I’m riding Georgie, and her training is going really well. It took me a month to get my doctor’s “OK” to ride after I got kidnapped by the hybrid. But now I’m back in the saddle, and riding Georgie. I haven’t seen Sam or Dean once since Dean walked out my door. And letting him go without saying goodbye is probably one of my worst regrets. I go for a trail ride to the top of the mountain, thinking of how it used to be a tradition. And how my life changed when Sam and Dean showed up. It’s about noon, and I’ve been out for three hours, so I head back once I sit at the peak for a while. I get back and put Georgie in her stall. Before I go feed the cows I stand outside the stall. It was her stall that I was standing outside when I first heard the Impala. I got to stop thinking about Dean, but I can’t. I just can’t. He’s just too perfect.
I walk into the house and get a beer. I hear a loud engine in the driveway, and I briefly think it’s the Impala. But I know that’s impossible. I hear knocking, and I check through the window to see who it is. It’s Dean. It can’t be Dean. But it’s Dean. I grab the holy water from the table next to the door, and put a silver knife in my pocket. I open the door.
“Hey.” he says, with a smile on his face. Beautiful. And I splash him with holy water. “I’m not a demon.”
“Sorry.” I say, shrugging. I show him the knife, and he takes it from me. He cuts his own arm.
“Not a shifter either.” I hug him immediately.
“Thank god you’re okay!” I say, breathing in the scent of worn leather.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” he says, hugging me back. We stand there for a few minutes, then head inside.
“So where’s Sam? Or did you two have another ‘disagreement’?” I ask, making Dean smile by talking about the time he came over, at one in the morning.
“He’s in town getting a motel room.” he answers.
“I have a guest room, why don’t you two stay here?” I say, making Dean raise his eyebrows at me.
“Oh? And where am I supposed to sleep?” he asks, in a joking voice.
“Oh, I don’t know, anywhere you want to?” I say in the same voice, except more seductive.
“Really? Well then, I’d like that.” he says, mimicking my tone. Sam walks in the door sees us standing so close to each other and stops.
“Sorry, if you guys are still having your reunion, I can go.” he says, and I’m not sure if he’s joking or not. Dean gives me a small kiss and then gets a beer from the fridge.
“No, I think we’re good.” Dean replies. We all go and sit in the living room.
“So, why’d you guys come all the way to Maine all of a sudden?” I ask them while we’re drinking our beers.
“We wanted to see how you were.” Dean answers, smiling at me.
“You mean you wanted to see how she was.” Sam says teasingly.
“Okay then.” I say, lying my head on Dean’s shoulder. Sam takes out his laptop and starts looking for a hunt close by. Even though it’s only 12:36 in the afternoon, I’m exhausted. Honestly, I haven’t slept a good night’s sleep since the night before they left. Without trying to, I drift off to sleep with my head on Dean’s shoulder.
I wake up, and it’s around 6:30. My head is still on his shoulder, except now he has his arm around me and he’s asleep. I look at Sam, who's still on his laptop. I guess I missed Dean more than I thought, because that’s the longest I’ve slept comfortably since before they left. Dean is still asleep, so I snuggle up next to him and close my eyes. I think about what the real reason they came back could’ve been. It wasn’t a hunt, so what could it have been? And why didn’t he say goodbye? Everything about it confuses me, I’m even confused at why I missed Dean so much. Although I guess it could have been the fact that he saved my life, but that reason just doesn’t seem to fit. I’m thinking about everything, when Dean wakes up. “Hey there.” I say quietly, as I look up at him.
“Hey, did I fall asleep?” he asks, even though it’s obvious.
“Yeah, why do you seem so surprised?” I answer, confused at his amazement.
“No reason.” he says, making Sam look up from his computer.
“Okay, I have to go feed the horses.” I say, while getting up and stretching.
“I’ll come with you.” Dean says, quickly getting up. We walk out to the barn, and I give the horses their dinner.
“So, what was that?” I say, turning to Dean.
“What?” he responds.
