[dean/sam] Fancy Meeting You Here

[sarahblake]

time to be a big girl now

and big girls don't cry

As Sam spoke, or yelled to be more accurate, Sarah found herself growing more and more agitated. "In what diluted world is it okay to storm into someone's life, a life you know absolutely nothing about, and make assumptions?" She made a mock laugh and threw her hands out in frustration. "I didn't need protection? Is that what you really think? Don't you read the papers, Sam? Two weeks after you two decided to leave town, we got a little visit from a particularly scary biker gang. Pale, pointed teeth, not the biggest fans of sunlight. I had to take care of my dad, and my friends, and myself. After that, I learned fast that I can't rely on hunters. They come into town when it's convenient for their own vendettas, and then they leave without a trace. Not giving a damn about the people they leave behind."

When Sam walked away, Sarah crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against her truck, giving Dean a look that said more than words ever could. "This isn't my first rodeo, Dean. And save me the trouble? Thanks, but I think the two of you have done enough damage when it comes to hurting me." She stood up straight again and moved her hands to her hips, turning her foot out to the side in a clear stance of irritation when Sam walked back over towards her.

"We've had this conversation before, Sam. I told you I wasn't going to run and hide. I told you I'm a big girl and it's not your job to make decisions for me. Remember? And I said that back when you were actually around, now I haven't heard from you in God knows how long, and-" She cut herself off a tear forming in the corner of her eye.

No. No way. I am not going to cry.

She held her emotions back with a deep breath, totally taken off guard when Sam pulled her in for a hug. Start over with Sam? If only it were that simple. But, she took the hug and closed her eyes for a minute, taking in the way he felt and smelled. It reminded her of the last time she'd touched him, and the memory had her wanting to just say screw it and kiss him again, forgetting about everything that had, and hadn't, happened and just following her instincts.

Dean's voice pulled her from her thoughts, just in time to save her from doing something potentially stupid. She took a step back and forced herself to take her eyes off of Sam and looked at Dean. "Sure, yeah, we can do that. We can talk." She ran a hand through her still wet hair and cleared her throat. "I have a room at the Jefferson, and I'm sure it's about a thousand times nicer than whatever hole in the wall motel you guys checked in at. You might as well just stay with me, so we can work this thing out together, because I'm not going anywhere. And don't worry, it's a suite, so there's plenty of room."

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Sam’s eyes shot up when he heard Sarah’s rant about the bikers. “Sarah…I…I didn’t know.” He told her, trying to calm her down but seeing that it was almost impossible so he instead kept his damn mouth shut. He couldn’t believe that really he never thought about the fact that someone else could come into that town and try and hurt her. He had never given it any thought and that bothered him more than he cared to admit. He could have easily fallen in love with Sarah back then and he knew that he could easily fall for her now…though he wasn’t sure that was going to happen as she might kill him before he had the chance.

He heard her statement about being a big girl and could easily remember the same conversation they had had several years earlier but he didn’t comment, instead he relished the feeling of her in his arms. She fit so perfectly there. She was tiny but strong, and he was tall and strong. The two fit together in a way that he hadn’t felt before. Even with Jess, who would always be in his heart, was only a few inches shorter than him but was extremely waif. Sarah had strength running through her that he couldn’t describe but he relished in the feeling of it against him.

Sam glared at his brother when he stated that they should just kill Sarah and get it over with. “Shut up Dean.” He stated with a snarl, not liking anyone threatening Sarah, but especially not his older brother. He’d get him for that one later…and even though he knew that Dean wasn’t serious it still brought out his protective nature which seemed to be in full force when it came to the dark headed girl.

“I know where your hotel is. We’ll meet you there.” He told her before grabbing his brother’s arm and dragging him towards the car. “Drive.” He told him, getting into the passenger seat and slamming the door shut, banging his head against the back of the seat. “God I’m a dumbass.” He stated to the car though knowing that Dean wouldn’t resist commenting on his self loathing. He hated the way things had just gone with Sarah and he knew he needed to take the car ride to try and get himself under control. She’d hand him his ass on a plate if he wasn’t careful…and that’s the last thing that he wanted…especially with her.

