Supernatural... But Better (Vol. I)

Chapter Thirty Seven

"All right, so, tell me again, what are we still doing here?"

I was partially wondering the same thing. I was tired, and I just wanted to go back to the motel and hopefully get a good night's sleep.

Sam shook his head, watching the house intently. "I don't know. I just— I still have a bad feeling."

I leaned my elbow on the edge of his seat. "Honestly, same, but it's probably nothing."

That was a lie. I did have a bad feeling, but it wasn't nothing, and I knew exactly why I was feeling like that. My gaze was stuck on the clock on the dash, watching the minutes tick by, closer and closer to midnight. At that moment, we were only one minute away.

Dean gave him a look. "Missouri did her whole Zelda Rubenstein thing, the house should be clean, it should be over."

"I just want to make sure, that's all," he explained to both of us.

Sighing, Dean leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes. "Yeah, well, problem is I could be sleeping in a bed right now."

The clock flipped, showing that it was midnight. I tensed, waiting for something to happen, waiting for the sky to come crashing down or something of equal importance. But nothing did. Letting out a deep breath I didn't know I was holding, I let myself relax back onto the seat, hopeful that the crisis had actually been averted.

If only I was that lucky.

Suddenly, I saw motion out of the corner of my eye. Looking up at the house, I saw Jenny in her window, slamming on the glass.

"Damn it, why'd you have to be right, Sam?" I lamented loudly, getting out of the car as quickly as I could. The two of them followed suit, running up to the house.

Sam turned around to look at me. "Stay here! Do not go inside!"

Dean pulled him around to face him. "You grab the kids, I'll get Jenny."

Nodding at each other, they ran inside, disappearing inside the house and leaving me outside to wait again.

I heard loud noises coming from inside, and people yelling, before it came into focus. "No, my kids!"

I saw Dean pulling Jenny outside the house as gently and quickly as he was able. "Sam's got your kids, come on."

Then, the little girl screamed, running outside with her little brother, but Sam was nowhere to be seen. Jenny caught her kids in a tight embrace, holding them close, as Dean leaned down to look at the girl.

"Sari, where's Sam?"

I could see she was crying. "He's inside. Something's got him."

Immediately, my gaze whipped back to the door, which slammed shut as I watched. Running up to the porch with me close behind, Dean tried to open it, but it was clearly not working. Cursing, I realized what I had to do.

I took a step forward, stopping him. "It'll let me in."

He looked at me, shaking his head vehemently. "No. No, it'll kill you."

I stared at him incredulously. "For all we know, it's killing Sam right now! I told you, I can handle it, but he can't! Are you willing to wait until we find another way to get in? Because I'm not."

"You won't come out of this alive. I can't—"

"Dean," I said softly. "It's me or your brother. I can save him. And, yeah, I'll probably die in the process. But I've made my peace with that, because I can't just stand here and let it kill him when I have the power to stop it. I won't. So you've got to let me in."