Time Is on Our Side

What you are implying Cas, is just out there.”

Dean stopped his pacing long enough to look at the angel who was standing near the bookshelf, the same spot he had been standing when he dropped the bombshell hours ago.

“I'm sorry Dean, but it is the truth.”

“Fuck the truth Cas.” Dean let out a breath as he slowly walked over to the table, placed his hands on the wooden chair and looked down at the book that was sprawled out in front of him. Of all the times he needed Bobby...his throat constricted at that thought as he stared at the image.

The page was open to a picture of a symbol in Eunochian, which loosely translated to soul mate. From what Cas had told him, he and Savannah had a matching pair. Great, now what? He didn't need this kind of responsibility on his head. He let out a slow breath. “So, what does Sam have to do with all of this?”

“You and Sam are brothers,” Cas pointed at the page that was lying open, “You share a piece of each of your souls because you have both sacrificed for each other so many times.” The angel paused and looked at Dean, then lifted his eyes skyward. “When I read Savannah's soul, I not only found yours attached to it. But I found something else.”

“And that would be?” Dean was beginning to get frustrated with the way Cas explained things.

“I'm afraid Savannah has already conceived.”

Hearing that bombshell was all Dean needed to run. He had a place line up for her, a cabin tucked deep in the woods. It had once belonged to Bobby, so he knew it was the safest place for her to be. With the baby.

Dean paused with his hand on the doorknob as the realization hit him upside the head. There was a very good possibility he was the father of this little person. He would not allow himself to get attached. To either the baby or Savannah.

When he opened that door, everything he wanted to say left him. She was sitting on the bed, her back to him, her head dipped down. Her dark hair was brushed over her right shoulder, letting him see the tattoo of the wings along her spine. Her top half was bare, only the peek of lacy red panties were visible with the towel wrapped around her waist.

She turned her head to look behind her and right at Dean. Her green eyes were shimmering with unshed tears. That's when Dean noticed something was in her hand.

“I guess you know.” She turned her head away from him and looked down at her hands, the object shaking in her hands.

“So, it's true?” Dean walked around the bed to see what she was holding in her hands. A pregnancy test with a huge pink plus sign right in the plastic window.

“Yeah,” She let out a breath and looked at the positive sign, a million emotions running through her. “I”m not really sure how I feel about this. I'm mean...it's not like this is going to make you stay or anything.”

“Savannah...it's for your protection.”

Savannah snorted and tucked a piece of hair behind her ears and shook her head. “Just like you Winchesters to love 'em and leave 'em, huh?”

“You and I both know there was nothing between us Savannah. I mean, did you really think this was going to work out? Huh? With what we do?” He paused, closed his eyes and began to rub his forehead, knowing this was causing her pain. But did he really have any other choice? She was really going to be wanted by both angels and demons. He had to make sure her and his baby would be safe.



“I guess not,” Savannah stood up from the bed and stood up from the bed, sliding the tank top over her body. “Give me an hour to pack.” She turned her back to Dean as she walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. She paused for a second to gather her emotions.

“Savannah...”

“Dean, let's not do this OK? Let's not say words that we know we both don't mean.” She slowly turned her head to see that the was still standing in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. She wasn't sure what was on his face, Dean was so very hard to read. She was very good at telling what emotion someone was feeling, but he had a huge block. She turned her head back to the drawer and slowly began taking out shirts and laid them on the dresser.

She was waiting for him to say something, anything. But instead, all she got was the door as it closed behind him.

She jumped when she felt a pair of arms slid around her waist, locking onto her lower abdomen. She felt a sob catch in her throat as his lips kissed the nape of her neck, sending shivers along her flesh. His hand slipped under the them of her panties, skated over her mound, then slid his fingers along her moist slit.

“Have you been thinking about me?” He whispered into the shell of her ear, then took it between his teeth.

Savannah collapsed in his arms as he teased her, toyed with her, made her moan. This mane was her drug and he could take her to heights she never thought existed before.

Her head her coming, her leg held up his arm, his hand between her legs, his fingers deep inside of her. Her head rested on his chest ass she squeezed her eyes shut and plunged over the abyss. How on earth could she say goodbye to this man?