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Tag:: Dean Winchester, Sarah Blake
Outfit:: Click here for Sam’s wannabe FBI look
Note:: I adore this thread. Lol

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[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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Dean felt for Sarah when she told them about what happened. It also made Dean felt bad for when they had left her. “I’m sorry Sarah we would have never left if we would have known that was going to happen. We though you have been safe all these years.” Dean did know what it was like being pulled into this world, it not something anyone want to do they just have to. But sometimes it’s the only way to keep your family safe, and sometimes in the long run it is worth it.

Dean loved hearing the sound of getting to hang out in a suite, it sounded a lot better then all the other shit hole motel rooms they have stayed at for sure. “Wow a suite that sounds really nice, that means room service.” Dean said with a smile. “What you say we get some food and all get drunk and have some fun, alcohol always makes things better. For me anyway.” Maybe that was just what they all needed a bit of fun after today, Dean knew that it sounded like poor Sarah did at lest. On top of that Dean really wanted Sarah and Sam to catch up.

Dean could tell that Sam did not like the answer he had for Sarah, but it was just way to dangerous fir to be taking that on he was only making a point. “Look Sarah I wasn’t trying to be an Ass or threaten you, I was just trying to make a point. I like you Sarah you are a good person, I just don’t want to see you get hurt. I know it would kill Sam if anything happen to you.” Said Dean with a smile
to Sarah.

Sam really was acting crazy, it really was showing that he must care for Sarah with how nuts he was being right now. “Sam man you are hurting my arm, don’t grip so tight. Better yet let go of me Sammy.” Dean followed Sam to the car as fast as he could, it seemed as though he was in a hurry to get to Sarah. Dean got in started the Impala and begin to make his way there. Dean watched as Sam was hitting his had on the seat. “Sammy you can be a dumb ass sometimes I will admit that, but its ok you are juts tying to look out for Sarah. So don’t be so hard on yourself” Said Dean.

Dean had made his way to the place that Sarah was staying, he was parked right outside of the Jefferson. Dean was in shock with how big it was as his mouth was wide open. “Oh my god Sam would look at this Fucking place, I bet stars are staying here now as we speak. You know I might want to mossy on down to the bar while you talk to Sarah, you know give you guys some alone time.” Said Dean

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[sarahblake]

She sighed, listening to the two of them offer their apologies. The look on Sam's face in particular, let her know they meant every word, so she could at least take comfort in the fact that they hadn't meant her any harm. At least not physically. Though she did have the scar on the back of her neck as a not so fond memory of the first and only vampire she'd faced. She moved to rub the spot instinctively, feeling the ridges and dips that were a constant reminder of just how dangerous this job truly was. It also reinforced her belief that you should live every day to it's fullest potential, go after what you want and not hold back. You never knew which moment would be your last, and if she died tomorrow, whether it be from this Rugaru eating her alive or her brakes giving out on her way back to her hotel, she wouldn't have to worry about 'what if's.

When Dean suggested they all get drunk and have some fun, she quirked a brow at him, resisting the urge to inform him of just how totally kinky that sounded. "I'm in town appraising some things for the hotel, so my room and all the room service my little heart desires are on the house." Honestly, knocking back a few beers and a giant glass of wine, sounded really, really good right now. With her mind good and fucked by simply being in Sam and Dean's presence she could use a good unwinding.

"And it's okay, Dean. Don't worry about it." She cast a sideways glance back at Sam when his brother hinted at how he felt towards her, but she didn't comment on it, not wanting to make an awkward and tense situation any more uncomfortable by emptying out the closet of their past right there in the strip club's parking lot.

She turned back to Sam again, making eye contact with him and trying as hard as she could not to think about anything other than the conversation at hand. "Okay." Was all she had time to say before Sam was dragging a protesting Dean by the arm towards the classic muscle car he seemed to love more than anything. Sarah appreciated a nice car, but her vintage truck was reliable and full of character, just the way she liked most of the things in her life.

