Time Is on Our Side

A hand swiped across the mirror and swept away the condensation. The face that peered back at him, was one full of sadness, anger, regret and guilt. Green eyes shifted to the side of the mirror where he could see the half-open door and his bed. A pair of bare tanned legs were in sight and he felt the stir in his soul. What the hell had he done?

When he head left that girl lying near the tree, he was certain Savannah had perished. That is until his father got word of her coming out of a six month coma, they rushed to Oklahoma. As he thought back to that time, it dawned on him. He could remember.

He grabbed a white towel off the rack, slung it over his hips and stepped through the door. She was lying on her stomach, the sheets bunched up around her hips. Her dark hair fell to the side, letting Dean see the bare skin. His eyes took in the tattoo of the angel wings, noticing how black they were. He could see shades of purple mixed into the black, and as he looked, he was jolted by a sudden occurrence. He recognized those wings. Who they hell did he just sleep with all afternoon?

His soft, bare feet made no noise as he crossed the living room/bedroom to where his green bag was placed. He had been packing his things, getting ready to leave this crappy town. He had walked out of the door several times, but he only got to the bottom of the steps before he came rushing back into the apartment. He couldn't leave. For some reason, something was keeping him here. Or someone? His heart thudded in his chest as thought to the short, dark haired doctor that had come waltzing into his room.

He was certain he was dead. Even through his pain filled consciousness, he wondered if this was his heaven. A hot doctor at his very whim?

He needed to wrap his mind around some things, and he knew what helped him through his thoughts. He worked on cars.. Where the hell did he get that from?

He noticed when he drove the Charger that the car shook,and had an odd rattle to it. Grabbing the keys, Dean made his way down to the garage and began the task of thinking.

When he woke that morning, everything came rushing back to him. He and Sam were trying to find a tablet that would help close the gates of hell. When they were on a break at a bar, Dean was attacked by a gang of demons. He got hit pretty hard on the head and when he came to, he was here.

Oklahoma. What the hell is so special about this hick ass town. Dean huffed as he stuffed more clothes into the bag. Then his eyes flicked up to the bed and noticed she was sitting up, looking at him.

He was half-tempted to just drop that bag on the floor, tackle her and fuck her brains out, just like he did earlier. God, was she gorgeous.

Dark hair was tousled around her head, her cheeks were flushed and there was a lusty glint in her blue eyes.

Despite what his “little Dean” was telling him, he stood up from the chair, his eyes still locked on hers. There was so much he wanted to say to her. To thank her for, but he was never good at good byes. He was kidding himself to think this would go any further than just a one night stand.

He slid the straps over his shoulder as he dug into his jeans and took out something metal. He walked over to the bar, placed the key onto the surface and turned his back on her.

Savannah felt her heart crush as he stood up from that chair. He was leaving. She wanted to scream at him to come back, to stay. But she realized, he was a Winchester.

And just like that, with the slam of the door, another Winchester was taken out of her life.

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“Savannah, I didn't know you worked tonight?”

When the deep voice spoke, she jumped out of her skin and her vision came back to the present. She was sitting at the desk, several charts spread out before her waiting for her notes. A radio was on low next to her and a song had come on that reminded her of Sam.

IT had been two weeks since Sam and Dean left Tulsa. She only received a simple text from Sam. I'm sorry, we have to leave. She had struggle through the years not to think of Sam. Then his brother was thrown in her path and she slept with him.

She looked over the top of the desk to see Eza standing behind it, a smile on his face. Something about that smile sent chills along her spine. He was staring at her like she was a piece of meat. “I..uh..took an extra shift.

He smiled and patted the desk. “Well, glad to have you as my wing man tonight.” He looked around the nurses desk to see it was just Savannah. “Where's Janice?”

Savannah shook her head and glanced up at the clock. Janice had did her rounds but that was an hour ago. Prickles erupted along her scalp as she realized her nurse should have been back 2o minutes ago. “R..rounds.”

Ezra moved his arm off the surface and glanced at his watch. “Hmm..that was an hour ago. Shouldn't she be back by now?”

Savannah felt her stomach clench with her fear, feeling something was wrong with Ezra. He never looked at her like that. Like he wanted to pounce on her.

“She probably went for coffee.”

He laughed and slapped the counter with his palm making her jump. “I'll see you around.” He winked at her and slowly walked down the hall, whistling a tune.

She hadn't realized she was holding her breath, until she finally felt her lungs ache with the precious oxygen. Standing up, she pushed back the chair as she struggled to get up. Her legs were shaking so badly, she was afraid they would give out on her.

She carefully made her way down the hallway, looking behind her every couple of steps. Your father was possessed by a demon. As she checked every ICU room for Janice, Sam's words rattled around in her head. She didn't want to admit to anyone, that something was wrong with her father. He was different. HE smelled different, he acted different and he looked at her with that same look Ezra had just given her. Was he possessed? Just like her father was?

