were also serving drinks in skimpy outfits while muscular men stood on guard at several places in the building.

Eventually, Sara walked up to the bar, hoping to talk to the owner. There was a middle-aged man behind the bar who wasn’t serving drinks and only watching over the place. Before talking to the man, Sara told Sam to go find a seat anywhere he wanted. Sam didn’t argue with her and went along with her plan.

Sara leaned down on the bar and smiled at the man, half with mischief, the other half to lure him in with a wanting affect.

The man walked up to her, looking at her with neither interest nor disinterest. “What can I do for you?” He asked neutrally.

She smirked at him. “You can let me dance tonight.”

“I contract all my dancers and don’t do freelancing with strange women that come in.” He spat at her while drying a wet glass with a cloth to actually appear as if he were helping the bartender.

“You sure?” She questioned before opening her trench coat to reveal a sparkly pair of black shorts with a matching top but the top dipped low to show her cleavage and it only covered that part of her, leaving her midriff showing.

The guy stared until she closed her trench coat. “Alright, but I want half of your money from dancing.”

Sara knew this guy was a real pervert now but she didn’t argue since they were there to work on a case. “Deal.”

“Good. You’re on in 10 minutes then.” He explained with a huge grin on his face.

Sam started to worry when he noticed Sara was missing. He glanced around frantically until some slow exotic music played in the speakers above that caught his attention. His eyes darted towards the stage where some type of smoke crept along the floor. Eventually a person appeared through the smoke, slowly walking onto the stage. Sam’s eyes went wide when he realized it was Sara.

Sam shifted awkwardly in his seat at the thought of her dancing. He felt even more awkward when she actually started, but first Sara opened and slid off her trench coat, causing Sam to swallow hard at the sight of her outfit.

Sara grabbed the pole in front of her, wrapping her lower legs around it, her back facing most of the audience she had gained. She leaned backwards, her hands wrapped tightly around the pole to support herself as she did so. After she leaned back as far as she could, she winked at Sam and smirked. She pulled herself back up afterwards and then did a couple of twirls around the pole.

Sam’s eyes were completely fixed on her when she twirled around the pole upside down, sliding down it slowly before flipping so that her body was right side up. Little did Sam know, several other men were completely mesmerized by how she seemed to move exactly with the rhythm of the music, but she was also receiving dirty looks from a fellow stripper in the club. Her glare was cold and deathly as she appeared rather irritated by Sara taking all the attention away.

Finally moving away from the pole, Sara danced along the edge of the stage, moving her hips n rhythm as men reached up to place money in a band around her leg or in the top of her knee high leather boots. After gaining enough money from men, Sara did a back flip off of the stage, landing perfectly on her feet. At this point, Sara’s eyes focused intensely on Sam.

Sam watched her as she slowly made her way over. What happened next took him off guard. Sara sat on his lap, facing him while she moved her hips slowly to the music, teasing him every moment. At one point, she ground her hips against his lap, causing him to swallow hard again. His heart was also racing at this point, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he closed his eyes for a moment to try and calm his nerves.

When Sam reopened his eyes, Sara’s face was by his ear. “The stripper in blue with the sequins might be the werewolf.” She whispered to him in order to describe the stripper who had been glaring at her, before pulling away and lifting herself off of his lap. When she stood before him, she lifted her boot, placing it on the chair between his legs, waiting for money from him for her dance.

Sam grinned, pulling a 20 dollar bill from his pocket and pushing it into her boot. Sara smiled back at him before dancing around a few other men, but not dancing on their laps. Then she disappeared into a bit of smoke a few minutes later, not realizing the glaring stripper’s eyes were now focused on Sam but this time she had a smirk on her face.

Sara was in the back of the club for a few minutes before coming back out with her trench coat on again. She handed the perverted owner half of her money she had earned, groaning inwardly at the 500 dollars she lost. After paying him, she glanced to the spot Sam had been sitting but he wasn’t there. That’s when it occurred to her that she couldn’t sense Sam by his demon blood at all.

Panicking, Sara ran outside, hearing a loud crash in the back alley. As she reached the noise, she found Sam on the ground near a big green dumpster, the stripper over top of him. Sara guessed the sound was from Sam being thrown into the dumpster as she ran at the woman, shoving her off of Sam and then tackling her to the ground.