She slid into the driver's seat and immediately slumped forward, resting her forehead on the wheel and giving into the emotions she'd been holding back. She cried. And not in a cute, sniffly kind of way that brought out the flecks of gold in her eyes. In the full blown, running nose, sob that was too embarrassing to ever be seen by anyone other than one's mother. It wasn't a sad cry, in fact, Sarah rarely cried sad tears. Frustration, anger, hurt, confusion, those made her tear up like a baby and unfortunately for her they all filled her at once with the sight of Sam Winchester.

She pulled herself together after a minute, cleaning herself off with the shirt she'd been wearing, not caring that she'd only just put it on and the boys would surely be wondering what happened to it when she emerged from her car with just the undershirt she'd had on underneath. She had needed to let her pent up feelings out, and it was better done in the solitude of her car than after a few drinks in her hotel room with the Winchesters.

The Jefferson was a good ways from the club scene, but Richmond wasn't exactly a huge city so she made it there fairly quickly. She texted the boys her room number. She still had Sam's phone number in her cell, not that it had ever been of any use. She'd had too much pride to contact him after he left town, even when the vampires came, and he certainly didn't continue talking to her. Not wanting to risk falling and losing, and all that bullshit.

She hurried up to her room to make sure she was presentable, and was relatively sure all of her unmentionables were safely tucked away when there was a knock at the door.

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[Sam Michael Winchester]

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As Dean drove, Sam thought. He wasn’t sure why he was acting the way that he was, but he had a feeling it was a combination of a lot of things. For one thing, he was still reeling from the knowledge of what he had done while walking around without his soul. He was also trying to deal with the fact that his soul had been in Lucifer’s cage along with Lucifer and Michael. He was glad that Jess had found a way to take away those memories without taking away those that he had done while soulless. He knew that if he could feel the torment that he had accrued while in the cage, it might make him go mad.

He had a feeling it also had to do with what had happened recently. This whole situation felt like a huge déjà vu. The last time him and Sarah met, he was still trying to deal with the death and grief over losing Jessica. Now it was the same situation. Sure the situation with Jess had been a bit different as Jess had given herself back to heaven in order to allow him to have his soul back in his body.

Either way the situation felt too familiar. Now here he was, having feelings for Sarah again but he had just lost Jess also. It was a weird feeling to be going through this twice and he had a feeling that if he explained it to Sarah it may get him a bit off her bad side…then again she may smack him and tell him he’s a moron…either way it would be totally Sarah.

Before he knew it Dean was pulling up in front of a very large hotel. Dean was right about how big it was and that there could be stars staying there. The younger Winchester rolled his eyes at his older brother. “I think she wants to speak with both of us, not just me.” He told him before exiting the car and heading towards the lobby. He remembered briefly what room Sarah said she was in and headed towards the elevator. Once inside he pushed the corresponding level button and waited for it to go up to the suites.

He waited with bated breath once at the door as he held his hand up to knock on the door, hoping that he didn’t put his foot in his mouth again but knowing it was a large possibility. This girl really screwed with his head, and it was something that he couldn’t say he didn’t like.

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Tag:: Dean Winchester, Sarah Blake
Outfit:: Click here for Sam’s wannabe FBI look
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[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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Dean still couldn’t believe how nice this place was, it seemed as that even though she was a hunter she still had money keeping her going. Which was nice Dean wished they could be rich hunters, it would make the job easier and way more fun. Dean hated staying at the shitty cheap motels night after night, having to use stolen credit to pay for things. It gets old way to fast to soon, but they have just had to get use to it and deal just like there day did.

It seemed as though Sam wanted him to hang with them as well, which was fine Dean just wanted to give them some times to alone. He knew Sam liked her still, he proved that with the way he had acted to day very well. “Ok then Sammy then I will be there as well, well lets go.” Said Dean. Dean got out of his baby making sure to lock the doors, even though it was a nice enough hotel he didn’t think she was going to get robbed. But Dean had to make sure his car was going ok. “don’t worry baby you will be safe here.” Dean said to his car.