Her body froze as she heard a rustling coming from behind her. The sound reminded of the sound her mother's dress used to make as she walked along the house. Before turning around, Savannah closed her eyes and counted to ten. She gave herself ten seconds to feel the fear, then she would shut if off. She learned this when she was just a little girl when spirits first came to her.

She had to count to ten, because she sensed what she was about to see. She needed to prepare herself.

Ten.

When her eyes opened, she let out a strangled sob as one hand flew to her mouth and the other to her stomach. Janice.

Janice stood in front of her, silent, as she looked at Savannah. Fear was in the warm brown eyes and Savannah closed her eyes. But the image was seared into her mind.

A jagged red line was across the caramel colored throat, blood ran down from her neck, collecting in the blue scrubs, darkening it. She opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a gargled. Get out! Her image began to flicker as she reached out a hand towards Savannah. Leeeavve!

Savannah obeyed as she turned to run away from the horror. She should have never turned around. She should have listened to her gut screaming at her to not turn around, now she would never get that image of Janice out of her head. Tears trickled out of her eyes as she thought of poor, sweet Janice.

She had only made it a few steps, when a man materialized in front of her. One second he wasn't there and the next...no...she had be hallucinating.

She skidded along the waxed floor, feeling her feet slip out from underneath her. With a scream, she fell hard onto the floor, the breath stolen from her lungs.

Her sneaker covered feet tried to get some traction on the floor, but they were numb from her fear. The man was coming towards her, his tan trench coat flapped around his ankles.

“Savannah.” His voice was deep and it vibrated into her soul. She had heard that voice before.

“No..” She was sobbing, the tears thick down her cheek.

“You are in danger.” He crouched down in front of her, extending a finger towards her.

Savannah flinched backwards, but his other hand snaked out and grabbed her arm. She screamed, squirming in his grasp, trying to escape.

His finger touched her forehead and she instantly felt the warmth radiate down her spine. She began to scream as she felt a tug along her navel. It almost felt as if there was a line being pulled as she stumbled forward.

Music blared around her as she felt the sensation lessen. She chanced a peek and when they did, she was now in the back seat of a car, racing along the highway.

When she let out the ear piercing scream,the driver let out a yell.

“Son of a bitch!” The car jerked to the left and then the back end fishtailed to the right as he skidded to a halt. “What the hell?”

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Dean was lost in his thoughts as the black car sped through the night, the engine throaty as it quickly ate up the miles. He had his Baby. He turned to see his brother in the passenger seat, looking out the wind shield.

Since Dean walked into the Roadhouse to see his brother, not a word had been said between them. Sam was trying to work out how he felt about finding out Dean slept with Savannah. IT didn't take a rocket scientist to know something had happened. His brother had that same stupid look he always got when he got laid. Sam wanted to punch that sly smirk off his face.

But did he have a right to be jealous of Dean? Fifteen years had passed between the two of them. Whatever they once had, was gone. Wasn't it?

“There's a town.” Dean looked over at Sam as he pointed to the lights over the horizon. “Wanna stop and get something to eat?”

"Sure."

Dean let out a huff, turning back to the road. “How long is this going to be like this between us?”

Sam scrunched up his face as he shook his head. “Like what?”

“Like this!” Dean growled. 'You all pissed off at me. I said I was sorry. I..I didn't know you still had it up for her.”

“It's fine Dean,” Sam grumbled. He was more angry at himself for being so hurt about this.

“Listen..” He was about to tell Sam that he'd step back and when they got to the diner, that he should at least call Savannah, but that never happened.

Dean was interrupted by a pop and then a loud scream that came from the back seat that had been unoccupied just seconds ago.

“Son of a bitch!” Dean slammed on the brakes, feeling the heavy back end of the car skid to the left. As the car came to a screeching stop, he expertly corrected the car. With his hands tight on the steering wheel, the car stopped and the turned to see Castiel sitting in the back seat.

Next to him, was a dark haired woman that was currently screaming. Before Dean could say anything, he was caught off guard as a fist came towards his face. He uttered a string of curse words as the fist made contact with his nose. His eyes began to water as he grabbed his nose, feeling the stickiness of the blood.

Sam was the first to react when Savannah clawed for the handle. With a sob, she disappeared into the night as she bolted from the seat. His long legs took him through the brush after her.

“Annah!”She screamed as she felt an arm around her waist and lift her body from the ground. She kicked with her legs as the arm tightened around. She was so hysterical it took her a few seconds to realize he was saying her name. “Sssh..Annah.”

Her body went limp as she felt him let go over waist but a second later, they supported her as her knees gave out from her exhaustion. Strong hands slid under her back as she was picked up from the ground. Her eyes struggled to remain open, but she lost that fight.

Sam felt her body go limp, her head tilted back in his arms, her dark hair brushing his leg as he walked back to the Impala. Dean stood near the front of the car, bent over with his hands on his legs and spat out a large clump of blood.

Dean lifted his eyes to see his brother holding Savannah, shocked at the jealousy he felt. Without a word, he opened the back seat for Sam and watched as he gently placed her on the leather.