Chapter 7 (2)
Sam followed her as Alice got off the bus.
As he stepped down he was greeted by the familiar sight of rows of similar houses lined up against an empty street. Trees lining the pavement, and swaying in the gentle cool breeze that blew by them, the only signs of life.
Sam suddenly realized as he stared at the sight before him; at the daunting task ahead of him.
Alice must have realized once again that something was up because he felt her gentle touch. He stirred from his daze and stared at her.
“Come on,” she said, her hand on his elbow.
He followed her as she started down the street.
She walked down past the houses, her eyes never straying away from the path ahead.
Sam had no idea where she was taking him. His mind told him he should have at least tried to tell her where he wanted to go instead of following her blindly as he did last time. After all, he didn’t have time to waste. There was a chance that they may be out looking for him. But he found himself following her without a word. Because another part of him, a smaller yet stronger part, told him that he had to trust her.
Somewhere along the way she turned towards the driveway of one of the houses.
Sam turned with her and followed her to the front door.
She didn’t stop as she reached the door and opened it.
Sam knew he should by now be used to this, but yet, he still found the fact she managed to open the door without a key troubling. Especially when they walked in and Sam found the house completely empty. There was not a sound or sight anywhere that told Sam anyone was home.
Worse was the feeling Sam got when he realized where he was.
He looked around trying to take in all that he saw before finally turning to Alice. There was nothing in her face that she realized his confusion. But considering he had no doubts his face showed it meant she wasn’t pushing it.
“Do you mind if I get something to change in to?” She asked calmly, and then turned and walked away after he shook his head in reply.
Sam hesitated before he turned and walked up the stairs to his and Jess’ room.
It felt strange being there, remembering that this was his room as a baby, the room that changed their whole lives. But also the room he and Jess slept for however long they’ve been together.
The thought troubled him. He wondered if they had been together longer in this world than he remembered. He remembered what his dad had said about him being asleep.
‘How long had I been here?’
He looked around him but found no calendars or anything else that he could use to judge the date. He searched his jeans but couldn’t find his phones.
Then he remembered what he came here for.
He looked around the room until his eyes fell on the cupboard. He moved towards it and opened it. He paused when he saw Jess’ clothes. It brought a pang to his heart and images that had so far been suppressed by the pleasant mist.
He pushed those feelings down and searched the cupboard. Disturbing the neatly arranged clothes, pulling out draws and scattering their contents about.
It felt like several hours had passed before he finally found what he was looking for.
However, Sam realized that if he had given it some proper thought he would have found it sooner. He regretted the time he wasted searching in places he should have known they would not have concealed it.
He was losing his hunter instincts.
Sam walked out of the study, concealing Ruby’s knife under a new shirt he had changed into. Then he proceeded downstairs.
He had barely reached the living room when the sight before him, made him pause; his breath caught midway.
“Are you ready?” Asked Alice.
However, Sam couldn’t answer just yet. He found himself caught in the sight of Alice in that spaghetti strap dress.
The first thought that came to his mind was where she had managed to find the short white dress. It looked like nothing anything that Jess or Lisa would wear, or he had ever seen wear.
Finally, however, he managed to answer her and the two of them walked out of his house.
It felt wrong being in the Impala without Dean sitting next to him. It brought back painful memories of the times he had driven around trying to find ways to bring back Dean. Times he had spent with Ruby. It reminded him of everything he had done wrong; the chaos and destruction it led to.
He turned towards Alice. She was unnaturally quiet and still. Her eyes were fixed on the road ahead. She was nothing like Ruby and he knew he could trust her. But he also knew that what he was asking her was too much. Maybe she knew it, maybe she regretted talking to him. Yet, he also knew that he needed her. She knew things that he didn’t, and if he was going to find the ‘Johnson’s’ house he was going to need her help.
He felt the knife against his back at the thought of the two demons.
However, the plans he had made didn’t include Alice.
Sam turned towards her, still in that same pose, and knew that there was no way he was going to let her take any more part of all this than she already had.
He parked the Impala several blocks from the house, just as he had done the last time and then walked the rest of the way. He left Alice in the car. She didn’t protest nor ask him anything. She remained in that same silence she had been in since they left the house.
Sam felt a pain in his heart as he left her. She had changed so much since that time he had left her in the elevator. It was as if someone else was occupying her body. Sam felt a distance that he had not even felt from Jess.
He gave Alice one last look before continuing towards the house.
He felt bad for bringing her, now especially, as it turned out he didn’t even need her.
He didn’t make towards the door. Instead, he snuck around the house towards the rear entrance. He kept an eye out towards the windows but each one of them was closed. There was no way for him to get a glimpse of what was happening inside.
At least he knew that they were there. Well, their car was there in any event. It had been parked out in the driveway and it made the house stick out from all the rest. It made Alice’s presence unnecessary, unfortunately. It was almost as if they had left a signpost for him.
Sam reached the rear of the house and waited crouched. Watching from around the wall for anyone to come out.
He was worried he would have to wait long but soon he felt a presence near him.
He turned, but not fast enough. Before he was facing the stranger, he was flying through the air.
Sam hit the ground at the far corner of the house. The soft manicured grass the only thing to catch his fall.
He quickly got to his feet as the demon moved closer to him.
He recognized it immediately. It was the same one that had attacked him before. Its face was contorted into that terrifying mask as before and its eyes were as black.
As the demon neared him he called out.
The demon watched startled by the sight of Sam pulling out the knife. But its expression changed to uncertainty when he noticed that Sam was holding the handle with two fingers. It watched with confusion as Sam quickly threw it away from himself.