Time's Not On Our Side, Sam Winchester

Chapter VIII: If We Use Her As Bait...

*January 6, 1815*

Sam's POV

*After Your Second Date*

"We don't have time for this, guys!" Sam yelled, slamming his fists against the table. "Sam, you need to calm down," John said, sternly. "Don't tell me to calm down! We don't have time to calm down. I don't understand what part of this you guys don't understand!"

"No. You don't understand. Sam, we can't just show up at her house, guns blazing..." John started. "Why not?!" Sam interrupted.

"Because, Sam! Because, we don't even know who he is, yet. We can't just kill anyone who comes into contact with her," he said.

"No. We do know who it is. It's Ethan Snyder. Her neighbor," his voice was calmer, realizing his point wasn't going to get across if he was yelling.

John sighed a stressful breath. He tried to keep his cool, but being "cool" was definitely not his thing. "How do you figure?" Dean asked, taking the tension off him. "Well, Cass, and last night. She told me..."

"You were with her last night? Wai... Is this where you've been going off to the past couple of nights?" Sam looked to his dad, who was waiting for an answer.

He looked back to Dean, and scoffed. "It doesn't... Come on, dude. Look... there's more important things," he said. "Alright. Alright, what happened?" "Well..."

*Last Night*

(The stuff in parentheses are the things he didn't say out loud, or stuff that's happening while he's explaining.)

I arrived at our usual spot("Aww, you have your own little rendezvous." "Shut up, Dean."). I thought it was odd that she wasn't there. She's always there before me, so I sat in the field, waiting for her to come, but it was a way longer wait than what I thought it was going to be.

(He watched as the clouds traveled through the sky, which were orange at the bottom and a dark blue at the very top, night was falling, and you still hadn't arrived.)

I walked to the wooden swing I found her on the first time I came to the field after that night. (The night that changed his life, but he would never admit that to his brother. He sat there and swung for a while, still waiting for you to arrive, but it was beginning to feel hopeless.)

I started to think. Think things that were too dark to imagine. Things like, what if she forgot? What if she's not okay? (What if she doesn't like me anymore?) What if.... Then the final questions that made me decide I needed to find her. What if she's dead? What if I wasn't fast enough?

So, I ran into the woods,(making my way to my ladybug as fast as my feet would carry me).

Just as I made it to the stream... relief. Relief is what I felt, and then adrenaline. Like I Just got back from a hunt.

"Sam? Are you alright?" she asked. (I jumped over the water and wrapped my arms around you, lifting you into the air). "Whoa, whoa. Hey, are you okay?" (Your voice, the only voice that could sooth me in this very moment).

"Uh, yeah. I'm f-fine. (I just... missed you," I said, nervously. You smiled, lightly running your fingers through my hair. Once we got over the butterflies from seeing each other, you led me to the swing. I pushed you, and your eyes were fixated on the stars. I admire your curiosity.)

"Sam, I know you're keeping something from me. What's really going on here?" she asked. ("Sam, you didn't...tell her, did you?" "No, Dean. Just... sh.")

I wanted to tell her everything, but I didn't. I just... and then she told me something. "Sam?" (Your whole mood shifted. I could see the fear in your eyes.) I stopped the swing,( and you got off, slowly making your way to me).

"Is everything okay?" I asked with a steady voice. She shook her head, (and you wrapped your arms around me. All I could do was hold you).

"You can tell me, Ladybug." I said. She sighed and nodded. "I suppose so... It was Mr. Snyder." Her neighbor. "What did he do?" I asked, trying to stay calm. "He uh..." (I couldn't say anymore of what you said. Remembering how scared you were when you told me, broke my heart.)

He gave her an ultimatum. He told her that if she doesn't meet him tomorrow at midnight, he's gonna kill someone from her family.

*Present Time*

"Bring her here," John said, loading a gun. "What?" Sam and Dean said in unison. "You heard me. If we use her as bait, we can kill him, and everyone goes home safe and sound."

"Right. 'Cause every time we've lured a god it's worked so well up to this point," Sam said, annoyed. "No. He's right. Go get her," Dean said. "No! We're not using her as bait," he argued back. "Would you just get her?" Dean said annoyed.

"No. I got her."

They looked behind them and saw you standing there, Cass holding your arm.

"S-Sam?"

*I decided to do one part on Saturday and Sunday from now on so that I can get my next series out faster! I hope you enjoyed this part. See you next Saturday!*