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xtremeroswelliaTitle: Two Guys, a Girl and a Chevy Impala
Fic 19: Guide You Home
Authors: xtremeroswellia and clarksmuse
Rated: NC-17
Disclaimer: SO not ours. But we still dream!!
Sam groaned softly as he felt Sarah's body shift beneath his on the bed. They'd finished the spell nearly four hours ago and after the brief pause in the backseat of the Impala, they'd managed to make it to a motel about twenty minutes away. By the time he got the door unlocked she'd had his shirt off and his jeans unbuttoned. From there it had been a mere three steps to the bed, where they'd spent the rest of the four hours alternately making love and napping.
He was exhausted and knew she was too, but they couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other. It was like something in the spell had kick-started mutual insatiable desire in both of them and he wondered if he should be concerned that it didn't seem to be wearing off. He dipped his head and kissed her deeply, bringing one hand up to her cheek.
Sarah moaned and opened her mouth to deepen his demanding kisses, her hands sliding up his bare arms slowly. Her body burned with desire from his touch, despite her weariness from their marathon lovemaking. "Sam," she whispered against his mouth and her fingers grabbed a fistful of his dark hair gently to hold his head in place.
He deepened the kiss without hesitation as he shifted against her, his hardness pressing against her inner thigh. His skin burned where she touched him, setting off another spark of urgent need that he had no control over. "Sarah," he murmured.
Her breath hitched in her throat when he cupped her breasts and flicked her already taut nipples into painful peaks. She pushed him onto his back and moved over him, her thigh brushing against his groin as she straddled him. "Yes?" she whispered, eyes sparkling.
He grinned up at her. "If you wanted to be on top, all you had to do was say so," he teased, reaching up and tucking some dark hair behind her ear.
Reaching between their bodies, Sarah squeezed his hard length and leaned down to lick his salty skin. "Sam, I want to be on top," she replied, her thumb slipping across his head.
He groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he slid his fingers through her hair, keeping her close against him.
The air was thick with tension and want, their mutual desire creating a spark that threatened to engulf them both. She positioned herself above him and slid onto his manhood easily. Her inner walls stretched to accommodate him, despite their soreness. She settled her hands on either side of his chest and marveled at the perfection that was her husband when she began to rock against him.
Sam gazed up at her, holding onto her hips as he thrust up against her, enjoying the look of pleasure on her face. He encircled her with his long arms, pulling her closer, as he leaned up, teeth tugging gently at her earlobe.
He gripped her so hard Sarah knew she would probably have bruises before it was all said and done. She moaned at his teasing and moved faster, her hands sliding between them and touching her stomach lightly.
Within moments they were both at the edge of insanity and Sam pressed his lips against hers in a rough, needy kiss, his fingers tightening in her hair as he thrust up into her, his other hand sliding between them to stroke her clit.
Lost in the moment, Sarah dug her nails into his skin and threw her head back as she shuddered with her climax, her muscles squeezing him further inside. She felt him close on her heels as he spilled himself into her with a loud grunt of pleasure. Breathless, she sat on top of him for several moments and flashed her Cheshire cat grin at him before sagging onto her side.
He pulled her against him, her body curling against his as he brushed a kiss against her forehead, his fingers trailing down her back lightly.
She shivered and buried her face into his warmth. "So, the pregnancy-hormonal-making-me-want-you-all-the-time thing aside," she breathed and hiccuped with surprise when he cupped her bottom, "you seem... um... awful eager."
"I can't stop touching you," he admitted, shutting his eyes and burying his face against her neck.
She sighed peacefully against his skin and slid an arm around to caress his back. "I know. Me neither," she whispered. "I could get used to this, ya know." She smiled, though a voice in the back of her head knew this was highly unusual for both of them.
One day it was going to be like this without any worry about the end of the world or yellow-eyed-demons trying to kill them, he thought tiredly, pressing a soft, tender kiss against her neck.
"Sam." She whispered his name as a quiet affirmation that they'd get through this alive, that their child would be safe. She ran her hand along his side and looked into his eyes, saw the heat behind them, and smiled. "You're ready... again?" she asked, a little awed.
A smile tugged at his lips, though it was replaced by a worried frown. "Yes, but...we need to make sure the spell worked," he whispered.
Right. The spell. In the mental haze of love and lust the last several hours, she had almost forgotten. She sat up slowly, her back to him though she continued to trace patterns across his legs. "How... are we going to do that?" she asked and moved her hair out of her face with her free hand.
"I'm not sure," he admitted, pulling her back against his chest and dropping a kiss against her shoulder.
Nestled firmly against Sam's back, Sarah closed her eyes and smiled when his hands drifted to the small round of her stomach. She understood Sam's impatience and anxiety over making sure their son was protected, safe. And if it was up to her, they would disappear from the rest of the world, dragging Chloe and Dean in tow, to live more or less normal lives.
But that couldn't happen yet. And she wondered how they could test drive the spell they'd completed only hours ago. Her eyes went wide. "If this spell makes us... invulnerable... then would someone have to h-hurt us?" Tears of fear sprung to her eyes.
His arms tightened around her a little. "No," he said without hesitation.
She relaxed against him a little. "Okay," she replied immediately. "Then isn't there something... else... we can do to make sure the spell works?"
Sam thought for a moment, pressing another kiss against her shoulder. "I think it just has to be the intent to cause harm. Not actual harm itself."
She smiled and turned back to look at him. "So it's basically like Spike's chip?" She laughed at the look on Sam's face. "What, you never saw Buffy?"
"Buffy?" he repeated, his eyebrows furrowing.
Sarah shook her head and rested it against Sam's chest once more. "You should watch TV more often. You'd like it."
"Maybe when this is all over," he murmured, stroking a hand down her hair.
She snorted softly and closed her eyes. When this was all over... would there be an over? she wondered, her brows furrowing despite her body's growing desire for Sam again. She grabbed his arms and held them tightly against her. "Sam, what if the spell fails? If the demon... somehow... can get to us?" Her voice shook with emotion. How were they going to find Dean and Chloe?
"It won't fail," he said without hesitation.
"Guess there's only one way to find out." Sarah turned in his arms so she was facing him, legs wrapped around his waist. She felt his hardness brushing her inner core and flushed. The determination in her eyes burned, though. "Pinch me, Sam."
"What?" He stared at her.
"Lean in and pinch me. I'm testing the theory.”
"Sarah..." He hesitated, the thought of doing anything to cause her pain leaving him unsettled.