Dean followed Sam into the hotel making there way into the lobby, Dean looked around in a amazement at how nice the hotel lobby was. “Oh my god Sam look at this place!” Dean said following Sam into the elevator. “and look at this elevator, even this thing is even nice man! I could just hang out in here all day.” Dean then stopped talking knowing he had to be driving Sam nuts right about now, but what he expect its not everyday they stayed or hung out at a hotel like this. Dean walked out of the elevator with Sam making there way to her room. “So Sam do know what her room number is?” Dean asked.

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Tagged- Sarah and Sammy
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[sarahblake]

Sarah didn't know why her heart was beating so quickly, she just hoped the sound wasn't as evident to their ears as it was to her own. God, what is wrong with me she thought as she pulled the door open. Her eyes went straight to Sam's, but she only allowed them to stay there for a moment before she shifted to Dean's and gestured for them both to step into her bedroom. "C'mon in. Make yourselves at home, or whatever."

She made her way over to sit on the pull out couch in the living room, figuring they would follow her lead. Her room was pretty posh, if she did say so herself. She was getting used to being treated like near royalty when she was asked to do appraisals, though. A part of her wondered if the businesses thought they'd get a higher bid estimation if they pampered her. Either way, she wasn't complaining. There was already a bottle of wine and a bowl of fruit on the table, she hadn't had the time to touch either of them since she'd returned to her room. "The fridge is full of beer and mini bottles of liquor." She said it mostly to Dean, though she was really considering knocking back a few of those Captain's to calm her pulse, if for no other reason.

She turned back to look at Sam though she didn't make eye contact, getting lost in his eyes at the current moment was too confusing. "So, what all do you guys know about the Rugaru?" She had a feeling she'd gathered a hell of a lot more information than they had, having spoken to a few of the dancers already and due to the fact that she'd been scoping the case for a week now. Still, maybe they'd picked up on things she'd missed, being true hunters with more experience than she ever planned to get.

Hunting was tough, and not just the physical stuff, no, the emotional was far worse. All the death, seeing bodies turn from people to corpses, sometimes she thought it might drive her to insanity. She didn't have the stomach for it, and she knew it. Which was probably why a drink was sounding really, really good...

Ah, hell. Why not? "Want anything, Sam?" She asked the responsible half of the Winchester duo as she made her way to the fridge and withdrew a bottle of liquor for herself.

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Sam’s eyes widened as he took in the room after he stepped in. Wow, this girl definitely had taste…and obviously had the money for said taste. Unfortunately Dean had no taste (which to be fair they had learned from their father growing up) and they obviously had no money even if they did have taste. He had learned a few things about the finer things in life being at Stanford but it was short lived. He had spent more years as a hunter than he did at the prestigious university that he had loved so he guessed he could say he had no taste either, but that was really neither here nor there.

He shot a smile at Sarah when she told them to make themselves at home but refrained from commenting because he knew whatever came out of his mouth would sound like something that Dean would say more than something he would say. Jesus what was the matter with him? He had never reacted this way to a girl. Okay, to be fair he had reacted a bit like this to Jess but not exactly like this…this was almost…stronger…and that was something that was honestly hard for him to conceive.

For some reason at that moment Jess’ words came back to him as if he was hit by a freight train. He had told Dean a bit about what had happened but hadn’t told him everything because he didn’t want to divulge everything…and he briefly wondered if Sarah was who Jess was talking about.

There’s someone else out there for you. Someone who will make sure that you are safe and loved. Maybe you’ll have a family one day…maybe you’ll grow old with her. Just know that I will be watching down on you. I’ll do whatever I can to protect you and her. I can see her Sam…she’s beautiful.

He looked at Sarah, really looked at her, knowing he was most likely missing whatever she was saying. She was beautiful, and he could see himself in that moment growing old with her…and that scared the holy fucking shit out of him because in that moment he wanted it worse than anything else he’s ever felt.