The woman was clearly the werewolf, her temper showing since her teeth were bared and she growled at Sara. The stripper tried to slash at Sara, her nails elongated and sharp. Blocking the attack by putting her arm up, Sara then kicked the woman hard in her stomach, sending her backwards. Sara quickly acted by rolling towards Sam and pulling out the gun loaded with silver bullets out of his jacket pocket.

After grabbing the gun, Sara propped herself up, one knee on the ground, her other foot flat on the ground as she pointed the gun at the werewolf.

The woman reacted quickly, pulling herself up into a position so that she actually looked like an animal. She hissed at Sara and snapped her teeth before running at her.

“Sorry but I don’t like bitches that bite.” Sara spat before pulling the trigger and firing a round right into the werewolf’s head.

The woman flew backwards a little when she got shot before she actually fell to the ground. Once she was down, Sara stood up, walked over to her, and fired another bullet into her chest just to be safe.

Finally Sara stepped back over to Sam, looking down at him. Her eyes widened in shock at the bite mark on his arm, Sam looking up at her with a bit of fear in his eyes himself while he whimpered a little in pain. “No.” Sara let out almost like a gasp.

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Heather looked at Dean with fear since Sara had just been the last thing uttered from Dean’s mouth after answering his phone.

“What’s going on, Sara?” He questioned sounding impatient.

The response he received made his eyes go wide and caused him to drop his phone before abruptly standing up from the bed and stuffing clothes and other belongings into his bags that he had just brought into the room earlier that day. Dean’s behavior frightened Heather so she quickly picked up the phone. “Sara? What is it?” She asked with panic.

“Sam has been bitten by a werewolf and he’s sick.” Sara answered her.

Oh no! Sam's been bitten! Dean is gonna be wild, and knowing him, he'll take his anxiety out on Sara. Blaming her for not having Sam's back. We all know how protective Dean is over his baby brother.

Trace

omg no way!! sam! love it!
update soon please

Not bad. Love the story. Found a mistake that should be pointed out. While talking with some classmates the other day, strip clubs became a topic. Dont ask why it was something a guy friend brought up. Well we talked about how places like Deja Vu does not serve any alcholic drinks because it a totally nude bar. If it was only topless then they could serve alcholic drinks. Why they dont serve alchol is because men would get rowdy if they been drinking and saw a woman naked. Well that is just an opinion by many people. Dont know if that is true but who knows. Just wanted to point that out. From your story you have all the dancers dressed. So in a way you changed it, but maybe didnt know about the type of place the Vu was. I am not complaining I just wanted to inform you about it.

Now on to questions that came up while reading this chapter. What is going to happen to Sam? Is Sara going to be blamed for Sam getting hurt? How sick is Sam going to be? Will his demon blood try to destroy the werewolf venom or will it be the other way around. Will Sara give him her blood or try to get rid of the venom by drawing it out? I wonder what will happen?

Not big on cliffhangers but I love the story. Keep up the great work.

:o
What a cliffhanger !! :evil
I can't wait now to see if Sam is gonna turn or not
into a werewolf ??
What will be Dean's reaction towards this situation ??

I can't wait to read the next chapter !! :lol:

Trace- Your theory is pretty much played out in this chapter. We all know deep down how Dean would react and you get to see it here, along with a bunch of other reactions from him and some goodies.

SAMMY'S GIRL!!!- Yes way! Sam is always having issues with werewolves or vampires, so why not again?! Hehe.

Heather- I used the Deja Vu just because it is a strip club that I know. I guess since the dancers didn't take off any clothes, that means that they can serve alcohol so technically I guess it's okay. I wasn't really too concerned about that and I'm guessing they have different rules in different states. All of your questions are pretty much answered in this chapter.

Farah- You will see what happens to Sam and Dean's reaction. I think this chapter actually focuses more on Dean's reactions and feelings than anything else.

As for all of you, thanks to all of you for reading and for your comments. I really appreciate all the feedback and am so glad that you have all followed me this far. As for some nice bits of information in this chapter, you're all going to learn who Sara's demonic father is, some more about the angels involvement with her, and definitely what happens with Sam, and of course Dean's reactions. The chappie kind of ends with a cliffie, but at the same time, not really. I'm sure most of you know that the cliffie has been kind of progressive in the storyline.

