Killing Sam Winchester (Sam Winchester FANFIC)

Chapter 20 - The Return

To be honest with all of you all of you, I completely forgot about this book lmao. I just finished my first year of college and I've been kinda reading it all back. So I'll try and pick up where I left off. Some of you guys have probably moved on, fair enough I haven't updated in ages lmao. But for the people that see this, welcome back! I've been reading all the comments too and holy shit some of you guys are hilarious. I couldn't stop giggling to myself at all your reactions as I was rereading the book. Thank you guys so much, and since we're nearing 100k which is mind blowing to me, I feel like it would be very unfair if I didn't finish this. So what do you say, we continue this adventure? 

-Jackie

I pulled my backpack from underneath the bed, seeing the broken things left behind from Reba, Chase and the rest of the team. Sickness churned in my stomach, a feeling of restlessness settled into my bone as I remembered the times being here. I knew I would have to move somewhere after this was over. Reba would find me again and I couldn't let that happen. I started blankly at all the walls, the pictures were torn down, holes in the drawers and old newpapers were stacked in the corner. 

Jill had tried her best to fix the house up, but the disasters that stayed left a clear indication of Reba's intention. She wanted bloodshed. She wanted to hurt them and she was going to hunt them down until they're dead. 

All the puzzle pieces slowly started to fit together. What if, all those people that I murdered, were hunters. Mr. Sanders being the latest, was a hunter himself and he had become a threat to the demons, to their safety. I was easy enough to be slipped under the radar. Cambions were a rare occurrence.

I was easily brain-washed into thinking that killing hunters were the right thing to do. They gave me targets, and I killed for them. I had become a puppet to their mind, a body to their thoughts and I was too well trained. I followed their every order. All the others I killed were most likely hunters too, or friends of them. I murdered all of them. Sam and Dean were next on my list because they had become a threat themselves. And now... the sides have switched. I am fighting against my own kind.

I brought extra change of clothes, food and all the necessary's to be able to fight them. I needed to head to Sioux Falls, to Bobby's house. That's where I last seen them. It was dangerous since the demons knew I would be heading there. They would be waiting at the airport in disguise, on the road side, waiting to ambush me. 

Jill softly pushed the door open, her eyes falling on me, crouched over a bag. She rests a small hand over my shoulder. She didn't care who I was. Jill was transparent and a soft smile spread across her lips. "Everything will be alright, love."

I sighed softly, closing my eyes. "Can I trust you with something?"

"Anything." She replied, seating herself on my bed and wearily looking at me. 

"While I'm away, I need you to find me a new house. Away from the city, away from here." I responded, hating the words that came out of my mouth.

"But darling, you love the city." A frown furrowed her brows, a deep lined wrinkle forming. 

"I know Jill, but I can't live here anymore. These people will come back from me. You can come with me if you'd like, just make sure my possessions are safe. I'll reach you when I can." My voice has grown soft as well.

She nodded solemnly. "Yes of course."

She rose and made her way back out the door. She rested a hand on the doorframe, shooting a glance back at me. "Please come back safe. I wouldn't want to live in an empty house, love."

And like that, she was gone back into the kitchen. I quickly gathered my things, leaving Jill my cards and information in order to find a suited house for myself. I would leave the responsibility to her. Reba barely knows anything about Jill, and she'll be able to use her name instead of mine. 

I swung the backpack of my shoulder, a pair of sneakers fit snuggly on my feet with a pair of black jeans and a light green jacket to fight off the wind that roared outside. I kissed Jill's cheek softly and said my goodbye's.

I took the quickest cab to the train station. I kept my head low, unaware if some of Reba's team or Crowley's demon's roamed the train station to alert them of my presence. Before I had left, Jill had helped me cut my hair short so they skimmed my shoulders. A hat plopped on top of the mop of hair, making me look rather boyish. 

I waited on the bench, clutching the back in a shaky hand while a familiar blade kept itself burrowed deep into my boot. My eyes darted along the crowd, the familiar energy coursing through my veins ready to attack. I was no expert in the art of Cambion's, nor what they did. My power were limited, but I could still feel the demon's blood in my veins. The fight and the will to keep going kept my teeth grit together until the squeal of the tracks brought me back. I hopped on it, finding a seat alone, in the bottom of the train. 

I watched everybody that boarded, noting everybody that stared too long, noting everybody that sat close to me. My whole body was on high alert. My head buzzed with the thought of being attacked at any moment while my hand itch to grab the blade in seconds. I drew a soft breathe as the train began to move once more, lurching me forward.

I needed to find Sam and Dean. And quickly.