Status: Complete! Look for the sequel called Metamorphosis.
The Usual Suspects
Bad Day at Black Rock pt. 1
Stepping out of the car Sarah pulled her fingers through her fading dirty blonde hair and walked past the Impala taking in its beauty and up to the front porch where two men stood. She recognized them as Sam and Dean Winchester though she hadn’t seen the two of them in almost ten years. Almost immediately Dean’s lips turned up in to a smirk, and one eyebrow rose mischievously.
“If you keep looking at my daughter like that Dean I might have to make you useless to Sam for awhile,” Bobby spoke. At this Dean cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck, Sam on the other hand tried playing it off by turning the other way. Sarah knew he was trying to cover up laughter, a smile played on her lips.
“Sarah? Is that you? It’s been what ten years?” Dean choked out.
“Yeah around there, I moved out for a bit, went to college all that nice stuff,” she said smiling.
“What do you boys want anyways,” asked Bobby unlocking the door and letting everyone. Sarah lagging a little behind due to her bags, Sam being the nicer Winchester brother helped her take it in.
“Bobby did you know dad had a storage space up in Buffalo, New York?” Sam asked.
“Of course I did, I never brought it up because you boys never asked, Sarah your room hasn’t changed,” he added. Sarah nodded then started taking her bags to her room; she threw them in a corner, looked at them and sighed. They could be put away at some point; she knew she’d be hunting soon enough. When she went back into the library Dean was just finishing a beer and Sam had just finished speaking with her father.
“Is something wrong?” She asked.
“No,” replied Bobby, “why don’t you boys take Sarah with you she hasn’t been on a decent hunt in years.”
Her eyes widened as Dean walked over to her and put an arm around her shoulder, “we’d be honored to take our old friend with us.” He spoke smirking; Bobby glared at him as he slowly pulled away from Sarah.
“No funny business Dean she can kick your ass before you knew what hit you,” Bobby fumed.
“No worries Bobby,” Sam added, “it’ll be nice catching up while figuring this out.”
With that Sarah went back to her room grabbed a couple of bags full of clean clothes, her toiletries and other necessities then they were off to New York.
“So,” Dean spoke breaking the ice, “what do you think of my baby?”
“The Impala is nice, I used to beg dad to get me one, I eventually got over it when he fixed a car up for me,” she shrugged after throwing her bag in the trunk. “Hidden compartments, nice.”
“Got to keep our weapons hidden somehow,” Sam smiled. She then hopped in the back seat behind the driver’s seat, Dean hopped in, looked and the mirror and smiled.
“Well at least the view will be nice whenever I look back.”
At this Sam shook his head; Sarah on the other hand rolled her eyes and then stared out the window. Pulling out she saw her father standing on the porch, she smiled one more smile and waved goodbye to him. Four days of driving, only stopping to eat, fill up and for pit stops they made it to Buffalo.
“Finally,” Sarah said stepping out of the car and stretching, “I’ve been cooped up for too long.”
“Come on,” said Dean, “you had my handsome face to look at the entire time.”
“Sorry Dean,” she retorted walking towards the storage compartment with the boys, “I preferred Sam’s face to look at over yours.”
She then messed up his hair as she went forward; she looked back at Dean whose face donned a surprised look as he looked from her to Sarah. Sam pushed his chest forward and walked up next to her, smiled and got out his lock pick. At that moment he picked it open and slowly opened the door, on the floor were two bodies over a symbol.
“Well,” Sam said, “dad was prepared for anyone who broke in.”
Dean shook his head, “that he was, let’s look around, Sarah you’re coming with me.”
“Fine,” she replied, this was not the place to start an argument.
Walking along with Dean she couldn’t help but notice he looked like a kid in a candy store. She smiled; knowing a lot of this stuff brought back a lot of memories for him. He then walked over to a gun and picked it up, smiling, “oh wow! It’s my first sawed-off. I made it myself. Sixth grade.”
Dean then picked up a trophy, “1995.”
“No way!” Spoke Sam, “that’s my division championship soccer trophy. I can’t believe he kept this.”
“Probably the closest you got to being a boy,” Dean replied before walking ahead. Sarah glared at the back of his skull, and then proceeded to follow him and Sam. They then appeared in front of a row of boxes; Sarah recognized some of them from a few books she read at college.
“One’s missing,” Sam spoke, “looks like someone got passed the gun.”