Her hand ran over his face gently. "Sam, it's okay. If this spell works, you won't be able to hurt me." She mustered a smile and rubbed the lines from his troubled forehead.
Sam drew in a breath and reached out with the intention of pinching her arm. The next thing he knew he was on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, the air leaving his lungs in a pained rush.
Sarah scrambled to the edge of the bed and looked down at him, terror and acknowledgment in her eyes. Yep, just like Spike. "Sam! You okay?" She reached out her hand for him.
"Jesus," he whispered, stunned. "Yeah. I'm all right." He reached out and took her hand, still blinking with surprise.
"Okay, guess that works, then," she replied and scooted back on the bed to let him lie down. "Like I said, I'm like Spike now." She grinned mischievously.
"I'll take your word on that." He gazed down at her for a moment, then kissed her intently.
Her flirtatious retort was lost in the warm depths of his kiss, and she turned her brain off completely. She scooted beneath him, pulled her to him, and gave herself up to what had to be the best day of their lives.
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Ava stared in disbelief at the rundown, ransack of a place that Chloe called "The Roadhouse". "You're kidding me, right?" she deadpanned. No way she was going in there. "The place looks like it's about to fall into the ground!" She glanced at Chloe.
"It's a lot sturdier than it looks, trust me."
She watched Chloe get out of the car and head for the ugly brown building. "Uh huh, and skunks smell like flowers," she muttered and followed her. Norman Bates wouldn't have stopped here, that was for sure.
Standing behind the bar and taking the daily alcohol inventory, Jo heard the door swing open but didn't look up. "We're not open yet!" she yelled and kept her crouching position behind the bar.
A faint, tired smile tugged at her lips. "Not even for an old friend?"
"Chloe?" Jo stood up suddenly and turned to find Chloe resting against the bar, a smile on her lips. "Hey, uh, didn't expect to see you so soon," she replied with a surprised chuckle, her eyes glancing at the petite brunette walk cautiously through the old door. "What are you doing here?"
"Long story," she said quietly, her eyes reflecting her weariness. "How've you been?"
She glanced at the woman standing next to Chloe and smiled. "Busy, with... you know, everything." She held out a hand to the stranger. "Hi, Jo Harvelle."
Ava turned uncertain eyes to the slender blonde on the other side of the bar. This place looked like it was one step from the demolition ball, and yet she looked like she couldn't wait for the place to start serving customers. "Ava Wilson," she replied and shook her hand. "Nice... place you have here."
Chloe hid a small smile, ducking her head. She started to say something else when Ellen walked up.
The older woman's eyes widened with surprise. "Chloe! Dean's been looking everywhere for you!"
Ava cocked an eyebrow and turned to Chloe, seeing her turn a whiter shade of pale. Dean. Hadn't she mentioned that he was this Sam's brother? What connection did she have with him, anyway?
Jo tossed the clipboard onto the bar. "Yeah, he calls all the time, like I had a clue what happened or why you're flying solo."
She drew in a breath and let it out slowly, guilt sweeping over her. "Like I said...long story," she whispered, not meeting Jo's eyes or daring to look at Ellen.
"He's been worried sick. They all have." Ellen looked at her with concern.
"Mom," Jo whispered under her breath and shot her a let it go glare. She grabbed four shot glasses and gabbed some whiskey. "I think we could all use one of these." She poured a shot for everyone.
"God, yes," Ava replied and plopped down on the nearest barstool and grabbed a glass. The trek across country had been awkward, at best, with Chloe just about skirting every conversation she'd tried to begin.
Chloe downed hers quickly, shutting her eyes against the burn of the liquid in her throat. It was akin to what she imagined swallowing tiny razor blades would feel like. She shuddered, sinking onto one of the bar stools slowly and setting the glass down on the counter.
"So," Jo said and leaned against the counter, "what brings you here without the Winchesters in tow and with a complete stranger." She glanced at Ava and tossed her a casual smile.
"Needed some space," she answered, not looking at the blonde across from her.
Ellen frowned at the response, glancing sideways at Jo.
Jo frowned and met her mother's eyes. "I find that hard to believe, given your near soul selling experience to get him back." When Chloe had admitted that episode to her while she'd been traveling with them, Jo hadn't believed her. Watching Dean watch over and protect Chloe had quickly changed her mind.
Ava downed her drink and looked at Chloe with confused eyes.
"It's the truth," she said quietly, avoiding everyone's eyes. She drew in a slow breath and slid off the stool. "I'm gonna use the restroom. I'll be back." She headed away before anyone could stop her.
"I'm calling Dean," Ellen said quietly.
Ava watched Chloe go, her eyes sad and empathetic. "I think... I think she needs some time to... process stuff," she whispered.
Jo cast a curious glance at Ava. "Hang on, Mom," she said. "Maybe we should wait."
"No," she said firmly. "He's been worried sick. He needs to know she's safe." She gave her daughter a look. She picked up the telephone and dialed Dean's number.
"Mom," she protested quietly but it was too late.
Dean was in the middle of Kansas City, Missouri, gassing up the Harley when his cell rang. He yanked it out of his pocket, and seeing the caller, answered on the second ring. "Ellen, what is it?" he demanded.
"She's here," she said very quietly. "Just came in a few minutes ago with a brunette named Ava."
His legs almost gave out on him. "What? She's there? How? Is she okay? Sam and Sarah there?" The questions rushed out in an almost garbled mess.
"No, I wanted to call you first," Ellen answered. "Best I can gather is they drove in from Illinois."
Jesus, Chloe had gone as far as Illinois? "Call Sam, Ellen. And keep Chloe there. Hogtie her if you have to," he barked and shut off the pump. "I'll be there tonight, sooner if I can."
"Will do," she said grimly, hanging up and immediately dialing Sam's cell phone number.
Dean hung up the phone and straddled the motorcycle, his entire being infused with determination and relief. She was alive. That was all that mattered.
Sam's cell phone startled him awake, and he grabbed it from the nightstand and answered it before Sarah woke up. "Hello?" he whispered, holding his wife to him closely.
"Sam, it's Ellen."
"Ellen? What's wrong? Is Dean okay?"
"Dean's on his way here. Chloe just walked in."
Sam shot up in bed and paled. "Chloe's there?" he asked loudly. He turned and gently shook Sarah awake. "Have you called Dean already?"
"Yeah, I just got off the phone with him. You still at Bobby's? Cause that's a hell of a lot closer than Dean right now and I don't know how easy it's gonna be to keep her here."