“Why’d you want to come out here with me?” I ask, hoping he won’t say he doesn’t want me to get kidnapped again.
“Well, honestly, I wanted to talk to you alone.” he replies, making me raise my eyebrows.
“About what?” I ask, concerned.
“About Cas.” He says, moving closer to me. “He came back.”
“But, he was dead, how’d he ‘come back’?” I say, pretty confused.
“Well, he wasn’t just my friend, he’s an angel.” he says, surprising me.
“An ANGEL!?” I exclaim, "There’s no such thing as angels."
“Yeah, I thought there were no such things until he saved my life. It was years ago, Sam and I were hunting the demon Azazel when we found out what he did to Sam. When Sam was six months old Azazel came into his nursery and bled into Sam’s mouth and killed our mom. He did the same to a couple other kids too. And then they all got psychic powers. Sam had premonitions about people dying supernatural deaths. And the other kids had a bunch of different abilities. Azazel put them all in a ghost town, and planned on only one coming out alive. It was just Sam and one other guy left. I found the ghost town right when Sam thought he won, but he hadn’t. The other guy came up from behind, and cut Sam’s spinal cord. He died in my arms. But without Sammy I had nothing to live for, so I drove to the crossroads. I summoned the crossroads demon. I tried to have her give me 10 years with him, but no deal. 5 years, no deal. She made me an offer, give me 1 year to live and she’ll bring back Sam and give him a long and healthy life. I sealed the deal.” Dean started to cry, “That one year went by and then I got ripped to shreds by hellhounds. And I went to hell. I was gone for 4 months up here, but down there it was 40 years. I was on the rack, and they would rip, cut, carve me, in ways you couldn’t imagine. For 30 years I was on the rack, but then I couldn’t take it anymore. I said yes to Alistair, and he took me off the rack, in exchange, I had to torture souls. I lost count of how many souls I ripped apart.” Tears are streaming down his face, “After the 40 years I was down there, I woke up in a pine box. Six feet under. I had a handprint burned into my shoulder. And I had no gashes, or scars even, from the hellhounds that I remember devouring me. My friend, Bobby, introduced us to a psychic friend of his, and she tried to get a look at what brought me back, but looking at it caused her eyes to burn out of her skull. Later on Bobby and I summoned it to a warehouse, and we tried everything we knew on him. But he didn’t die, he said he was an angel of the lord but we didn’t believe him. Until he showed us his wings. Then we knew he was an angel.” I don’t say anything, I just walk up and hug him. We stay there in each other’s arms for what seemed like forever. We are interrupted by my cell ringing.
“Hello?” I say, picking it up.
“Hey, it’s Katie.”
“Katie!? I haven’t heard from you in forever!”
“Yeah, um, my grandfather was murdered last night.”
“Mike! How’s that possible?”
“I don’t know, I found him in the cornfield an hour ago.”
“I haven’t heard from him in years.”
“Yeah, well, the FBI is supposed to be investigating but they aren’t here yet.”
“Look, Katie I’m sorry, I have to go.”
“Bye.” I hang up. Dean gives me a quizzical look.
“We might have a case 10 minutes away.” I say, walking inside with Dean close behind. When we walk into the living room Sam looks up from the computer.
“What took you guys so long?” he asks, unaware Dean just explained everything to me.
“Nothing.” Dean answers, looking at me.
“We might have a case close by.” I say, looking right back at Dean.
“Okay, where?” Sam asks, looking at both of us.
“10 minutes on horseback, 20 by car.” I reply, “And the FBI hasn’t shown up yet.”
“Perfect, we’ll just be FBI agents and we can see if it’s a case.” Sam says, unsure whether or not it’s a case.
“Trust me, it’s a case, my best friend’s grandfather suddenly gets murdered in his cornfield, when he’s the nicest guy in town? And everybody likes him, how is that not a case?” I ask, getting annoyed at Sam.
“Alright, I’m just saying it could be an actual murderer.” Sam says, trying not to piss me off.
