Fish out of Water (A Sequel to Flightless Bird, SPN FanFic)

Hide and Seek (7)

When we got back to the bunker, he told me he would handle Dean while I got myself cleaned up. I complied, too exhausted to fight and a little too unnerved to offer to help. I watched him lead Dean away and I collapsed into a chair in the study of the bunker. I stared blankly into space thinking about what Dean had said.

  "And what I'm going to do to Scar, and what you're going to watch me do to her, well that ain't going to be mercy either."

"Christ," I mutter, closing my eyes and heaving a sigh. "what have we gotten ourselves into."

It was a half hour later when I forced myself out of the chair and dragged my feet down the hallway towards mine and Sam's room. I pushed the door open and unbuttoned my jeans, hauling them down and stepping out of them, leaving them on the floor. I walked towards my bed in just the flannel I had been wearing that day and grabbed the duvet, hauling it down and throwing myself into the bed.

I lid down and my heavy eyes snapped shut, but I only slept for an hour before my inner anxiety writhed into my sleeping state, causing nightmares so startling I bolted upright in bed, breathing heavily in an empty bed. Only a few minutes later that I had calmed myself down and Sam had walked drunkenly through the door. It was then that I realized just how awful and worn down Sam really appeared. 

"You're still awake," he says surprisingly. I nod. "get some sleep Scar, you need it."

"So do you." I say. He doesn't say anything and instead crosses the room and begins undressing. "Is everything taken care of?" I ask uneasily, he turns slightly as he unbuttons his shirt.

"He's not getting out of there Scar, there's no way. Don't worry." he tells me and I nod. "Cas is on his way, I'm going to shower, try and get some rest and then we will start." I stare at the dark brown duvet cover as he talks. "Everything is going to be fine," he insists and crosses the room, leaning over the bed and planting a kiss on my forehead. 

After that, he left again to shower and I lay down in bed and closed my eyes. The last thought that crossed my mind before I drifted off into a deep slumber was, "that's not going to be mercy either."  however, I was not so blessed to sleep through the night. 

3:45 am was when Sam grabbed me and I was torn out of my sleep. I opened my eyes and was suddenly wide awake as he stared down at me, his face faintly illuminated by the lamp sitting on our dresser across the room. He didn't have to say anything, his face incited worry all on its own.

"What is it, Sam?" I asked him and he pressed a finger to his lips and looked up towards the door. 

"Did you hear that?" he whispered after a few seconds. I shook my head and I waited, trying to hear what it was that Sam was hearing. Suddenly, I heard it.

  A loud bang from down the hall and both of us sat up straight. Sam jumped out of bed and through on his jeans and a tee shirt, dressing faster than I've ever seen anyone before. I hauled on my jeans which remained on the floor where I had ditched them just a few hours before and we both got to our door. He stopped in front of it and turned back, crossing our room to the closet and rummaging around frantically before hauling out the demon blade and a gun. He crosses the room towards me and thrusts the gun to my chest. 

"Stay here, use this to protect yourself." he tells me and I blink furiously. 

"You're going to make me stay here?" I stutter and watch him grab the door handle. "Sam-"

"This isn't up for discussion." he snaps and I bite my lip to keep from saying something I'll later regret. "Stay. Here." and with that, he had left. He opened the door slowly and inched his head out, looking up and down the hallway before walking out and closing the door behind him. I begin to pace the room anxiously, my arms folded across my chest. I go to the door 4, maybe 5 times, thinking about leaving but forcing myself to turn back and listen to Sam. I even grabbed the handle once but managed to pull myself back. It was only when I heard a beckoning call ring through the bunker that I could no longer stop myself from leaving and trying to help Sam.