You Found Me |Sam Winchester| [2015 Wattys Winner]

10. War (Part 2)

10. War (Part 2)

"Everyone know where they're going?" Ellen asked Dean and me once we went over the plan.

We weren't that far from the house, but we scouted beforehand. There were bombs on the windows on the front of the house. Sam had to be in there somewhere. Hopefully they haven't done anything serious to him.

"Dakota, you're with me," Ellen told me. "I'll take care of Jo, you go and try and find Sam. Dean will take care of Rufus."

"This is a little dangerous, going without weapons," I said wearily. "What if they're armed and we're not?"

"We'll manage." She smiled ruefully. "All right, Dean, you're first."

Dean snuck his way to the porch to set off the bomb while Ellen and I laid in wait. I tried to picture the interior of the house. It had at least two stories, so most likely Sam was upstairs.

BOOM. I had the delayed reaction of covering my ears with my hands.

"Now!" Ellen told me.

We both barreled for the porch and leapt up the steps. Ellen crashed through the front door and turned left. Just as we saw Rufus being pulled out the window by Dean, a voice shouted "Rufus!" and had her back to us. Ellen got a hold of her first.

This had to be Jo, if I had to take a wild guess.

Jo only saw me and trained the gun on me. I went for the gun, yanking it out of Jo's hands. My head snapped up painfully when Jo's foot met under my chin. I fell back on my ass long enough to see Ellen go in to attack her daughter. Up close, they looked nothing alike: Jo's hair was much blonder than her mother's, her face was shaped a little differently. I couldn't compare eye color at the moment, but the one similarity I could see was the determined scowl on both women's faces.

"Go, Dakota!" Ellen shouted.

Right. Sam. I needed to find Sam. I got to my feet and was temporarily dazed by mother and daughter fighting each other. I stepped back in horror as Ellen pinned her daughter against the wall. She noticed I still hadn't gone.

"Go, Dakota!" she bellowed. I nodded frantically and spun around, heading for the stairs. I could hear Ellen's loud rumble of "Now you listen up, Joanna Beth Harvelle" as I took two steps at a time. My hand slid up the railing, and I nearly fell back down the stairs.

I dove for cover when I heard the gunshots go off. Shit. Don't go back down. Find Sam. I pushed myself up off the floor, finding a closed door. I knocked it open to find Sam strapped down in a chair. I recognized the Devil's trap he was stuck in.

"Dakota," he breathed.

"Long time no see, Sam," I joked bitterly as I went to untie him. I hissed as one of my nails ripped. "I'm glad to see you're okay."

"Okay-ish. Dean." Loud feet told me the older Winchester finally caught up. "It's not demons."

"It's War," the brothers said in unison.

"I just can't figure out how he's doing it," Dean snarled. "Stand back, pixie." I moved out of the way so Dean could cut his younger brother free.

"The ring," Sam murmured.

"The ring," I repeated. "The ring-that's right. He turned it right before he made everybody hallucinate and go hellbitch."