The Runt of the Litter

Maybe It's My Eyes

Note: I've got this weird feeling like I already posted this week... huh. 

Hey, babes. Thank you so much for all the love!

Here's your part two to Leave Me, Déjà Vu! This was highly requested, so I had to get it done asap lol  The title to this one comes from another Billie song, "ilomilo"

This isn't super long, because I didn't want to rewrite the whole finale. I feel like we all kinda know what happens. And with Anna injured, there isn't a lot she could do to change the way the episode played out. But as requested, here's how Sam finds her. Written from his POV, so lmk how I did with it!

Love you guys <3

Anna is sixteen.

Maybe It's My Eyes

Sam was juggling a hundred jobs at the moment, but it was remarkably easy to toss the rest of them to the wind when Anna's voice was fragmenting in his ear.

He pressed his foot down hard against the gas pedal, and the car sped up well past the speed limit. It would be just his luck to pass a cop, but he would figure that out if and when it happened. For now, his only concern was with his sister.

"You still with me?" he asked urgently into the receiver. He could hear Anna's breathing, and it was uneven but strong, She was clearly still upset and overwhelmed, but it didn't appear that there was anything wrong with her lungs. That was a plus at least. "Anna, I'm coming, okay?" At this rate, he could be there in just a few minutes.

"Okay," Anna replied, her voice small and choppy.

When the red of a car's brake lights caught his eye, Sam slammed down on the brakes and had to cringe at the sound Baby made in protest. Dean would have killed him if he'd heard that. The words hit a little close to home given the prophesy that Dean might actually kill Sam, and he had to push the idea out of his mind with force.

"S-sammy," Anna said quietly.

"What is it?" Sam asked, panting as he came to a full stop behind the car in front of him. He needed to calm down, or he would end up in a car accident. That wouldn't help Anna or Dean.

"Cas," Anna reminded him. "He's covered in blood."

Sam had known it couldn't be good, but that still startled his heart into a faster rhythm. "Can you see how bad it is?"

"I can't," Anna admitted painfully. "My eyes hurt. Everything's blurry."

"It's okay," Sam said soothingly. He could hear the uptick in his sister's anxiety, and his job was to help her, not to give her responsibility. She was only sixteen. Just a kid. Sometimes that was hard to believe. "Just close your eyes and let 'em rest," Sam requested.

In front of him, a stranger's car pulled forward, and Sam checked his mirrors before swerving into the other lane and then cutting the car off before he sped way up again. This time, he was more careful to watch the road ahead of him.

"Are you... Are you almost-" She was drowsy, Sam could hear it. The last thing he needed was for her to pass out on him.

"Just another minute," he promised. "Stay awake."

It really did only take another minute before he was pulling up in front of the bunker. Sam threw the doors shut upon seeing the unfamiliar car parked very nearly out of sight behind the bunker. Anna must not have noticed it. His insides ignited at the very thought of somebody coming into their home and attacking his kid sister. Anna was supposed to be safe here.