Sam shook his head, bringing himself back to reality as he heard Sarah ask him if he wanted anything. “Uh…a water if you have it.” He told her, smiling his large smile that he tended to reserve for only certain people…though really he could only name two.

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Tag:: Dean Winchester, Sarah Blake
Outfit:: Click here for Sam’s wannabe FBI look
Note:: Just a quick note, the italicized part was taken from Jess’ last thread on the site. She gave me permission to use it but it does belong to her.

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[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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Dean walked in with Sam looking around amazed at how nice the hotel was, Dean had never been in or seen a room this nice. Man why does it always seems like the cool hot girls always like Sam and not Dean, that’s just his luck. “Wow Nice digs Sarah your really living in luxury here, I‘m sacred to ask how much its costing you to stay here.” Dean said walking in looking around.

Dean then walk over to the couch and did just what Sarah said they could, he begin to make himself right at home. Dean grabbed a few grapes and begin to eat them, then shortly after pored a glass of wine for all of them. Sarah then had told Dean about the fridge full of beer and mini liquors. “Cool thanks Sarah I night go and get a beer in a minute, but I think I’m good with the wine for now. I have to watch it if I get too drunk Sammy over here is going to kill me.” Dean said laughing. It really was nice all that Sarah was doing for them, she really was a cool girl. Dean hopes that good things happened with Sam and Sarah, they be great for one another. With everything that had happened with Sam, he could really use Sarah in his life. He has been threw so much it was time for something good for him to happened, well to at least one of them anyway.

Sarah then was still asking about the Rugaru, she really wasn’t going to let this case go. But Dean was going to go ahead and do what any other hunter would do, and that’s give her info on them. Even though Sam wasn’t going to like it, Dean would just have to deal with him later as always.

“Well yeah I can tell you a lot about them I was almost eaten by one, thank god Sam was there to help me. Rugaru can appear human for years and they don’t even know what they are till years later. but eventually it becomes consumed with a terrible hunger. During this time, it feeds on any meat it can get its hands on, until it finally gives in to the craving for human flesh. And if they get there hands on human flesh its not good at all. Just One bite of human flesh is all that's necessary for the Rugaru to transform outwardly into a monster, at which point it can never appear or be human again. The only way to kill it is by setting it on fire like Sammy boy did here, otherwise it will continue killing people to help its hunger. I think that narrows it down” Dean then turned to look at Sam and asked. “What you think Sammy, did I leave anything out?”

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[sarahblake]

"The room's comped, actually. I have full access to the hotel's accommodations and I don't have to spend a dime. I'm actually being paid to be here. They've got some impressive sculptures they want appraised, and apparently I'm the girl for the job." She shrugged, not wanting to gloat, but she was damn good at her job and it was nice that the art and business communities were recognizing and rewarding that.

She noticed that Sam had gone quiet, and seemed to be completely wrapped up in his mind, yet staring at her with a curious expression all at the same time. She considered asking him what he was thinking, but decided against it. If he was thinking about her, she didn't want to know. Not now. She couldn't afford to loose focus and get all caught up in emotional bullshit when she had a job to do, two actually.

Sarah couldn't help but smile at Sam's drink of choice, good old H2O, an entirely mature and responsible choice. "C'mon Sam, no one likes a party pooper." She fetched him a water anyways, but grabbed a beer too and sat it beside the water bottle, just in case he decided to not be sensible, for once. "I promise if you throw up on my carpet or cry on my shoulder, I won't youtube it."

She laughed and shook her head at him, sitting on the couch, listening to what Dean was saying. He had misunderstood what she was asking and she corrected him politely. "I know what a Rugaru is, and how to kill one, I've done it once before. Good to know you have experience too, though. I'm only effective at a distance. The whole muscle thing is out of my league." It was true, she could shoot anything that moved, sometimes that's all it took, other times a few bullets of whatever metal injured the beast the best only slowed it down enough for her to kill it with a knife or some other hands on weapon. If it came down to taking on a monster who was at full strength, the old fashioned way, she was as good as dead. Which was why she made sure to plan everything out to a T, long before she even attempted to kill anything. "I was wondering if you know any specific details about this Rugaru, this case. What have you found out about what's going on in Richmond?"