"Yeah, we're nearby. Just whatever you do, don't let her know you called us, okay? Sarah and I will be there in thirty."
"Will do, Sam." She hung up the phone and drew in a breath, looking at Ava. "Well, you've had a long drive. You hungry?"
"Hungry? I freakin' famished," she declared wearily. She pinched her nose with her fingers, a sudden headache coming on. I'm in the middle of nowhere with strange people and a weeping willow in the bathroom. What have I gotten myself into?
&&&&&
Chloe was quiet, subdued when the door to the Roadhouse opened awhile later. She wasn't the least bit surprised to see Sam and Sarah there. She drew in a slow breath, not moving off the bar stool she was sitting upon.
Sarah took one look at Chloe and let go of Sam's hand. "Chloe, thank God," she whispered, moving quickly to her friend but stopping short of hugging her. She didn't look in the least happy to see either of them, and a stranger sat next to her, dark eyes curiously taking everything in.
"Hey," she said quietly, not quite meeting Sarah's eyes. "Sarah, this is Ava Wilson. Ava, Sarah Winchester." She didn't dare look at Sam.
"Nice to meet you," Ava replied absently and stared at Sam intently. "So you're him."
Sarah frowned at Chloe's flat, emotionless voice and Ava's curious question.
Sam tore his gaze away from Chloe's face and shifted his eyes to look at Ava curiously. "Him?"
"The guy who's going to save the world or something." She waved a hand in the air and ignored the sharp looks she got from the rest of the room. "Hey, can I help it if I saw you in a vision or whatever?"
"Vision?" Sarah and Jo chirped together, both surprised and not a little concerned.
"She's like you," Chloe said quietly, still not looking at Sam directly. "She has visions. They started when she turned twenty-two."
Sam sucked in a breath, stunned.
"Yeah, ain't that a real kick in the pants?" Ava retorted and played with a fry on her plate.
Sarah cleared her throat quietly. "So you saw Sam in a vision? What was in it?"
Ava looked at the pretty brunette holding Sam's hand. The pregnant pretty brunette. "We were all up against some huge army of freaks or something weird, and this dude with yellow eyes was leading it," she replied with a knowing smirk. "Sam was there, and Chloe, and other people. Some were wearing some freaky Halloween/Michael Myers stuff, ya know?"
"Ollie?" Jo whispered under her breath.
Chloe glanced at her with a raised brow. "Ollie?"
Jo made a face at her but said nothing.
Ava looked at Jo. "Who the hell is that?"
"No one," she retorted and crossed her arms. "Move on."
"That's pretty much it. I got out of it just before someone sounded the charge." Ava sighed and grabbed her glass of water, suddenly wishing it was something alcoholic instead.
Sarah looked at Chloe. "Where'd you find her?"
"Peoria, Illinois," she answered, glancing at her briefly, taking a drink of her own water.
Sam shifted his gaze back to her, startled. "Illinois?" he repeated, surprised at how far she'd gone.
She nodded slightly.
Sarah paled at the thought of how Chloe had gotten so far across the country and swallowed hard. She sat down beside her and put a hand on her shoulder gently. "So how'd you find Ava?"
"She was looking for a job at the newspaper where I work...ed," Ava answered for her with a slight nod.
"Dean's been scouring the country for you," Sam told her, frowning. "You vanished without a trace."
"I intended to," she admitted.
"Why?" Sarah asked. "Don't you know none of that was your fault?"
"None of what?" Jo interrupted with a frown. She hated being left in the dark, though deep down, something told her to go find a mess to clean up in the back room.
Chloe didn't reply, simply dropped her gaze and turned to face the counter.
"She was possessed by a demon who was out for revenge," Sam said, not looking at Jo.
"Big time," Sarah agreed but let her hand fall from Chloe's shoulder. "And it took over her body and did horrible things... which was all the demon and nothing to do with Chloe."
Ava paled considerably and stood up. "I think I'm going to... Bathroom. Yeah, going there." She spoke quickly and headed towards the ladies room. Maybe trying out poprocks and Pepsi would be a good idea right now, she thought. Might knock her unconscious or something. It was a better option than sitting in that tension filled room.
"So if the demon who possessed you is gone, since I assume it's been exorcised, why the long face, Chloe?" Jo urged gently.
"Look, guys. I know what you're trying to do and I appreciate it," she said quietly. "But I don't wanna talk about this."
Ellen rested a hand on Jo's shoulder, then cast a glance at Sam and Sarah. "Jo, come help me do inventory in the back."
Jo nodded and made a quick exit. Sam and Sarah looked right out angry, and she didn't want to be around when the bottom fell out.
Sarah let out an irritated breath. "Why not?" she exclaimed and leaned against the bar. "Let's just not talk about this and let it simmer and stew until we're all barking mad at each other. The demon'd have a field day with that."
Chloe didn't look at her. "I'm not going anywhere, so you can relax."
"That's not the point, Chloe," Sam said quietly.
She drew in a breath and let it out slowly. "Speaking of demons...there was one after Ava in Peoria."
Sam grimaced at the change in subject but let it go. "What happened?"
"Performed an exorcism."
Sarah looked over at Chloe and blanched. "You guys okay?"
"Yeah. Ava was pretty freaked out. Getting her to come here wasn't easy."
"Kinda like it was hard for you to come here?" Sam looked at Chloe intently, his brow furrowed with anxiety.
"Kinda like that," she said quietly.
Sarah studied Chloe and didn't like what she saw. The despair, the guilt, the self-flagellation. They were all etched on her face. She not only didn't want to be here, she didn't want them around. And who knew what would happen when Dean showed up. She sucked in a breath to keep her panic down and looked at Sam.
Sam took in Sarah's meaningful look and said, "So Sarah and I found a way to protect the baby."
"That's good," she whispered, her voice sincere as she glanced between them quickly. "And it works?"
Sam winced at the memory but nodded. "Oh yeah, it works. I guess the real test'll be if a demon attacks."
Sarah looked towards the door and said nothing.
"We'll be ready for it if it happens," she said without thinking.
Sarah looked unconvinced and turned her gaze to Chloe, anger surging through her veins suddenly. She blinked it away. "I hope so. It's not like Sam and I have been doing a lot of research into how we're going to defeat the demons."
Chloe felt the anger Sarah brushed away with effort, but her expression remained neutral. "I have."
Sam folded his arms and looked at her. "What have you found?" He shut off his thoughts to the rest of them, even Sarah. He didn't want to unnecessarily worry his wife in case Chloe told them something unsettling.
