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This story is No. 3 in the series "Long road ahead". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Dean volunteers Sam to help Sarah on a hunt to get whatever information she may have on their dad while he stays behind and gets to know BUffy a little better. More than one old flame will ignite.

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Supernatural > GeneralpoetFR1588,328001,6734 Mar 1210 Mar 12Yes

Chapter 6

Sarah woke up to the sound of Sam struggling. He appeared to be having a nightmare. She knew it wasn’t the demon because they had protected the room from it, but Sam was definitely not having a good dream. She got out of bed and sat down on his trying to wake him up. A glance at the clock showed that it was 2:47 in the morning. He was sweating and tossing back and forth. Finally, after a few minutes, his eyes popped open and he sat straight up in bed. He looked like he was going to attack her at first.

“Sam, it’s okay. It’s just me. You were having a bad dream that’s all.”

“It wasn’t a dream. There’s been another victim…a little girl.” He was rubbing his head.

“What are you talking about? How would you know that?” She was starting to worry about him.

“Recently I started having dreams that have been coming true. Horrible dreams about people dying.”

“Like premonitions?”

“Something like that.”

“Do you know where this attack took place? We can go check it out. Maybe we’ll get a lead on the demon.”

He stared at her for a minute. Did she really believe him that quickly? Dean hadn’t even believed him. “I know what the house looked like. That’s it.”

“Well let’s go. This isn’t a big town so we might be able to find it.”





They had spent the entire night sharing stories and reminiscing about old times. Faith and Robin had went to bed the hour before leaving Xander, Willow, Oz, Buffy and Dean by the fire. Buffy thought there might be some awkwardness when Willow first told her that Oz was going to be staying at the school for a little while, but there was none. It was almost like senior year all over again without the threat of apocalypse hanging over their heads.

“I was living in San Francisco when Devon called me. A few months back a warlock found out I was a werewolf but that I was trying to control it. He tried turning me evil, and I was saved by some witches. Their white lighter didn’t trust me, but they did.” He just shrugged.

“What’s a white lighter?” Something about it seemed familiar to Buffy.

“Pretty sure it’s a guardian angel.”

“What is it with you and Witches?” Dean asked. Willow punched him.

He just smiled in response.

“Well I for one am glad to have you back Oz.” Xander stood up and yawned, “I’m off to dream world. I’ve got some new training equipment that I need to finish tomorrow, or rather, today.”

Buffy looked at the clock, “Yeah we should all get some sleep. Lots of wisdom to impart tomorrow.”





“Why didn’t you ever settle down?” Sam asked to get the conversation going.

“I tried once. It didn’t work. Even being as settled as I am, I still take hunting jobs. Sometimes I go by myself and other times I’ll have some of the older slayer trainees with me. I can’t have a relationship with a normal person because I would always be lying to them about what I do. Having a real relationship with another hunter would be hard because we know what happens. People get killed and if you are too busy worrying about someone else then that person will probably be you. It’s just better not to settle down.”

“I know what you mean. I tried to settle down when I went to college. She ended up getting killed by the same demon that killed my mom.”

Sarah didn’t answer him. She knew all about Jessica from John. She knew that she was going to have to tell him sooner rather than later. Just then they saw the house from Sam’s dream. There were police cars and an ambulance parked right outside. They grabbed their FBI badges in order to get in to look at the crime scene. The sheriff on duty looked at them suspiciously, “You don’t look like FBI agents.”

“We were on our way to check into our motel when we saw the lights. There have been a high number of deaths in this county associated with victims suffocating in their sleep. We were assigned this case because we believe that it may be the work of a serial killer.” That got the sheriff’s attention. He allowed them immediate access to the child’s room and offered to assist them in any way he could.

They dismissed the officers who were photographing the room. “Nice story.” He and Dean usually broke into the crime scene after the police had left.

“Thanks. When I was in school I chose some forensics and criminal justice classes as electives. It comes in handy as a hunter.”

Sam looked around while Sarah took some pictures. He found a trace amount of sulfur on the window sill where the demon had entered the room. Just outside of the window there were impressions of a pair of bare feet. It looked as though someone had been watching the little girl through the window. They went outside and photographed the footprints and looked for any others, but there were none. It was as if someone had appeared outside of the window.

They weren’t going to be able to see the body until later that day when the county coroner came into town. They jumped back in the car and went to the motel to get some sleep. Sarah steeled herself up to tell Sam about John. When they walked in the room she sat down on his bed. “Sam, sit down. We need to talk.”

He looked at her puzzled but complied. “I know why you and Dean came to see me. You want to know where your dad is.”

He took a deep breath. “We think he might know where the demon is that killed our mom and Jess. We wanna help him fight it.”

“I don’t know where he is Sam. I talked to him a little over a week ago but he didn’t say anything that would tell me where he is.”

“What did he say? Buffy said he asked you to do something but that she didn’t know what it was.”

“He asked me to give you a message. He wants you to back off and stop looking for him.”

Sam jumped up, “What!”

“Sam sit down.”

He refused to sit down. He started pacing back which was bothering her. Finally, she got up and pushed him back down on the bed. “Hey!”

“Look Sam your dad loves you guys. Right now he is ruffling a lot of demonic feathers and doesn’t want you two caught in the crossfire.” She sat back down next to him. He was angry and not wanting to look her in the face. She placed her hand on his cheek and gently turned his face to look at her. “He doesn’t want you two to get hurt okay. I know you probably won’t listen because you are just as hard headed as he is, but I promised him I would give you the message.”

“If it’s as bad as he thinks it is, then he’s gonna need us.”

Sarah smiled. Sam really was hard headed, but she liked that about him. “Keep doing what you’re doing then. Either he’ll find you or a demon will.” The thought of a demon finding them and killing them made her sad. She cared about all of the Winchesters. The thought of them dying hurt.

Sam noticed her smile fade. He brushed her hair back from her face, “We’ll be fine,” he said trying to reassure her.

She nodded and moved to get up, but he stopped her. He leaned in and gently kissed her. It slowly turned more urgent. His lips moved across her jaw and slid down her neck. She let out a slight moan and flung her leg across his lap so that she was straddling him. His lips found hers again and he hugged her closer to him.

It was a moment six years in the making. Nothing else mattered to them right then. They eventually drifted off to sleep content in the fact that they were together if only for a moment.
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