Rating:PG

Cassie sat in the car for long moments as she kept her eyes on the area. Part of her wanted to do as she was told but part of her wanted to help. She bit her lip as she sat meditating about the best choice to make. He is not the boss of me, I want to help, she thought as she opened the door only close it a second later. She cranked up the vehicle and put it in reverse but still did not leave. It had been a full ten minutes since she was supposed to have gone home.
Meanwhile, Dean and Sam made there way around to the back of the father’s house. They passed several cars in the driveway and all the lights seemed to be on. Dean stared at Sam, “You sure they aren’t just having a party?”
“Yes, I’m certain whatever is happening they are not hiding the fact that they are here.” “Thank You Captain Obvious,” Dean said as he checked the area again before he leaned down to look in the basement window while Sam tried to stay closer to the house because of his height.
“Dean…” Sam said just when Dean saw his father in the basement.
“Hold on, I think I see them.”
“Um we have company,” Sam said just before a tall brunette haired man reached to turn Dean around to face him.
When her cell phone rang Cassie looked around before she answered, she had a feeling she was being watched.
“Hello.”
“Hey, it’s Alexis do you know why John isn’t picking me up?
“Yeah, I will tell you when I get there I am on the way back. Is everyone okay?”

“Yes and no.” Cassie shifted the car into reverse again as she maneuvered from the side of the road. John’s house was in the middle of nowhere but with what looked like a fog coming in she didn’t want to be hit from behind.
“What do you mean?” she finally asked as she drove down the road.

Meanwhile Sarah had an uneasy feeling as she checked on the twins in the nursery. She felt she should be doing something but was not quite sure what it was. She went into the small study to find the note her father had written her. She sat down at the desk as she pulled it out of the drawer. She sighed heavily as she willed the tears not to come.
Dearest Sarah,
I am sorry about the way I behaved the last time I saw you. There are just so many things I have done that I felt ashamed about. I hope this letter finds you and Sam well. I was really glad that you had found someone even though I knew about Sam Winchester. I knew what he did for a living I know he will be able to protect you. I knew from the time I met him he was your destiny.
Sarah stopped at the part and reread the beginning. How could he have known? For a moment she felt light headed and uncertain.

For years, I have dealt with things I had no business dealing with and in my research I ran across information on the Winchesters. Even though I pretended ignorance I did know they were good for you and that you would need to be with them to be protected from what I had done to myself. Forgive me for the way I treated you for the things I have done for the sake of greed. Do know I loved you and that your mother was an innocent victim when she married me and your real father. It was like she was drawn to the same man twice. If I believed in reincarnation or a form of it I would say that your father and I were the same. However, that would be impossible since we were nearly the same age. I know I am babbling but I also know I have little time.

Sarah stopped again, it was all so much even though she and Sam had read it before he swore he had not sensed that they were destined but he had been undeniably drawn to her. She had to smile at that. Again she turned to the letter.

Dealing with antiques at times can draw you to unbidden places and that is how it began for me. The research on the pieces, the thrill of the hunt for those items that would bring the most money, I always wanted more for my family, more for myself. I cringe as I think of the price it has cost me. When I got the Colt I knew it was meant to bring down evil things and I thought I might survive but my bill has come due. Evil is like good in that there is always a price to pay. Though I so wish I had gone for the good. Your legacy would have been one of peace and safety instead of fear. I hope the Colt helps Sam and his brother to do in an evil thing. Though they know as well as I do that there will always be another evil thing to kill, it’s the nature of our world.

Sara wiped the tears from her eyes as she glanced over the letter again. He had signed it, Your loving Father. She didn’t need any more details to know he had made a deal to get the more he had to be one of the richest art dealers in the world. She recalled the time that Sam told her about the blues man who had asked for talent and had been pulled into hell by the hellhounds when his time was up.

The thought came to her mind as she imagined her father went through the same though Sam had not shared that with her. Greed. She put the letter back in the envelope as she tucked in the drawer again; she hoped Sam had taken the Colt. His lack of details on his recent vision gave her pause. Her husband was sweet but at times she hated when he left her in the dark. Sarah knew Sam would not have gone if the trouble he had seen had not been serious. She decided to go back to the nursery with her twins to wait. It was something she could do, a way to keep them safe she thought as she reached for the gun with the consecrated iron rounds to take with her. Just in case something decided to seek her out while she was alone.

Dean turned around with his hands in the air to see an interracial man with a slight grin on his face. “Alan?” Dean said as he put his hands down. “Yeah, I was supposed to come by and John called with an ominous message to not come by it didn’t seem quite right so I had a hunch something was up.” “Hey good to see you again, glad you came.” Dean said as he shook the older man’s hand and Sam smiled. John had spent quite a bit of time teaching Alan about the supernatural and they had become good friends. Sam figured his father must have called Alan before things had gone south and not had a chance to phone him or Dean. Which told them how much of a pickle they could get into very fast?

The house was well lit as though there was a party going on they could see a few people in the kitchen window and the sound of music was clear in the night air.
“So do you know what is happening?”
Sam told him what they knew from his vision.
“No way to know if more than one of those things in there so we are just going to walk in to join the party since we are you know family,” Dean said as he moved his gun to the back of his pants and pulled his shirt out to cover it. While Sam put the backpack with the other supplies on his shoulder Alan waited. Sam had the Colt loaded and ready as well as holy water and a salt gun. The all took a deep breath as they went around to the back door to knock.