"It's not just the demons we have to worry about. It's the meteor freaks. They can be just as evil. Plus they've been trained by Lex's men which means they're twice as bad as normal freaks. Fortunately I know more than my share about meteor freaks and how to destroy them." Her voice was flat, emotionless.
Sarah didn't know what bothered her more: knowing Lex had a ready-made army for the yellow-eyed demon or Chloe's matter-of-fact, it'stheendoftheworldandIdon'tcare tone of voice. "What if the demons take over these meteor infected bodies?"
Sam didn't know, but it was a good question. "So it seems Lex left behind a strong organization in case he met an early demise. Great."
"Then we have demons with even greater powers than a regular person who's possessed by one," she responded evenly, flickering her gaze to Sarah briefly.
Sarah couldn't meet her friend's look but nodded. "So basically we're screwed. Good thing the damn demon can't get the baby."
Sam shot Sarah a surprised look and felt her anger. It took him by surprise, and he understood why. Chloe's blatant refusal to talk about her body's possession seemed to have driven a wedge between them. He winced inwardly and hoped Dean would get his ass to the Roadhouse. "Who told you about Lex's army?"
"It was part of Ava's vision," Chloe responded.
Sam ran a frustrated hand through his shaggy hair. "Guess it's a good thing you found Ava, then, Chlo. Looks like we're going to need all the help we can get."
Sarah simply nodded.
"Someone should get in contact with Oliver," she said quietly, not looking up from her drink. "We'll need the entire team on standby." The thought of seeing Clark again made her stomach twist into a painful knot.
"I'll do it," Sarah whispered and held out her hand for Sam's phone. Once she got it, she stood up and headed towards the other side of the bar to make the call.
Sam watched her leave and then turned cautiously neutral eyes to Chloe.
Chloe drew in a breath and let it out slowly, not looking at him. "Go ahead."
Her almost angry tone shocked him. "I was only going to tell you that we're all here for you, and I'd tell you none of what happened was your fault, but I can see you aren't interested in what I have to say."
"You mean you're not just dying to rip me up one side and down the other?" Her voice was quiet.
"Does it really matter, Chloe?" he said frankly. "Why tell you things you don't think are true, regardless of whether they are or not?" He knew, deep down somehow, that nothing he or Sarah or Jo said would convince her everything was alright. Dean might have better luck, but mostly, he figured she would have to come to terms with it herself.
She shut her eyes. "Do you remember how you felt when you thought you were part-demon?"
He sighed and nodded.
"Imagine if that had been true. And that you'd hurt every single person you cared about without being able to stop it from happening."
Sam didn't need to imagine that. He'd already gone down that road: the guilt he'd felt over knowing the horrible torture he'd make his loved ones endure if he truly turned darkside. He knew how she felt, because he knew he wouldn't have been able to live with himself. Begging Dean to put a bullet in his brain would have been his answer. "I get why you feel the way you do, Chloe. I do, believe me. But you didn't choose to be possessed."
"It doesn't matter if I chose it or not, Sam. I'm a liability here." Her words were blunt, harsh and she turned to look at him for the first time. "You and Dean can't be possessed because you're part angels. Sarah can't be possessed because she's invulnerable now. Me? I'm a freak. If your brother hadn't figured out what was going on, I would've killed you all."
"You know what, Chloe? Who cares what you're made of or where you came from. You're a part of this family, and we'll do anything to protect you, even if it means from yourself." Sam stood up and turned away from her for a moment to gather his thoughts. "Just because you got the short straw for possession doesn't make you an evil person. It just makes you vulnerable. And that means Dean and I need to find something that will protect you." He turned and looked down at her hands. "Especially since it seems you lost the ring Dean gave you specifically to ward off possession."
A flicker of confusion passed over her face and she looked down at her hand blankly for a moment. Then she shuddered involuntarily.
Sam frowned. "You don't know where it is?"
"No," she whispered. "I don't...I don't remember losing it."
"Damn, I wonder if all the stress of the body swap and Lex's death..." His voice trailed off, lost in thought. Where would it have slipped off her finger?
Her face paled at the mention of Lex's death.
Dammit, Dean, get your ass here, Sam shot out towards his brother and took a step towards Chloe. "God, I'm sorry, Chloe." Clearly, she hadn't dealt with anything, which worried him to no end.
She nodded quickly, not looking up at him as hot tears stung her eyes. She fought to hold them back.
Sam opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Sarah's approach. "Okay, Oliver and company are on it," she said and glanced at Chloe's ashen face. She frowned heavily and looked at Sam but said nothing.
Sam caught a flash of movement behind Chloe and pushed both women behind him, just in time to see Dean stride through the door, eyes dark with intent and emotion.
Dean let the door slam shut but stood just inside the bar, knuckles white from his tight-fisted drive. The helmet he'd pushed off his head cluttered to the door when he caught a flash of blonde behind his brother's body. "What, you afraid I'm going to jump her here and now, Sammy?" he asked with a smirk.
Chloe's body grew completely still at the sound of his voice, the breath catching in her throat. Her heart thudded heavily against her chest.
Dean took in a deep breath and walked into the room, his lungs struggling for air as Sam moved aside and he saw Chloe for the first time in a week. She looked like she'd been through hell, but she had never looked better in his eyes. Something about her positively glowed, but maybe it was the sheer relief her felt that she was in one piece, alive and well. The rest he knew he could handle.
Within three strides he had closed the distance between them and caught her up in his arms in a vice-grip lock. A sob threatened to escape from his lips.
She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, her own arms winding tightly around his neck in response, her face buried against his shoulder.
Sarah looked at her husband and grabbed his hand and led him away from the couple towards the back of the bar.
Dean crushed her to him and inhaled the scent from her shampoo, his favorite scent in the world. He felt a shudder run through her and rubbed her back gently with a hand.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice breaking.
He groaned softly. "What for?" He brushed his lips against her hair.
"Everything." A tear trickled down her face.
Dean growled, moving her away, and fervently pressed his lips to hers. His hands delved into her hair as his lips massaged hers.
Chloe kissed him back softly, another tear streaking down her cheek. Her entire body trembled with the effort it took to remain standing.
"Let's get out of here," he said after a moment, having sensed her weakened state. He fought the intense urge to sweep her into his arms and carry her outside.
"Where?" she whispered wearily.
"Out of here. We need to talk." Dean took her hand and headed for the door. "Sammy, Sarah, we'll be back!"
Sam and Sarah looked at each and then at the retreating figures. They both hoped everything would be alright in the morning.