Chapter 7. Might As Well Be Half Dead

Dean packed his bags frantically and started loading them into the car. His heart was racing in his chest because his baby brother was in danger and when they grew up, he had always been there to protect Sam. Now his only living relative was in danger, so his hunter instincts kicked into overdrive. Plus, he didn’t want the argument Sam and he had, to be their last conversation. He didn’t want those to be the last words they exchanged. However, the worst part about it all was when Dean heard about how Sam had been bit by a werewolf, he worried if he would have to kill Sam.

Heather quickly finished her phone conversation with Sara after she found out Sara and Sam’s location. Dean’s panic bothered Heather so she stood up and made Dean stop in his tracks. “What are you doing?”

“We’re leaving right this instance.” Dean stated, stepping aside and continuing what he was doing. No way was some woman he had only met a few days ago going to stand in his way. This was his brother and he knew he had to do everything in his power to help Sam, even if the two were not on the best of terms lately. Now the argument seemed kind of silly, especially the two separating, considering he had only known Heather a few days.

“Alright.” Heather could see his distress so she didn’t say another word as she grabbed what little of her belongings remained in the hotel since Dean had gathered up most of them in his worried panic. After gathering what was left, she threw the things into the car and sat down in the passenger seat, glancing out the window with worry since she knew Dean would behave differently until he found a way to save his brother.

The car ride to Bobby’s was entirely quiet, not even the radio was on to offer a bit of comforting sound. Dean was mainly lost in his thoughts about being too late to save Sam while Heather wondered how bad the situation really had been. There was also the other thing that troubled her mind; how Dean would react to Sara since Sam had become injured while on a hunt with her.

After a few hours, the two finally arrived, Dean still not uttering a word. Even the lack of noise once the engine was turned off left an unpleasant ringing sensation in Heather’s ears. Deciding it was best to keep quiet, Heather grabbed her bags in silence before walking up to the door with Dean who had already gathered his bags without offering her help. Heather assumed the situation was worse than she had anticipated because of this and when she saw a middle-aged man at the door, who she assumed was Bobby, wearing the grimmest expression she had ever seen.

Dean clenched his teeth together at the old hunter’s expression. “How bad is it?” He asked even though a part of him knew by the way Bobby looked.

“Go see for yourself, son.” He suggested before stepping out of the doorway and holding the door open.

The two stepped inside and dropped their bags down by the door, not bothering to place them in a more suitable location. Bobby just pointed to a door which was one of Bobby’s spare bedrooms. “He’s in there.” He stated, trailing behind Dean a little to watch in on everyone.

Dean stepped up to the door slowly, his heart breaking at the sight of his little brother lying on the bed looking like death. Sam’s skin was pale as snow and his entire body shivered, yet beads of sweat were collected on his forehead. Sam even let out an occasional whimper of pain as his body shook like he was cold.

Out of the corner of Dean’s eye, he saw Sara standing in the room. She was about to put a cloth on Sam’s forehead but Dean wasn’t going to allow that. He charged at her, grabbing her by the shoulders and shoving her against the wall hard. “This is your damn fault! You’re supposed to watch a fellow hunter’s back!” He spat at her with a look of complete disgust and hatred on his face.

Sara didn’t respond since her expression of complete guilt was enough to explain it all.

“You’re not going to say anything?” He asked in disbelief with the faintest hint of sarcasm since he knew she wasn’t going to speak. “I can work with that.” Then Dean punched her hard in the face, still keeping her pinned to the wall.

“You can hit me all you want.” She replied before snapping her head back from the blow she took, revealing a bloody lip.

Heather came charging into the room, trying to use all of her strength to separate them but it was no use. “Stop it right now!” She shouted, looking slightly frightened for her best friend.

Dean ignored Heather and focused on Sara. “Oh I can hurt you in a lot more ways then that. I’ll torture you if it helps make me feel better.” He spat at her seriously.

“Go ahead,” she replied. “It will be just like daddy torturing me then since he’s the one who taught you.”