His lips smacked together as he opened his green eyes. He let out a sigh as he stretched out his left arm to look for her warm, soft body. One eye peeked open as he looked around. The side of her bed is empty, the covers thrown to the side and something white was lying on the blue pillow. They had laid in this bed for two days, making love, holding each other, bothon not sure how to say goodbye.

He rolled onto his back as he brought the paper to his face and slid it open. Something small and shiny fell onto his bare chest. He ran his fingers around the object and noticed it was metal. He squinted as he lifted it to his nose, his sleep fogged brain trying to piece together what he was looking at, then it hit him. More like a smack, but it still got his attention. It was a ring, not just a ring, but hers. The one he had given her two days ago. He was awake now.

He sat up in the bed and fumbled for the letter that had tumbled to the sheets and he opened it up to see a smaller note had been folded up into the crease and he caught it before it hit his chest. He stared at it in disbelief as he read the neat handwriting that was sprawled across the surface.

My Dearest Dean:

I write this as I watch you sleep and can't believe that I found you again. You can't coming looking for me. I am doing this for us Dean. I did something that I”m not proud of and I must find a way to get out of it. I don't know if I'll be back or when...”

“Son of a bitch!” Dean roared as he crumbled the paper in his hands and tossed it across the room. “Sam! Sam!” Dean yanked open the door and strode into the hallway, his face hot with his anger.

She stood near the entrance of the bunker, feeling her heart break into a million pieces.

She heard a rustle behind her and she turned to see the funny angel in the trench coat, the one who saved her over and over again This was the last time she would see him and it saddened her.

“Don't be sad Savannah,” He tilted his head as he placed a finger to her forehead and a warmth radiated through her body. Castiel had insisted on a memory block, but Savannah could not face a life of never have knowing Dean. So, he settled on carving an angel and demon ward against her ribs. It hurt like a son of a bitch and she was about to curse, when he removed his fingers. “Angels and Demons will no longer be able to track you Savannah and I'm afraid that means me as well.”

Savannah nodded and leaned up on her toes and kissed his forehead. “Take care of him Castiel. Watch over him. Please. Promise me.”

“That is a promise I'm not guarantee I can keep Savannah.”

“Try for me Cas, please.” She squeezed his hand and she looked behind his shoulder to see the dusty old junkyard feeling her throat catch in her throat.

A crunch of gravel made her head turn and she noticed the yellow car parked just up the hill. Savannah tore her gaze away from the bunker as she made h way to the waiting cab, the driver had gotten out to place her bags in the trunk.

Savannah looked across the dusty old hood of the car to look at Castiel one more time, but he was gone. Without a second look, Savannah slid into the passenger seat and turned to her brother., Savannah craned her neck one more time as she saw the form of Dean standing outside the bunker.. With a sigh, she turned her head to look at the direction they were going, knowing in her heart this was the right thing to do.

****

“Dean, slow down. What did the note say?”

Dean stopped shoving things haphazardly into his bag long enough to look at Sam. He walked across the room and grabbed several knifes off the dresser. “I told you.”

Sam looked across the room to see the crumpled up piece of paper lying on the floor.

“Dean,” Sam looked up when he heard his brother's hurried steps. “We can't go looking for her.”

“Like hell we can't,” Dean mumbled as he roughly zipped up the army bag. “We've faced them black eyed sons of bitches,” he spat. HE shook his head and went to reach for his bag and let out a frustrated sigh. “God, damn son of a bitch!” Dean roared as he threw the bag onto the floor.

“Dean..”Sam began, but was stopped as he pushed through the doorway. Sam heard the angry footsteps and then the slam of the door. He turned his head to look at the mess and with a sigh, began to clean them up, one less reminder for Dean.

When the front door slammed behind him, Dean leaned up against his car, a case of beer next to him and classic rock playing on the stereo,.

He heard the front door open and he craned his neck over his shoulder to see Sam.

“You OK man?” Sam lifted his hand up to show Dean he had a beer.

“Yeah.” Dean took the beer and placed it to his lips and took a long swallow. “When this shit is over...when we close that gate..I'm going to go looking for her.”

“I know man. And I will help you.” Sam smiled as he tilted his bottle towards Deans where they came together with a clink. Sam put the bottle to his lips and smiled around it before he took a drink. “Jerk.”

Dean chuckled as he shook his head. “Bitch.”