After a couple of knocks a tall man opened the door with a smile but it changed to a frown when he did not recognize them.
“Can I help you?”
“Yeah my father lives here,” Sam said none threateningly.
“Oh John, sure come in, he is down talking to Miriam in the basement. Have a beer,” the guy said as he disappeared into the other room.
Dean hesitated before they went in, no one has a clue?
“We should get them out of here if what you said is true,” Alan insisted and they all agreed but had no idea how to do that.
They walked in to find people talking in groups and others actually dancing in the living room. Sam counted in his head as he tried to figure out how to get them all to leave short of yelling FIRE. There was at least twenty people not including the redhead he had seen in the vision.

Dean leaned over to ask a young blonde woman what was going on only for her to answer that they had been invited to an impromptu party by a fellow coven member. Dean smiled and thanked her as he went to relay the information to Alan and Sam who stood out in the middle of the room as they chatted to one another. Both were tall and if not for Alan’s wavy hair they could have been cousins. Someone turned the music off a minute later when the redhead who was Miriam came in the room.

Cassie arrived home to find Deanna and Cassidy at the kitchen table. She looked wearily at them aware that it was way passed their bedtime.
“Hey you two why are you up?” she asked as Alexis frowned at her.
“They were both restless though they slept a bit,” Alexis answered.
Deanna went to the back door with a anger in her eyes, “Where’s daddy?”
Cassie picked her up and could tell she was upset.
“He will be back later honey.”
“No, Daddy come home now,” she said with tears in her eyes now.
Cassie held her glance as she moved the little girl’s hair behind her ear, “He’ll be fine, I promise,” she told her daughter who had all the anxiety bundled up inside but also the truth of the matter in her head. Cassie tried to hide her fear as Deanna put her head on her shoulder and Alexis looked questioningly at her.

Alexis picked up Cassidy as they moved to the hall before Cassie suggested her daughters should sleep in her room. After they were settled in, Alexis met Cassie in the hallway while the girl assured her the boys were fine and sound asleep in their room. Cassie nodded absentmindedly, “I know Sam called to tell you, you would be staying the night..”
“He did, I also know something strange is going on at my house, right?”
Cassie hesitated but nodded again after a moment. She had hoped the teenager would see through her mother, but suddenly it seemed extremely sad.
“That’s okay I know what my mother is into and I also know John is a good man,” she said as she bit her lip.
Cassie agreed, John may have raised his boys on the run but he did what he had done what he thought was best so Sam and Dean would become honorable men.
“Hey, I’ll pull out the rollaway bed and you can come in with me and girls if you want.”
“That would be nice,” she said as she followed Cassie down the hall.

As soon as Miriam went back up the basement steps John revealed he had been able to untape his hands but hesitated to undo Vickie’s,she looked wildly at him. “John I’m okay please.” Instead he moved the tape he had taken off this hands to her mouth again as he apologized. “I need you safe because I do love you still. I will find a way to keep that thing from you for good,” he said as he looked in her eyes.
After he undid his feet he picked her up and quietly moved her to the large storage area that was against the sidewall for safekeeping.
“I promise not to forget you but things might get bad, okay?”
She finally nodded as he shut the door slightly before he gathered some weapons from another area of the basement and hid ready to attack.

Miriam saw Sam as soon as she was in the room, he was her mark the Winchester she wanted all along. The thing inside of her was excited as it saw him. But when she looked in his direction she saw rage. She hesitated. Sam was King. He was the chosen one, things had to be done just right. No more playing around to try to get him to come to their side wooing him away by killing family members. That was old news. She thought for a second as she went to the table to reach to grab a beer from the cooler someone had brought.

Sam hated violence despite what he was raised to do she pondered. Lost in thought she didn’t realize the environment in the room had changed. Not only was the music still off but several had left. Miriam turned around to see that suddenly, she and Sam were the only two in the room. He glared at her as he held the colt. Miriam the real person in the body yelled out to Sam in his head. He tried to ignore the pain as it shot through him. He knew he could not shoot the thing while it was in the body.

In the meantime, Dean and Alan ushered the people out of the house with a lie about a gas leak Miriam had found while in the basement. A couple didn’t seem to believe them but went on their way despite the lack of a clear explanation. They watched as the cars were fill up and people left. Then Dean began to worry about Sam’s face off with Miriam and about John. Alan promised to check on the basement activities from the outside of the house while Dean snuck back in the back door to see what had happened.

John hid for only a few minutes before he slowly went up the steps, he needed to know what was happening. He eased the door open but saw no one before he would have stepped into the room he heard Sam’s voice.
“Leave HER?” he shouted with anger.
He was tired of being the reason for his family’s pain, he wanted to be done with what haunted his dreams. For a moment, his rage raced to the surface and as he lifted his hand Miriam hung in mid air. Sam swallowed, as he recalled Max’s power. He didn’t want to be a monster but if there was a time to use his gift for good this would be it. Miriam hung in mid air only a moment as the thing came out of her and she fell to the floor.

Dean slipped quietly in the room to help Miriam up and out of the way as Sam stared down at the thing. The woman seemed dazed but willing to get out of the way of whatever was taking place. The things dragon like appearance was disgusting and the talons gave Sam pause for a moment. But it changed again to an angelic figure with dark short wings and red eyes, Sam was equally annoyed but inwardly curious.

“Yes, we have many forms, I think this one may be more pleasing to you since it represents our stance in the eyes of your GOD.”
Sam was quiet as he held up the Colt, “Don’t talk at all,” he said before he could see John out of the corner of his eye.
“Oh but your questions, you killed Yellow Eyes before you knew all the answers do you want to do that again?”
Sam shifted the gun and raised his hand again to watch the thing as he pinned it against the ceiling, reminiscent of the way both Mary and Jessica died.
“I see you are liking your power, you could have so much more.”
“Just tell me why you killed my mother and girlfriend before I send you back to hell,” Sam said angrily as he cocked the gun. John stood still as he waited just out of sight of the thing on the ceiling he tried to keep his eyes dry as he remembered his Mary.

TBC

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