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Sam snorted when Dean commented that if he got too drunk then he would kill him. “No, I won’t kill you…I’ll just take the keys to the Impala and drive.” He told Dean with a smirk. “Not that I haven’t done that a hundred and fifty times before now anyway, but oh well.” He stated, before laughing a bit. “Granted, that damn car was supposed to be mine until you got dragged out of hell by Castiel and took it back. No one likes an Indian giver Dean.” He stated before rolling his eyes at his older brother. How was it that Dean was several years older than him and yet for some reason Sam seemed to be the more mature one?

Sam was surprised when Sarah said that she was being paid to stay in the hotel, but even more surprised at the reason why. He wasn’t sure why but when she had stated that she was a hunter (well, she really hadn’t said it yet but it was clearly obvious) he assumed she was living like they did…but no…it seemed as if she still had her job as an appraiser while hunting on the side. That was something that would be tiring but at the same time, it seemed that it would almost be even more worthwhile. Sam hated the fact that he had given up everything to hunt with his brother. He knew that it was his duty as someone who knew about demons and such out there to handle it, but he still resented it more than he cared to admit.

He hated the fact that he would never have kids…most likely would never get married…after all who would want to be dragged into this lifestyle…and would he really want to do the dragging anyway? He had gotten out as soon as he could after turning 18 and going to college…he never wanted to put anyone else in the position that he himself had been put in.

Sam laughed a bit at Sarah’s comment about being a party pooper. “Well it’s good to know you won’t put any humiliation that I incur on Youtube but for now I’ll stick with water. However leave the beer for later, I may need it if I have to deal with my brother any longer.” He stated with a wink, letting her and Dean know that he was just joking.

“As for the case, you’ll have to ask Dean, I was working on a different case and was told to meet him at the Underground…I haven’t even had a chance to look at anything yet.” He stated with a laugh before turning to his older brother. “So what exactly are we working on?”

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Tag:: Dean Winchester, Sarah Blake
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Dean was about to hit Sam talking about taking his baby, no one NO ONE drives his baby but Dean. “You aren’t driving my baby Sam I will be fine with driving us home, you might wreck her or make her mad. She don’t love you like she loves me sorry.” Dean said with a quirky like smile on his face. As always he was just messing with his brother, but who could blame him he was just so happy to have Sam back after all this time

Dean liked the sound of that maybe they could get a room there, it would make Dean’s night. Load knows Dean is getting sick and tired of the motels that they have stayed in, the beds suck, the rooms smell, no room service, and most of all the porn is never really that good. Well Dean cant lie sometimes it is but it could be better, porn can always get better to Dean anyway. “Well Sarah if you want we could get a room here so you could be close to you, you know that way you have help on hunting jobs.” Said Dean hoping to get stay there.

Dean agreed with Sarah Sam needed to loosen up some and have some fun, he was always way to up tight. “Yeah Sammy you should have a drink with us, don’t be such wet blanket all the time.” Dean said laughing. He wished that Sam would just try and have some fun, he needs it after all he has been threw. But at the same time Dean knows with everything that can be hard to do sometimes. “Sam I’m not trying to tell you what to do, I just want you to have a good time man.”

Dean was very impressed to hear that Sarah sounded like she knew what she was doing, there weren’t many girl hunters these days that were good at what they did. Dean has really only knew of one girl, that one girl was Jo. She was one kick ass of a hunter who loved what she did, and Dean misses her everyday that goes by. “But yeah those sun of a bitches can be tough, they put up one hell of a fight. But as for the case me Sam haven’t really found out anything you don’t all ready know, we know that there have been a lot of people disappearing that go to that strip club. That’s why you were there investigating right? Did you found out anything more?” Dean asked wanting to know the same as Sam

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[sarahblake]

"Far as I can tell, the Rugaru's been here for about a month. I'm assuming he's actually lived here for quite some time, but as of four weeks ago he finally gave into his temptations and, ya know, fed on human flesh." The thought of it made her queasy, so of course, she took a shot of liquor. "It's been picking off men that frequent the strip club, I think he's partnered up with one of the strippers, using her to lure the victims. Now, I don't know if she'd all evil and willing, or if he's holding something over her head to get her to comply. I was going to find that out tonight," she gave Sam a pointed look, "before some tall fellow yanked me off the stage."