“Yeah right.” I say, while putting my leather jacket on. I put my gun in my jacket and we head to the Impala. We listen to Metallica as we go to the cornfield. When we get there Sam and Dean take out their FBI badges and walk over to Katie’s mother, who’s talking to the police. I go over to Katie, who is standing by her horse’s paddock.
“Hey, how are you holding up?” I ask once I get closer.
“Fine, I just want to freakin’ find whoever killed him with a pickax!” she exclaimed.
“Yeah, who wouldn’t?” I reply, looking at her appaloosa grazing in the paddock.
“So, who’d you come with?” she asks, looking at the Impala.
“Some friends, they’re FBI agents.” I answer, hoping she won’t ask too many questions.
“Since when do you have FBI friends?” she responds.
“Since a couple months ago.” I say.
“You mean right around the time you got a concussion?” she asks, after thinking for a minute.
“Yeah, I guess.” I say, hoping she won’t put two and two together.
“What’s up with the one eating the pecan pie my mom made?” she says, looking at Dean.
“Heh, he likes pie.” I answer.
“Okay, and what’s up with the way you look at him?” she asks, getting suspicious.
“...We may or may not have a thing, I’m not really sure myself.” I reply truthfully.
“Katie! Oh my god, how are you doing?” someone asks, walking up to us.
“I’m fine, I just want to find the guy who did it.” Katie explains. “Oh, and this is Tori.” she says, talking to me.
“Hi, I’m Carrie.” I say as I shake her hand.
“Hi.” she replied, looking over to where Sam and Dean are standing. “Who are they?” she asks Katie, pointing to them.
“They’re some of Carrie’s friends, FBI.” Katie answered. I look over at them and Dean is having another piece of pie.
“You have FBI friends?” Tori asks, still looking at them. Mostly Sam, I think.
“Yeah, I met them about a month ago.” I reply, looking anywhere but at them. Instead of asking the weird questions Hunters have to, I just have a normal conversation with them.
“So, have we figured out what we’re hunting?” I ask, once we get back to my house.
“We think it’s some sort of spirit.” Sam answered. He’s on his laptop, while Dean and I sit on the couch.
“Yeah, but we aren’t sure.” Dean continues. He has his arm around me, I’m glad we don’t have to hide anything about us in front of Sam anymore. Of course the way he found out could’ve been better.
“Whoa! Apparently there was a murderer that was executed not far from the cornfield.” Sam said looking at his computer.
“Awesome, where was he buried?” Dean asks.
“Um, he wasn’t. Somehow the body disappeared before they buried it.” he replies, really confused.
“Alright, how does a body just disappear?” Dean says, equally confused.
“I don’t know...” Sam replied.
A couple hours later, we are getting everything ready for the hunt. I’m sitting on the couch with Dean packing salt rounds, while Sam is researching the serial killer spirit. So far all Sam has found out is a name, Mitchell Rotondi. And that the body mysteriously disappeared before it could be buried. We go out to the Impala and put everything in the trunk. I climb into the car through the front right window. Strapping on my seatbelt, I see Dean opening the driver's side door and slipping onto the seat.
"Sorry, Sammy, you're gonna sit in the back," chuckled Dean.
"Since when does she get shotgun? Just cuz you guys are all lovey-dovey doesn't mean she automatically gets the front seat!" explodes Sam, folding his arms. Dean and I glance at Sam pouting in the backseat and burst out laughing.
"Get a hold of yourself, dude!" shouted Dean gleefully, "You can drive on the way back."
"What about me?" I whine.
"You can tell us where we're going."
We pull out of the driveway, and start heading towards the cornfield. The drive is uneventful, with me occasionally telling Dean to turn right or he'll drive off a cliff, into a lake, etc. We finally reach the cornfield. I make sure my gun is loaded with iron bullets and walk over to Sam and Dean by the trunk of the Impala.
“We should probably have one of us go in first.” Sam tells Dean.
“Alright, I’ll go.” Dean replies, putting his arm around me. I look up at him and pick up his shotgun from the trunk.
“Better be careful.” I say as I hand him the gun. He checks to make sure it’s loaded with with salt rounds.