Fic 19: Guide You Home
Authors: xtremeroswellia and clarksmuse
Rated: NC-17
Disclaimer: SO not ours. But we still dream!!
Sam groaned softly as he felt Sarah's body shift beneath his on the bed. They'd finished the spell nearly four hours ago and after the brief pause in the backseat of the Impala, they'd managed to make it to a motel about twenty minutes away. By the time he got the door unlocked she'd had his shirt off and his jeans unbuttoned. From there it had been a mere three steps to the bed, where they'd spent the rest of the four hours alternately making love and napping.
He was exhausted and knew she was too, but they couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other. It was like something in the spell had kick-started mutual insatiable desire in both of them and he wondered if he should be concerned that it didn't seem to be wearing off. He dipped his head and kissed her deeply, bringing one hand up to her cheek.
Sarah moaned and opened her mouth to deepen his demanding kisses, her hands sliding up his bare arms slowly. Her body burned with desire from his touch, despite her weariness from their marathon lovemaking. "Sam," she whispered against his mouth and her fingers grabbed a fistful of his dark hair gently to hold his head in place.
He deepened the kiss without hesitation as he shifted against her, his hardness pressing against her inner thigh. His skin burned where she touched him, setting off another spark of urgent need that he had no control over. "Sarah," he murmured.
Her breath hitched in her throat when he cupped her breasts and flicked her already taut nipples into painful peaks. She pushed him onto his back and moved over him, her thigh brushing against his groin as she straddled him. "Yes?" she whispered, eyes sparkling.
He grinned up at her. "If you wanted to be on top, all you had to do was say so," he teased, reaching up and tucking some dark hair behind her ear.
Reaching between their bodies, Sarah squeezed his hard length and leaned down to lick his salty skin. "Sam, I want to be on top," she replied, her thumb slipping across his head.
He groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he slid his fingers through her hair, keeping her close against him.
The air was thick with tension and want, their mutual desire creating a spark that threatened to engulf them both. She positioned herself above him and slid onto his manhood easily. Her inner walls stretched to accommodate him, despite their soreness. She settled her hands on either side of his chest and marveled at the perfection that was her husband when she began to rock against him.
Sam gazed up at her, holding onto her hips as he thrust up against her, enjoying the look of pleasure on her face. He encircled her with his long arms, pulling her closer, as he leaned up, teeth tugging gently at her earlobe.
He gripped her so hard Sarah knew she would probably have bruises before it was all said and done. She moaned at his teasing and moved faster, her hands sliding between them and touching her stomach lightly.
Within moments they were both at the edge of insanity and Sam pressed his lips against hers in a rough, needy kiss, his fingers tightening in her hair as he thrust up into her, his other hand sliding between them to stroke her clit.
Lost in the moment, Sarah dug her nails into his skin and threw her head back as she shuddered with her climax, her muscles squeezing him further inside. She felt him close on her heels as he spilled himself into her with a loud grunt of pleasure. Breathless, she sat on top of him for several moments and flashed her Cheshire cat grin at him before sagging onto her side.
He pulled her against him, her body curling against his as he brushed a kiss against her forehead, his fingers trailing down her back lightly.
She shivered and buried her face into his warmth. "So, the pregnancy-hormonal-making-me-want-you-all-the-time thing aside," she breathed and hiccuped with surprise when he cupped her bottom, "you seem... um... awful eager."
"I can't stop touching you," he admitted, shutting his eyes and burying his face against her neck.
She sighed peacefully against his skin and slid an arm around to caress his back. "I know. Me neither," she whispered. "I could get used to this, ya know." She smiled, though a voice in the back of her head knew this was highly unusual for both of them.
One day it was going to be like this without any worry about the end of the world or yellow-eyed-demons trying to kill them, he thought tiredly, pressing a soft, tender kiss against her neck.
"Sam." She whispered his name as a quiet affirmation that they'd get through this alive, that their child would be safe. She ran her hand along his side and looked into his eyes, saw the heat behind them, and smiled. "You're ready... again?" she asked, a little awed.
A smile tugged at his lips, though it was replaced by a worried frown. "Yes, but...we need to make sure the spell worked," he whispered.
Right. The spell. In the mental haze of love and lust the last several hours, she had almost forgotten. She sat up slowly, her back to him though she continued to trace patterns across his legs. "How... are we going to do that?" she asked and moved her hair out of her face with her free hand.
"I'm not sure," he admitted, pulling her back against his chest and dropping a kiss against her shoulder.
Nestled firmly against Sam's back, Sarah closed her eyes and smiled when his hands drifted to the small round of her stomach. She understood Sam's impatience and anxiety over making sure their son was protected, safe. And if it was up to her, they would disappear from the rest of the world, dragging Chloe and Dean in tow, to live more or less normal lives.
But that couldn't happen yet. And she wondered how they could test drive the spell they'd completed only hours ago. Her eyes went wide. "If this spell makes us... invulnerable... then would someone have to h-hurt us?" Tears of fear sprung to her eyes.
His arms tightened around her a little. "No," he said without hesitation.
She relaxed against him a little. "Okay," she replied immediately. "Then isn't there something... else... we can do to make sure the spell works?"
Sam thought for a moment, pressing another kiss against her shoulder. "I think it just has to be the intent to cause harm. Not actual harm itself."
She smiled and turned back to look at him. "So it's basically like Spike's chip?" She laughed at the look on Sam's face. "What, you never saw Buffy?"
"Buffy?" he repeated, his eyebrows furrowing.
Sarah shook her head and rested it against Sam's chest once more. "You should watch TV more often. You'd like it."
"Maybe when this is all over," he murmured, stroking a hand down her hair.
She snorted softly and closed her eyes. When this was all over... would there be an over? she wondered, her brows furrowing despite her body's growing desire for Sam again. She grabbed his arms and held them tightly against her. "Sam, what if the spell fails? If the demon... somehow... can get to us?" Her voice shook with emotion. How were they going to find Dean and Chloe?
"It won't fail," he said without hesitation.
"Guess there's only one way to find out." Sarah turned in his arms so she was facing him, legs wrapped around his waist. She felt his hardness brushing her inner core and flushed. The determination in her eyes burned, though. "Pinch me, Sam."
"What?" He stared at her.
"Lean in and pinch me. I'm testing the theory.”
"Sarah..." He hesitated, the thought of doing anything to cause her pain leaving him unsettled.