Finally Dean pulled away, his expression confused and shocked at the same time. “Are you saying that evil son of a bitch is your father?” He asked, trying to comprehend what she said in his mind.

“Yes.” She replied simply.

“Are you guys done yet?” Bobby asked with annoyance, his patience wearing thin. “This isn’t going to help Sam any.”

A soft moan then came from the bed. “Dean?” Sam questioned weakly.

Dean ignored the others at this point, hurrying over to his brother and sitting down on the edge of the bed. “It’s going to be okay. We’re going to help you.” He said confidently. Then he noticed the bandage on Sam’s arm, a bit of blood seeping through the white gauze. “I won’t let you become a monster.” Dean added.
Sam let out a hoarse chuckle. “I already am one.” He joked, but almost in a manner that sounded like he believed it before he fell back into his unconscious slumber.

Dean started at his brother for awhile, his heart sinking in fear and at anger towards himself for how things had been left with his brother. Finally he looked up to everyone else. “We have to help him.”

“There might be a way.” Sara stated, causing Dean to turn and face her.

“Please enlighten me then.” He said sarcastically.

Sara looked at Heather with a knowing glance. Dean picked up on this look so he focused on Heather.

Heather’s eyes went wide. “No! You can’t!” She exclaimed.

“Can’t do what?” Dean asked. “I’m lost.”

“I have a potion that can help.” Sara replied, avoiding Heather’s look of worry.

Dean shook his head. “Like I’m going to trust you with my brother’s life?” He asked her sarcastically, still giving her that disgusted look because she was half demon.

“Time is running out and you don’t have many options. The only one you have is the one I’m offering,” she explained sternly. “You know there is no known cure for werewolfism and if you don’t let me help him, he will turn tonight.”

Appearing conflicted about what to do; Dean stared at the ground blankly. “Explain this potion to me.” He finally chimed in.

“Not now.” She responded before leaving the room quietly and heading into the bathroom.

Dean and Heather left the room, allowing Sam to get some peaceful rest. Facing Heather with crossed arms, he looked at her with resolve about getting an answer. “Care to tell me about this potion?”

Heather nodded silently, a grim look of sadness on her face. “Do you remember when Sara needed her serum? When I told you her demon half was killing her?” She asked him for future story explanation.

Dean nodded so she continued. “The potion is the one thing that can stop all of that. She just hasn’t used it because she wanted to use her powers for good and she thought the potion might weaken her powers.”

Dean wrinkled his forehead in confusion. “Why would she be willing to give up the one thing that can save her?” He asked, needing some type of rational explanation for Sara’s behavior.

“Apparently she thinks he’s worth saving,” she answered with a shrug, not actually knowing why. “All I know is the potion is rare. There isn’t another one like it.”

“How did she even get it?” He asked, wanting to know more.

Heather looked at him dead seriously at this point. “The angels,” she replied. “Which makes me think they have bigger plans for her then they let on.”

“The angels always were arrogant assholes.” Dean stated with seriousness before a loud shatter came from the bathroom.

Both turned their attention to the bathroom door, seeing Sara come out with a bloody fist. She noticed their judging eyes so she responded blandly. “I punched the mirror.”

Heather went to the bathroom, grabbing a rag and wrapping Sara’s hand with it after she walked back over to her. “You always were a dumbass.” She joked before glancing at Sara seriously. “If you give him this potion, you’re sentencing yourself to death.”

“Half human, half demon. I might as well be half dead.” Sara responded seriously, tying the rag around her hand to stop the crimson liquid that flowed from several small cuts on her hand.

Dean wanted to know how this potion actually worked so he decided to ask before Heather got the opportunity to talk Sara out of using the potion on Sam. “How does it actually work? Will it cure his demon blood?”

Sara shook her head. “No. He uses his powers so the demon blood is a part of him so he’s accepted the blood in a sense. The werewolf venom is infecting him, which the potion will cure an infection. That’s why I haven’t taken it yet. I’m not sure whether it would just suppress my demon half or cure the part trying to destroy me.” She explained thoroughly.

