Saving Sammi

Sammi to the Rescue

About a month had passed since my bout with pneumonia. I still wasn't 100% clear from the virus, but I was feeling a lot better than I had. Eating and drinking were becoming normal habits for me again, and the boys were just happy that I was able to travel with them again. After the last encounter with Lucifer, they had become even more protective of me than ever. Sure, Dean had put an end to Lucifer, but we had no idea what other beasts were out there just waiting to use me as bait to get their shot at the Winchesters. Little did any of us know that I wouldn't be the one who needed saving this time, but I was about to become the heroine of the story. Sam and Dean were out hunting werewolves and as usual, I was hanging out in the car, doing my own thing. I was listening to the mix CD Dean had made for me and playing some solitaire when my cell phone lit up. Seeing Sam's name on the caller ID, I answered it after only one ring. "Hey sweetheart," I said. "You two on your way back?" "Not quite," Sam sounded out of breath, like he was running. "What's going on?" I was starting to worry. "We found the werewolves," Sam said. "We came prepared to fight two, maybe three. Instead, we ran into about a dozen." "What do you want me to do?" I asked. "Get a hold of Cas, let him know what's going on," Sam said. "We're going to need help. And baby, please do it fast." I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye, but instead heard a growl and the phone disconnected. Crap! I did as Sam asked and dialed Cas, but it went straight to voicemail. Cas never really did get the hang of technology, so instead I tried to summon him by calling out his name and begging him to help Sam and Dean. When that didn't work either, I came to the conclusion that I was the only one who was going to be able to help Sam and Dean. I popped open the trunk, grabbed some weapons, locked Baby up, and used my phone to see if I could track where Sam had called from. I walked for about twenty minutes before looking down at my phone again. According to my GPS, I was right near the spot where the call was made. Should I have been surprised that there were dark, creepy woods right in front of my face? The boys WERE hunting werewolves after all. As much as I hate guns, I armed myself with one of the two I had grabbed and slowly made my way into the woods. "Sam? Dean?" I whispered. I heard some leaves rustling and turned toward the sound. Standing right in front of me was a really tall man, with bloodshot eyes, and really long fingernails. Wait. Those aren't fingernails, you idiot...they're claws! "Holy mother of God in Heaven!" I blurted out. The man growled like he had just caught his dinner for the night, so I aimed the gun at his chest and pulled the trigger. He fell with such a thud that he probably woke up all the little forest creatures. I watched and waited to see if he was going to get up, but he didn't move. I cautiously walked over and looked down at the area where the bullet had entered and realized I hit him square in the heart. For someone who has never shot a gun in their life, I would say that was pretty damned impressive. Sure, it was probably the adrenaline pumping through me at the time, but it worked. I continued deeper into the woods, hoping the boys weren't too far in. I saw some bright lights, orange and yellow in color, not too far into the distance. I moved a little closer and ducked behind a tree. I carefully peered in the direction of the light and there sat the boys, tied to a tree. There were about six werewolves sitting around a fire and they kept glaring in the direction of the tree. What the hell? Were these animals seriously about to make my boyfriend and his brother their dinner? Not on my watch! I had grabbed a roadside flare from the trunk of the car, so I ducked behind the tree again, lit it and threw it as far off into the woods as I could. When it went off, I realized it had traveled a pretty safe distance from where the boys were tied up. The werewolves all turned toward the light and decided to investigate, leaving just one behind to guard their prey. Still behind the tree, I grabbed the other gun I had taken (this one had a silencer on it), aimed it at the werewolf's head and pulled the trigger. Sam and Dean looked on in amazement, probably wondering who was out there trying to save them. I waited a minute, and when the werewolf didn't budge, I quickly ran over to where the boys were and cut the rope from around the tree. "Sammi!" Sam was in shock. "What are you doing here? I told you to call Cas." "He didn't answer his phone OR my prayers," I said. "I didn't know what else to do. I knew you two were in trouble, so I just grabbed some supplies out of the trunk and used my phone to track your location." "You could have gotten hurt," Sam said. "Or they could have killed you." "But they didn't, Sam," Dean cut in. He looked at me and said, "Where did you learn to shoot like that?" "Honestly, I have never touched a gun in my life," I said. "You should see the first werewolf I encountered. Hit him square in the heart." "Sam, if you don't marry this girl someday, I will," Dean said. "Thanks for the sentiment, Dean, but we probably don't have much time before the others return," I reminded him. "Oh, right," Dean said. "Let's go kill us some werewolves!" I let the boys take the lead and I followed behind, gun at the ready just in case. Thankfully, the boys did not need anymore assistance from me. After Dean double checked and made sure all of the werewolves were dead, we proceeded back to the car. I couldn't shake the feeling that Sam was still a little upset with me, so I just got in the back seat and stared out the window all the way back to the hotel. After the three of us had showered and changed for the night, I sat down on the couch and opened up a book. Dean pulled Sam aside and said, "I can understand why you're upset right now, Sam, but face the facts here. If Sammi hadn't come for us, we'd be werewolf chow. You may not agree, but she did the right thing." "I know," Sam told his brother. "But what if she hadn't been successful?" "But she was," Dean said with a smile. "Now get over there and love your girl, will you?" Sam made his way over to me on the couch, sat down next to me, and took my book away. He looked me in the eyes and said, "I'm sorry I got so upset with you. I know you did what you thought you had to do, and we both thank you." "If I could have gotten a hold of Cas, I never would have attempted it," I told him. "But I couldn't live with myself if something had happened to either of you and I didn't at least try to help." Sam smiled at me. "That statement right there is one of the many reasons I love and adore you." He scooped me up into his arms, gave me a most wonderful kiss, and we cuddled on the couch for the remainder of the night.