Her hand ran over his face gently. "Sam, it's okay. If this spell works, you won't be able to hurt me." She mustered a smile and rubbed the lines from his troubled forehead.
Sam drew in a breath and reached out with the intention of pinching her arm. The next thing he knew he was on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, the air leaving his lungs in a pained rush.
Sarah scrambled to the edge of the bed and looked down at him, terror and acknowledgment in her eyes. Yep, just like Spike. "Sam! You okay?" She reached out her hand for him.
"Jesus," he whispered, stunned. "Yeah. I'm all right." He reached out and took her hand, still blinking with surprise.
"Okay, guess that works, then," she replied and scooted back on the bed to let him lie down. "Like I said, I'm like Spike now." She grinned mischievously.
"I'll take your word on that." He gazed down at her for a moment, then kissed her intently.
Her flirtatious retort was lost in the warm depths of his kiss, and she turned her brain off completely. She scooted beneath him, pulled her to him, and gave herself up to what had to be the best day of their lives.
&&&&&
Ava stared in disbelief at the rundown, ransack of a place that Chloe called "The Roadhouse". "You're kidding me, right?" she deadpanned. No way she was going in there. "The place looks like it's about to fall into the ground!" She glanced at Chloe.
"It's a lot sturdier than it looks, trust me."
She watched Chloe get out of the car and head for the ugly brown building. "Uh huh, and skunks smell like flowers," she muttered and followed her. Norman Bates wouldn't have stopped here, that was for sure.
Standing behind the bar and taking the daily alcohol inventory, Jo heard the door swing open but didn't look up. "We're not open yet!" she yelled and kept her crouching position behind the bar.
A faint, tired smile tugged at her lips. "Not even for an old friend?"
"Chloe?" Jo stood up suddenly and turned to find Chloe resting against the bar, a smile on her lips. "Hey, uh, didn't expect to see you so soon," she replied with a surprised chuckle, her eyes glancing at the petite brunette walk cautiously through the old door. "What are you doing here?"
"Long story," she said quietly, her eyes reflecting her weariness. "How've you been?"
She glanced at the woman standing next to Chloe and smiled. "Busy, with... you know, everything." She held out a hand to the stranger. "Hi, Jo Harvelle."
Ava turned uncertain eyes to the slender blonde on the other side of the bar. This place looked like it was one step from the demolition ball, and yet she looked like she couldn't wait for the place to start serving customers. "Ava Wilson," she replied and shook her hand. "Nice... place you have here."
Chloe hid a small smile, ducking her head. She started to say something else when Ellen walked up.
The older woman's eyes widened with surprise. "Chloe! Dean's been looking everywhere for you!"
Ava cocked an eyebrow and turned to Chloe, seeing her turn a whiter shade of pale. Dean. Hadn't she mentioned that he was this Sam's brother? What connection did she have with him, anyway?
Jo tossed the clipboard onto the bar. "Yeah, he calls all the time, like I had a clue what happened or why you're flying solo."
She drew in a breath and let it out slowly, guilt sweeping over her. "Like I said...long story," she whispered, not meeting Jo's eyes or daring to look at Ellen.
"He's been worried sick. They all have." Ellen looked at her with concern.
"Mom," Jo whispered under her breath and shot her a let it go glare. She grabbed four shot glasses and gabbed some whiskey. "I think we could all use one of these." She poured a shot for everyone.
"God, yes," Ava replied and plopped down on the nearest barstool and grabbed a glass. The trek across country had been awkward, at best, with Chloe just about skirting every conversation she'd tried to begin.
Chloe downed hers quickly, shutting her eyes against the burn of the liquid in her throat. It was akin to what she imagined swallowing tiny razor blades would feel like. She shuddered, sinking onto one of the bar stools slowly and setting the glass down on the counter.
"So," Jo said and leaned against the counter, "what brings you here without the Winchesters in tow and with a complete stranger." She glanced at Ava and tossed her a casual smile.
"Needed some space," she answered, not looking at the blonde across from her.
Ellen frowned at the response, glancing sideways at Jo.
Jo frowned and met her mother's eyes. "I find that hard to believe, given your near soul selling experience to get him back." When Chloe had admitted that episode to her while she'd been traveling with them, Jo hadn't believed her. Watching Dean watch over and protect Chloe had quickly changed her mind.
Ava downed her drink and looked at Chloe with confused eyes.
"It's the truth," she said quietly, avoiding everyone's eyes. She drew in a slow breath and slid off the stool. "I'm gonna use the restroom. I'll be back." She headed away before anyone could stop her.
"I'm calling Dean," Ellen said quietly.
Ava watched Chloe go, her eyes sad and empathetic. "I think... I think she needs some time to... process stuff," she whispered.
Jo cast a curious glance at Ava. "Hang on, Mom," she said. "Maybe we should wait."
"No," she said firmly. "He's been worried sick. He needs to know she's safe." She gave her daughter a look. She picked up the telephone and dialed Dean's number.
"Mom," she protested quietly but it was too late.
Dean was in the middle of Kansas City, Missouri, gassing up the Harley when his cell rang. He yanked it out of his pocket, and seeing the caller, answered on the second ring. "Ellen, what is it?" he demanded.
"She's here," she said very quietly. "Just came in a few minutes ago with a brunette named Ava."
His legs almost gave out on him. "What? She's there? How? Is she okay? Sam and Sarah there?" The questions rushed out in an almost garbled mess.
"No, I wanted to call you first," Ellen answered. "Best I can gather is they drove in from Illinois."
Jesus, Chloe had gone as far as Illinois? "Call Sam, Ellen. And keep Chloe there. Hogtie her if you have to," he barked and shut off the pump. "I'll be there tonight, sooner if I can."
"Will do," she said grimly, hanging up and immediately dialing Sam's cell phone number.
Dean hung up the phone and straddled the motorcycle, his entire being infused with determination and relief. She was alive. That was all that mattered.
Sam's cell phone startled him awake, and he grabbed it from the nightstand and answered it before Sarah woke up. "Hello?" he whispered, holding his wife to him closely.
"Sam, it's Ellen."
"Ellen? What's wrong? Is Dean okay?"
"Dean's on his way here. Chloe just walked in."
Sam shot up in bed and paled. "Chloe's there?" he asked loudly. He turned and gently shook Sarah awake. "Have you called Dean already?"
"Yeah, I just got off the phone with him. You still at Bobby's? Cause that's a hell of a lot closer than Dean right now and I don't know how easy it's gonna be to keep her here."
"Yeah, we're nearby. Just whatever you do, don't let her know you called us, okay? Sarah and I will be there in thirty."