Dean stood in complete silence for several minutes, even pacing back and forth in the room a few times as he pondered what to do. His options were slim, and like Sara had said, the only option he really had was to trust her. There was no cure for werewolfism and he knew that since they had tried to save Madison by killing the werewolf who had bit her, but that didn’t work either. In the end, Sam had to put a bullet in her in order to keep her from killing people. Now he was faced with the same situation, but this time around, it was his own damn brother and this bothered him more than anything else possibly could right now.

“Give it to him.” Dean finally demanded, coming out of his silent daze.

Sara nodded, heading back to Sam’s room, Heather giving her a dire glance since she knew this could possibly mean the end of her friend at some point and they had been through so much that they were like sisters. Once entering the room,

Sara stepped over to Sam’s bed, sitting down on the edge without saying a word. She pulled a chain out from underneath her shirt that was around her neck, revealing a small vial attached at the end. That was the part hidden underneath her shirt, but the vial glowed a little, giving off a blue fluorescent color.

Holding the vial in her hand that was only four inches long, Sara reached over with her free hand, nudging Sam gently with her hand. “Sam?” She questioned. “I need you to wake up for a moment.” Her voice was soft as to not hurt him since he was probably in enough pain already and to not startle him.

Sam’s eyes fluttered slightly until they opened completely. His appearance wasn’t any better, in fact, it was worse. Somehow, he managed to look even more pale, his skin ghostly white and with more beads of sweat forming in other places than his forehead. As he looked at Sara weakly, his entire body shook slightly as the werewolf venom continued to poison his body. “Wh-what?” He asked with a slight stutter in his voice since his body trembled badly.

Trying to hold herself together at the sight of Sam, Sara brushed a bit of his sweaty hair away from his face. “I have something I need you to drink. It will make you feel better.” She explained before pulling the cork topper out of the vial and holding it up to his cracked pale lips.

Lifting his head up the best he could, Sam let her pour the blue liquid into his mouth that still glowed when it left the vial. Sam coughed as he swallowed the liquid, his throat being rather dry from the venom coursing through his vein. After he drank the potion, he looked at Sara with pleading eyes. “How long before I feel better?” He asked but his words were almost inaudible.

“To tell you the truth, I honestly don’t know but you will get better.” She gave him a reassuring smile before squeezing his hand gently. “Just trust me and rest okay?”

Sam nodded weakly before closing his eyes and falling back into his slumber. Sara walked back over to Heather and Dean who had been watching the entire scene from a distance, but Sara’s eyes were now focused on the empty glass vial in her hand. It was gone and never coming back now. Her one last shard of hope to survive this demonic curse someday was gone.

After a couple of minutes, they left the room, closing the door behind them in order to give Sam some peace and quiet. Dean stared at Sara, his eyes filled with wonder and also gratefulness, or at least for the moment since he didn’t know if the potion was working or not. “Sam is going to be really grateful for you doing this.” He said quietly, not offering his own thanks.

Sara looked up at him, her expression and words harsh. “He can know that I saved him, but he’s not going to know how. I don’t want him knowing that I gave him the one thing that could have saved my life someday. He doesn’t deserve to live with that guilt and most of all; I’m not going to have him pity me.”

“So you want us to lie to him?” Dean asked in disbelief. “He has a right to know.”

“I’m the one that saved him so what I say goes. I don’t like people feeling sorry for me.” She stated, throwing the empty glass vial into the trash since it was no longer useful. Then she glanced up at him and Heather, slight tears in her eyes. “Some people just aren’t worth saving.” She said, referring to herself in that last comment. Soon she would truly learn whether or not she was worth saving at all.

Wow love this chapter. I was so worried about Sam. I still am worried about him. The very end almost made me cry about how certain people are not worth saving. Is the serum really going to work or will it harm Sam? What will happen to Sara? Wow who knew that daddy taught Dean to torture people. That was a shock because we didnt know who was Sara's dad until now. Maybe Dean will be nicer to Sara now that she saved Sam for now. I wonder what will happen next. Keep up the wonderful work. Update soon.

:o Sara! Awesome chapter!!

Sara has given up the one thing that could've saved her to save Sam? Dean had better take that in to account the next time he judges her because of her heritage.
A selfless act like that deserves a reward....will she be rewarded?


Trace

omg great story i love it.
update soon plz
wonder what happens next??