Devil's Backbone
He's good and he's bad and he's all that I've got
I’m a dumbass, I think to myself as I get in my Charger. I throw my bag in the back seat and push off the gas station food from my map. The map is littered with random cities, all going along with sightings of demons or occult-like happenings. Since meeting the Winchester brothers this is what my life has become; chasing monsters, sleeping in my car and eating horrible food.
It’s been months since hearing from Sam and it’s also been months since Dean’s death. It’s been four months since I watched a hellhound tear him apart. After watching him die, I ran. I’ve ignored calls from Sam and from Bobby. For months, they were radio silent; til now. I get a text from Bobby, telling me to get my ass to his house ASAP. In the years I’ve known him, he’s never sent me a text message like that. So I’m thinking it’s important and that’s the only reason why I’m coming out of hiding.
As I pull up to Bobby’s house, I have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. Something wasn’t right with this visit, I can already tell even without having to hear it from Bobby. Quietly walking into the house, I hear Bobby talking to someone. I really couldn’t hear what they’re saying but I know it’s about me and Sam; that much I can hear. Walking into the room, I drop my bag onto the floor; earning the attention of the two men. My jaw drops when the brown-haired man talking to Bobby looks at me. Same green eyes and the same freckles; same goofy uneasy smile too. Without thinking, I walk over to him and instead of kissing him and telling him how much I missed him; I ball up my right hand into the fist and cock back my arm and delivery a punch to the jaw he well deserves. Demon or not; I needed to do this. I wait for his eyes to turn black and when they don’t, the tension in my back melts away as I listen to him curse me out,
“Sadie, what the hell!?” He questions, “Fuck, I shouldn’t have taught you how to fight. I didn’t think I’d ever be on the receiving end of one of your punches.”
“But the question is, how the hell did you know he wasn’t a demon?” The elder hunter quizzes me.
“I didn’t.” I truthfully respond. “But I knew if he came to you, you would have done the holy water test anyway.” Bobby just chuckles before pulling me into a hug. “Is this the reason why I had to get my ass over here ASAP?”
“I figured you’d want to know.” He shrugs. “Plus you’re the only person I know that knows every Holy text better than most religious people.”
“And why do you need me?”
“I was dead for four months, Sadie,” Dean starts, “and here I am bullshitting with you. You can’t tell me that isn’t a tad bit fishy to you.”
“You think the Bible or whatever Holy text will have an answer for that?” I question him. “Think this is part of a bigger picture?”
“It can explain all the weird shit happening around the country,” Bobby suggests.
“Does Sammy know you’re back?” I question him.
“How is Sammy anyway?” Dean questions. “I thought he’d be the first one you’d contact, not Sadie.”
“I lost contact with him months ago,” Bobby replies. “He stopped answering my calls.” Dean turns to me, waiting for my answer.
“I lost contact with him too,” I admit. “It’s been four months since I’ve talked to him but only two months since I’ve seen him. Our paths crossed one time. I was in Texas, I think, working on a case. I even forget what it was about. But I saw Sammy with a girl. He was different. I wanted to go up to him. I really did. I wanted to pull him into a hug and we’d have a cry or reminisce about all the shit we used to do with you. But when I got up the courage to talk to him, he was gone. I looked in every hotel in the area. He vanished. I’m not even sure if it was real or just my heart playing tricks on me.”
“So both of you are telling me you have no idea where Sam is?” He sounds pissed, naturally.
“Track his phone.” I tell him. “Because he’s not going to answer any of our calls. It was like when you died, so did we. But before you start on your whole crusade to find out why you’re top side, find him. He deserves to know…”
It’s been months since hearing from Sam and it’s also been months since Dean’s death. It’s been four months since I watched a hellhound tear him apart. After watching him die, I ran. I’ve ignored calls from Sam and from Bobby. For months, they were radio silent; til now. I get a text from Bobby, telling me to get my ass to his house ASAP. In the years I’ve known him, he’s never sent me a text message like that. So I’m thinking it’s important and that’s the only reason why I’m coming out of hiding.
As I pull up to Bobby’s house, I have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. Something wasn’t right with this visit, I can already tell even without having to hear it from Bobby. Quietly walking into the house, I hear Bobby talking to someone. I really couldn’t hear what they’re saying but I know it’s about me and Sam; that much I can hear. Walking into the room, I drop my bag onto the floor; earning the attention of the two men. My jaw drops when the brown-haired man talking to Bobby looks at me. Same green eyes and the same freckles; same goofy uneasy smile too. Without thinking, I walk over to him and instead of kissing him and telling him how much I missed him; I ball up my right hand into the fist and cock back my arm and delivery a punch to the jaw he well deserves. Demon or not; I needed to do this. I wait for his eyes to turn black and when they don’t, the tension in my back melts away as I listen to him curse me out,
“Sadie, what the hell!?” He questions, “Fuck, I shouldn’t have taught you how to fight. I didn’t think I’d ever be on the receiving end of one of your punches.”
“But the question is, how the hell did you know he wasn’t a demon?” The elder hunter quizzes me.
“I didn’t.” I truthfully respond. “But I knew if he came to you, you would have done the holy water test anyway.” Bobby just chuckles before pulling me into a hug. “Is this the reason why I had to get my ass over here ASAP?”
“I figured you’d want to know.” He shrugs. “Plus you’re the only person I know that knows every Holy text better than most religious people.”
“And why do you need me?”
“I was dead for four months, Sadie,” Dean starts, “and here I am bullshitting with you. You can’t tell me that isn’t a tad bit fishy to you.”
“You think the Bible or whatever Holy text will have an answer for that?” I question him. “Think this is part of a bigger picture?”
“It can explain all the weird shit happening around the country,” Bobby suggests.
“Does Sammy know you’re back?” I question him.
“How is Sammy anyway?” Dean questions. “I thought he’d be the first one you’d contact, not Sadie.”
“I lost contact with him months ago,” Bobby replies. “He stopped answering my calls.” Dean turns to me, waiting for my answer.
“I lost contact with him too,” I admit. “It’s been four months since I’ve talked to him but only two months since I’ve seen him. Our paths crossed one time. I was in Texas, I think, working on a case. I even forget what it was about. But I saw Sammy with a girl. He was different. I wanted to go up to him. I really did. I wanted to pull him into a hug and we’d have a cry or reminisce about all the shit we used to do with you. But when I got up the courage to talk to him, he was gone. I looked in every hotel in the area. He vanished. I’m not even sure if it was real or just my heart playing tricks on me.”
“So both of you are telling me you have no idea where Sam is?” He sounds pissed, naturally.
“Track his phone.” I tell him. “Because he’s not going to answer any of our calls. It was like when you died, so did we. But before you start on your whole crusade to find out why you’re top side, find him. He deserves to know…”
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