"Will do, Sam." She hung up the phone and drew in a breath, looking at Ava. "Well, you've had a long drive. You hungry?"
"Hungry? I freakin' famished," she declared wearily. She pinched her nose with her fingers, a sudden headache coming on. I'm in the middle of nowhere with strange people and a weeping willow in the bathroom. What have I gotten myself into?
&&&&&
Chloe was quiet, subdued when the door to the Roadhouse opened awhile later. She wasn't the least bit surprised to see Sam and Sarah there. She drew in a slow breath, not moving off the bar stool she was sitting upon.
Sarah took one look at Chloe and let go of Sam's hand. "Chloe, thank God," she whispered, moving quickly to her friend but stopping short of hugging her. She didn't look in the least happy to see either of them, and a stranger sat next to her, dark eyes curiously taking everything in.
"Hey," she said quietly, not quite meeting Sarah's eyes. "Sarah, this is Ava Wilson. Ava, Sarah Winchester." She didn't dare look at Sam.
"Nice to meet you," Ava replied absently and stared at Sam intently. "So you're him."
Sarah frowned at Chloe's flat, emotionless voice and Ava's curious question.
Sam tore his gaze away from Chloe's face and shifted his eyes to look at Ava curiously. "Him?"
"The guy who's going to save the world or something." She waved a hand in the air and ignored the sharp looks she got from the rest of the room. "Hey, can I help it if I saw you in a vision or whatever?"
"Vision?" Sarah and Jo chirped together, both surprised and not a little concerned.
"She's like you," Chloe said quietly, still not looking at Sam directly. "She has visions. They started when she turned twenty-two."
Sam sucked in a breath, stunned.
"Yeah, ain't that a real kick in the pants?" Ava retorted and played with a fry on her plate.
Sarah cleared her throat quietly. "So you saw Sam in a vision? What was in it?"
Ava looked at the pretty brunette holding Sam's hand. The pregnant pretty brunette. "We were all up against some huge army of freaks or something weird, and this dude with yellow eyes was leading it," she replied with a knowing smirk. "Sam was there, and Chloe, and other people. Some were wearing some freaky Halloween/Michael Myers stuff, ya know?"
"Ollie?" Jo whispered under her breath.
Chloe glanced at her with a raised brow. "Ollie?"
Jo made a face at her but said nothing.
Ava looked at Jo. "Who the hell is that?"
"No one," she retorted and crossed her arms. "Move on."
"That's pretty much it. I got out of it just before someone sounded the charge." Ava sighed and grabbed her glass of water, suddenly wishing it was something alcoholic instead.
Sarah looked at Chloe. "Where'd you find her?"
"Peoria, Illinois," she answered, glancing at her briefly, taking a drink of her own water.
Sam shifted his gaze back to her, startled. "Illinois?" he repeated, surprised at how far she'd gone.
She nodded slightly.
Sarah paled at the thought of how Chloe had gotten so far across the country and swallowed hard. She sat down beside her and put a hand on her shoulder gently. "So how'd you find Ava?"
"She was looking for a job at the newspaper where I work...ed," Ava answered for her with a slight nod.
"Dean's been scouring the country for you," Sam told her, frowning. "You vanished without a trace."
"I intended to," she admitted.
"Why?" Sarah asked. "Don't you know none of that was your fault?"
"None of what?" Jo interrupted with a frown. She hated being left in the dark, though deep down, something told her to go find a mess to clean up in the back room.
Chloe didn't reply, simply dropped her gaze and turned to face the counter.
"She was possessed by a demon who was out for revenge," Sam said, not looking at Jo.
"Big time," Sarah agreed but let her hand fall from Chloe's shoulder. "And it took over her body and did horrible things... which was all the demon and nothing to do with Chloe."
Ava paled considerably and stood up. "I think I'm going to... Bathroom. Yeah, going there." She spoke quickly and headed towards the ladies room. Maybe trying out poprocks and Pepsi would be a good idea right now, she thought. Might knock her unconscious or something. It was a better option than sitting in that tension filled room.
"So if the demon who possessed you is gone, since I assume it's been exorcised, why the long face, Chloe?" Jo urged gently.
"Look, guys. I know what you're trying to do and I appreciate it," she said quietly. "But I don't wanna talk about this."
Ellen rested a hand on Jo's shoulder, then cast a glance at Sam and Sarah. "Jo, come help me do inventory in the back."
Jo nodded and made a quick exit. Sam and Sarah looked right out angry, and she didn't want to be around when the bottom fell out.
Sarah let out an irritated breath. "Why not?" she exclaimed and leaned against the bar. "Let's just not talk about this and let it simmer and stew until we're all barking mad at each other. The demon'd have a field day with that."
Chloe didn't look at her. "I'm not going anywhere, so you can relax."
"That's not the point, Chloe," Sam said quietly.
She drew in a breath and let it out slowly. "Speaking of demons...there was one after Ava in Peoria."
Sam grimaced at the change in subject but let it go. "What happened?"
"Performed an exorcism."
Sarah looked over at Chloe and blanched. "You guys okay?"
"Yeah. Ava was pretty freaked out. Getting her to come here wasn't easy."
"Kinda like it was hard for you to come here?" Sam looked at Chloe intently, his brow furrowed with anxiety.
"Kinda like that," she said quietly.
Sarah studied Chloe and didn't like what she saw. The despair, the guilt, the self-flagellation. They were all etched on her face. She not only didn't want to be here, she didn't want them around. And who knew what would happen when Dean showed up. She sucked in a breath to keep her panic down and looked at Sam.
Sam took in Sarah's meaningful look and said, "So Sarah and I found a way to protect the baby."
"That's good," she whispered, her voice sincere as she glanced between them quickly. "And it works?"
Sam winced at the memory but nodded. "Oh yeah, it works. I guess the real test'll be if a demon attacks."
Sarah looked towards the door and said nothing.
"We'll be ready for it if it happens," she said without thinking.
Sarah looked unconvinced and turned her gaze to Chloe, anger surging through her veins suddenly. She blinked it away. "I hope so. It's not like Sam and I have been doing a lot of research into how we're going to defeat the demons."
Chloe felt the anger Sarah brushed away with effort, but her expression remained neutral. "I have."
Sam folded his arms and looked at her. "What have you found?" He shut off his thoughts to the rest of them, even Sarah. He didn't want to unnecessarily worry his wife in case Chloe told them something unsettling.