“Course I will.” he replies, walking away and giving me a smirk. He walks into the cornfield, and I can hear the rustling of him trudging through the dry corn. Sam and I wait by the Impala. After about five minutes of nothing I sit on the hood of the car. Soon the quiet rustling stops. Sam and I look at each other and wonder why it stopped. All of a sudden the rustling gets really loud, really fast. Immediately after, there’s a gunshot, a loud groan, and another gunshot. Sam and I grab our guns and are about to rush in when Dean stumbles out of the cornfield. We run over to him, and his right shoulder is gushing blood.
“That son of a bitch stabbed me with a freakin’ pickax.” Dean says, and Sam and I help him into the backseat of the Impala.
“Did you get him?” Sam asks while I try to stop the bleeding.
“Yeah, the damn thing was human.” Dean replies, grunting because of the pain. I’m wearing a sweatshirt instead of my leather jacket, so I take it off and try to stop the bleeding with it.
“HUMAN!?” Sam exclaims, getting into the driver’s seat and starting the car. I hand Dean the now blood-soaked sweatshirt and get into the the front seat.
“Yeah, I shot him with rock salt and he was just surprised. Then I got out my Colt and shot him.” Dean explains.
“Wow, he must’ve faked his death somehow.” I say in response.
“That would explain the body missing.” Sam says, completing the thought.
“I guess.” Dean replies, obviously in pain. Sam speeds up and we go back to my house. When we get there, I help Dean into the house onto the couch. I have to see how bad the cut is, so I take out my pocket knife and cut off his shirt. It's a puncture wound, so it doesn't need stitches, but it's really bad. I tell Sam where my first-aid kit is and he goes to get it. While he’s getting it Dean passes out. Probably from blood loss. Crap. Sam comes back and I quickly clean the cut and wrap it in gauze. Better than a sweatshirt, that’s for sure.
I wake up, and realize I fell asleep on the floor next to the couch. I get up and see Dean, still shirtless, in the kitchen so I walk over.
“Mornin’.” he says when I walk into the room.
“Morning.” I say. “How’s your shoulder?”
“OK, just a little sore.”
“Good, you kinda passed out on the couch.”
“Yeah, I noticed.”
“You lost a lot of blood too.”
“Eh, I’ll live.” he says, shrugging with only one shoulder because his other shoulder has a giant gash in it. “Thanks for cleaning it up for me.”
“No problem.” I answer. “So, where’s Sam?”
“He went to tell Katie the guy who killed her grandfather has been taken care of.”
“So, we’re alone?” I ask, while I move closer to him.
“MmHmm.” he puts his left arm around me and kisses me. I kiss him back.
“Sam’s sure taking his time.” Dean points out. We’re out in the barn ‘cause I needed to feed the horses.
“Yeah, he is.” I reply, realizing he’s been out all day. I had convinced Dean to come with me on a trail ride, and we’ve been out for hours. Now it’s 6:47.
“I wonder what’s taking him so long.” he says, then we hear the Impala pull into the driveway. “Dude! What took you so long?” he asks Sam.
“Nothing.” Sam answers, smiling.
“Whatever.” We go inside and sit in the living room. “So I guess it takes 9 hours to tell someone that the guy who killed their grandfather is taken care of.”
“Umm...” Sam replies, still smiling.
“C’mon, just tell us what took so long.” Dean begs, he really wants to know. Of course, I do too.
“Nothing, I just...” Sam starts.
“Dude, just tell us.”
“Well, they... invited me to stay for lunch?” he says, not very convincing.
“Oh, yeah, sure.” I say teasingly.
“They did!” he argues.
“Yeah right.” Dean says.
“Why are you guys ganging up on me! They invited me to lunch, that’s it!”
“We’re not ganging up you, we just want to know what happened.” I say.
“OK, enough about my day, what did you guys do while I was gone? And do I even want to know?” Sam asks, giving Dean a look.
“Actually, Carrie convinced me to go on a trail ride with her.” Dean answers.
“Yup.” I reply.