She thought about what Dean said for a minute and then decided something. "You can stay here, with me. Save yourselves the money. Don't know if you could afford a room on your zero income. This couch pulls out, and it's big enough for two. But, if that sounds a little too incesty, there's a couch in the bedroom too, doesn't pull out though." There was also her bed, which could fit two, but she didn't say anything out loud about that. "And the floor." She shrugged, and again with a shot of liquor.

The boys were bantering back and forth, but Sarah was caught up on one thing Sam had said. "Um, excuse me, pause." She interrupted them and turned to look at Dean. "You were dragged out of Hell? As in thee Hell? Fire and brimstone and a horned red guy?" She was really, really hoping that what Sam had said was a figure of speech, but somehow she doubted it. When it came to things grim and dark and scary, these two took the cake on who had to experience the most of them.

Sarah was still in the little leagues, not a major player by any means, so she'd never seen an Angel, didn't really consider the fact that Heaven and Hell were more than just things talked about in the bible that may or may not exist. And, what exactly had Dean done to land him in the world of the damned? Even better, what exactly did he do to make himself worthy of salvation and being put back on Earth?

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Sam rolled his eyes at his older brother’s attachment to the damn Impala. Okay, granted, it was a great car…but it was still just a car. Dean’s obsession with their father’s old Impala was borderline OCD and sometimes he almost thought about doing something to the damn car just to see what he’d say. Nothing major but something that Dean would freak out over. Only reason he hadn’t was because A.) He didn’t want to hear about it for the next 25 years and B.) With everything that had happened over the past few years he figured he gave his brother enough soon to be gray hairs that he would be nice to the damn car.

“Okay Dean, get over it. I drove the car several times over the years and I’ve never wrecked the damn thing. As a matter of fact if I recall every time the car has gotten wrecked it was when you were driving, not me.” He told him with a smug smile, knowing that the fact that the Impala had been rebuilt from the ground up on more than one occasion was a sore point for his older brother and using it to annoy him.

Sam ignored Sarah and Dean for the most part trying to get him to drink. He hadn’t wanted to say anything but ever since he got back to being soulful Sam again as Dean liked to call him, he had been having horrible nightmares. Waking himself up without yelling out was easy when he was sober as he had learned how to control his inner thoughts for the most part…however when he was drunk he lost all his inhibitions and then he tended to make a fool out of himself. He really didn’t want to do that around Sarah so he continued to sip on his water, not saying a word just making it clear with his body language that he would not be drinking and that was the end of the story.

He was surprised when Sarah offered for them to stay with her. He immediately had thoughts of the two of them in the room alone and he shook his head, trying desperately not to read into said thoughts. He didn’t need to uh…react in front of his brother in that way…definitely not. That would be ten types of weird…and disturbing. “Sarah trust me when I say Dean would drive you crazy if you lived with him for even a night.” He told her with a laugh before sobering when Sarah asked about Dean going to hell. He winced. If she was reacting this way to Dean going to hell…what would she say when she knew what he had been dealing with?

This conversation was not going to go over well.

Sam shook his head, clearing his thoughts. He stood up quickly and let his chair fall back on its hinges. He grabbed his brother’s arm and pulled him towards the door. “Sorry Sarah, I can’t deal with this. You need to go home and stay out of hunting. Please Sarah. This isn’t the life that you deserve and you need to stay out of it.” He stated before dragging his brother out and walking away.

Hating that he was walking away from her once again but knowing that it was for the best.

Word Count:: 575
Tag:: Dean Winchester, Sarah Blake
Outfit:: Click here for Sam’s wannabe FBI look
Note:: Yeah, we lost our Sarah so I just ended it. Was easier that way.

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