“Yeah, the only problem is finding them now,” Dean added.
“Time to use the womanly charm and get in to watch the security tapes,” Sarah said smiling to them, the boys nodded. After viewing the tapes and finding out where the robbers lived they headed off.
“If you keep looking at my daughter like that Dean I might have to make you useless to Sam for awhile,” Bobby spoke. At this Dean cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck, Sam on the other hand tried playing it off by turning the other way. Sarah knew he was trying to cover up laughter, a smile played on her lips.
“Sarah? Is that you? It’s been what ten years?” Dean choked out.
“Yeah around there, I moved out for a bit, went to college all that nice stuff,” she said smiling.
“What do you boys want anyways,” asked Bobby unlocking the door and letting everyone. Sarah lagging a little behind due to her bags, Sam being the nicer Winchester brother helped her take it in.
“Bobby did you know dad had a storage space up in Buffalo, New York?” Sam asked.
“Of course I did, I never brought it up because you boys never asked, Sarah your room hasn’t changed,” he added. Sarah nodded then started taking her bags to her room; she threw them in a corner, looked at them and sighed. They could be put away at some point; she knew she’d be hunting soon enough. When she went back into the library Dean was just finishing a beer and Sam had just finished speaking with her father.
“Is something wrong?” She asked.
“No,” replied Bobby, “why don’t you boys take Sarah with you she hasn’t been on a decent hunt in years.”
Her eyes widened as Dean walked over to her and put an arm around her shoulder, “we’d be honored to take our old friend with us.” He spoke smirking; Bobby glared at him as he slowly pulled away from Sarah.
“No funny business Dean she can kick your ass before you knew what hit you,” Bobby fumed.
“No worries Bobby,” Sam added, “it’ll be nice catching up while figuring this out.”
With that Sarah went back to her room grabbed a couple of bags full of clean clothes, her toiletries and other necessities then they were off to New York.
“So,” Dean spoke breaking the ice, “what do you think of my baby?”
“The Impala is nice, I used to beg dad to get me one, I eventually got over it when he fixed a car up for me,” she shrugged after throwing her bag in the trunk. “Hidden compartments, nice.”
“Got to keep our weapons hidden somehow,” Sam smiled. She then hopped in the back seat behind the driver’s seat, Dean hopped in, looked and the mirror and smiled.
“Well at least the view will be nice whenever I look back.”
At this Sam shook his head; Sarah on the other hand rolled her eyes and then stared out the window. Pulling out she saw her father standing on the porch, she smiled one more smile and waved goodbye to him. Four days of driving, only stopping to eat, fill up and for pit stops they made it to Buffalo.
“Finally,” Sarah said stepping out of the car and stretching, “I’ve been cooped up for too long.”
“Come on,” said Dean, “you had my handsome face to look at the entire time.”
“Sorry Dean,” she retorted walking towards the storage compartment with the boys, “I preferred Sam’s face to look at over yours.”
She then messed up his hair as she went forward; she looked back at Dean whose face donned a surprised look as he looked from her to Sarah. Sam pushed his chest forward and walked up next to her, smiled and got out his lock pick. At that moment he picked it open and slowly opened the door, on the floor were two bodies over a symbol.
“Well,” Sam said, “dad was prepared for anyone who broke in.”
Dean shook his head, “that he was, let’s look around, Sarah you’re coming with me.”
“Fine,” she replied, this was not the place to start an argument.
Walking along with Dean she couldn’t help but notice he looked like a kid in a candy store. She smiled; knowing a lot of this stuff brought back a lot of memories for him. He then walked over to a gun and picked it up, smiling, “oh wow! It’s my first sawed-off. I made it myself. Sixth grade.”
Dean then picked up a trophy, “1995.”
“No way!” Spoke Sam, “that’s my division championship soccer trophy. I can’t believe he kept this.”
“Probably the closest you got to being a boy,” Dean replied before walking ahead. Sarah glared at the back of his skull, and then proceeded to follow him and Sam. They then appeared in front of a row of boxes; Sarah recognized some of them from a few books she read at college.
“One’s missing,” Sam spoke, “looks like someone got passed the gun.”
“Yeah, the only problem is finding them now,” Dean added.
“Time to use the womanly charm and get in to watch the security tapes,” Sarah said smiling to them, the boys nodded. After viewing the tapes and finding out where the robbers lived they headed off.