"It's not just the demons we have to worry about. It's the meteor freaks. They can be just as evil. Plus they've been trained by Lex's men which means they're twice as bad as normal freaks. Fortunately I know more than my share about meteor freaks and how to destroy them." Her voice was flat, emotionless.
Sarah didn't know what bothered her more: knowing Lex had a ready-made army for the yellow-eyed demon or Chloe's matter-of-fact, it'stheendoftheworldandIdon'tcare tone of voice. "What if the demons take over these meteor infected bodies?"
Sam didn't know, but it was a good question. "So it seems Lex left behind a strong organization in case he met an early demise. Great."
"Then we have demons with even greater powers than a regular person who's possessed by one," she responded evenly, flickering her gaze to Sarah briefly.
Sarah couldn't meet her friend's look but nodded. "So basically we're screwed. Good thing the damn demon can't get the baby."
Sam shot Sarah a surprised look and felt her anger. It took him by surprise, and he understood why. Chloe's blatant refusal to talk about her body's possession seemed to have driven a wedge between them. He winced inwardly and hoped Dean would get his ass to the Roadhouse. "Who told you about Lex's army?"
"It was part of Ava's vision," Chloe responded.
Sam ran a frustrated hand through his shaggy hair. "Guess it's a good thing you found Ava, then, Chlo. Looks like we're going to need all the help we can get."
Sarah simply nodded.
"Someone should get in contact with Oliver," she said quietly, not looking up from her drink. "We'll need the entire team on standby." The thought of seeing Clark again made her stomach twist into a painful knot.
"I'll do it," Sarah whispered and held out her hand for Sam's phone. Once she got it, she stood up and headed towards the other side of the bar to make the call.
Sam watched her leave and then turned cautiously neutral eyes to Chloe.
Chloe drew in a breath and let it out slowly, not looking at him. "Go ahead."
Her almost angry tone shocked him. "I was only going to tell you that we're all here for you, and I'd tell you none of what happened was your fault, but I can see you aren't interested in what I have to say."
"You mean you're not just dying to rip me up one side and down the other?" Her voice was quiet.
"Does it really matter, Chloe?" he said frankly. "Why tell you things you don't think are true, regardless of whether they are or not?" He knew, deep down somehow, that nothing he or Sarah or Jo said would convince her everything was alright. Dean might have better luck, but mostly, he figured she would have to come to terms with it herself.
She shut her eyes. "Do you remember how you felt when you thought you were part-demon?"
He sighed and nodded.
"Imagine if that had been true. And that you'd hurt every single person you cared about without being able to stop it from happening."
Sam didn't need to imagine that. He'd already gone down that road: the guilt he'd felt over knowing the horrible torture he'd make his loved ones endure if he truly turned darkside. He knew how she felt, because he knew he wouldn't have been able to live with himself. Begging Dean to put a bullet in his brain would have been his answer. "I get why you feel the way you do, Chloe. I do, believe me. But you didn't choose to be possessed."
"It doesn't matter if I chose it or not, Sam. I'm a liability here." Her words were blunt, harsh and she turned to look at him for the first time. "You and Dean can't be possessed because you're part angels. Sarah can't be possessed because she's invulnerable now. Me? I'm a freak. If your brother hadn't figured out what was going on, I would've killed you all."
"You know what, Chloe? Who cares what you're made of or where you came from. You're a part of this family, and we'll do anything to protect you, even if it means from yourself." Sam stood up and turned away from her for a moment to gather his thoughts. "Just because you got the short straw for possession doesn't make you an evil person. It just makes you vulnerable. And that means Dean and I need to find something that will protect you." He turned and looked down at her hands. "Especially since it seems you lost the ring Dean gave you specifically to ward off possession."
A flicker of confusion passed over her face and she looked down at her hand blankly for a moment. Then she shuddered involuntarily.
Sam frowned. "You don't know where it is?"
"No," she whispered. "I don't...I don't remember losing it."
"Damn, I wonder if all the stress of the body swap and Lex's death..." His voice trailed off, lost in thought. Where would it have slipped off her finger?
Her face paled at the mention of Lex's death.
Dammit, Dean, get your ass here, Sam shot out towards his brother and took a step towards Chloe. "God, I'm sorry, Chloe." Clearly, she hadn't dealt with anything, which worried him to no end.
She nodded quickly, not looking up at him as hot tears stung her eyes. She fought to hold them back.
Sam opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Sarah's approach. "Okay, Oliver and company are on it," she said and glanced at Chloe's ashen face. She frowned heavily and looked at Sam but said nothing.
Sam caught a flash of movement behind Chloe and pushed both women behind him, just in time to see Dean stride through the door, eyes dark with intent and emotion.
Dean let the door slam shut but stood just inside the bar, knuckles white from his tight-fisted drive. The helmet he'd pushed off his head cluttered to the door when he caught a flash of blonde behind his brother's body. "What, you afraid I'm going to jump her here and now, Sammy?" he asked with a smirk.
Chloe's body grew completely still at the sound of his voice, the breath catching in her throat. Her heart thudded heavily against her chest.
Dean took in a deep breath and walked into the room, his lungs struggling for air as Sam moved aside and he saw Chloe for the first time in a week. She looked like she'd been through hell, but she had never looked better in his eyes. Something about her positively glowed, but maybe it was the sheer relief her felt that she was in one piece, alive and well. The rest he knew he could handle.
Within three strides he had closed the distance between them and caught her up in his arms in a vice-grip lock. A sob threatened to escape from his lips.
She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, her own arms winding tightly around his neck in response, her face buried against his shoulder.
Sarah looked at her husband and grabbed his hand and led him away from the couple towards the back of the bar.
Dean crushed her to him and inhaled the scent from her shampoo, his favorite scent in the world. He felt a shudder run through her and rubbed her back gently with a hand.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice breaking.
He groaned softly. "What for?" He brushed his lips against her hair.
"Everything." A tear trickled down her face.
Dean growled, moving her away, and fervently pressed his lips to hers. His hands delved into her hair as his lips massaged hers.
Chloe kissed him back softly, another tear streaking down her cheek. Her entire body trembled with the effort it took to remain standing.
"Let's get out of here," he said after a moment, having sensed her weakened state. He fought the intense urge to sweep her into his arms and carry her outside.
"Where?" she whispered wearily.
"Out of here. We need to talk." Dean took her hand and headed for the door. "Sammy, Sarah, we'll be back!"
Sam and Sarah looked at each and then at the retreating figures. They both hoped everything would be alright in the morning.
