Title: The Past Resurfaces
Summary: Recovering from their last job in Wenatchee, Dean gets a call from New Orleans, where he did a solo job helping a family and their voodoo practicing mother. Companion to The Bandage Cuts Me Deeper.
A/N: Taken directly from The Bandage Cuts Me Deeper. (Characters mentioned in this story are also mentioned in The Ghost of You).
Chapter one; I Cry Your Name
Dean woke up in a hot sweat. His chest heaving, his body trembling, he half climbed half fell out of bed. Sleeping Beauty didn't even stir when Dean's muscular frame fell to the dusty carpeted floor of the motel. Dean groaned as his body ached with a dull pain, much like it would after a day of aerobic exercise, but it had been a week since the brothers had done anything but research.
He struggled to his feet and staggered into the bathroom. He didn't even turn on the light, instead turned on the shower and peeled off his sticky clothes. He stepped into the cold shower and let the steady stream of ice cool him down. As the water pounded against his forehead he breathed deeply, trying to calm himself. Something was wrong. Dean Winchester didn't panic for no reason. Something was wrong. Very wrong.
"Dean." Sam yelled groggily and pounded on the door. "Dean, are you okay?" Dean pulled back from the cold stream and wiped the water from his face.
"Yeah Sam, I'm fine!" Dean answered. "Just go back to bed!" Dean yelled. He waited for a moment, sensing that Sam was still standing outside the door. Dean turned off the shower and stepped out to open the door a crack. He stuck his face out and looked at Sam, dressed sloppily in yesterday's tee-shirt and his boxers. His hair was flat against his head on one side, and sticking straight up on another. "You want to watch?" Dean growled impatiently. Sam shook his head and shuffled his feet back to bed. Dean listened to hear the telltale sound of groaning bed springs before he shut the door again.
The shower didn't look so friendly anymore. Dean turned off the water and grabbed a towel. As he held out his arms to dry them off, his ring caught a reflection of light and twinkled for a brief second.
"Janie…" Dean breathed heavily. Dean blinked as his eyes began to sting. He rubbed away the sensation and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He still hated what he saw, but not so much as to bust his knuckles on the glass again. That hadn't been one of his smartest moments. "You don't cry over girls." Dean whispered to himself. "Girls cry over you." He assured himself. He could tell himself that all day.
He almost believes himself.
"Dean, your phone." Sam groaned as the cell phone vibrated against the thick wood of the nightstand. "Dean." Sam repeated. Again, there was no answer. Sam blindly grabbed for the phone and succeeded in knocking it to the floor. He sighed and sat up. The bed next to him was empty. "Dean?" Sam asked loudly. No answer. Sam leaned off the bed and grabbed the phone. The name that flashed across the front LCD was "restricted".
His throat became Sahara dry. Maybe it was their father again. Maybe he had found the thing in Sacramento. Maybe he was asking for their help. Maybe Sam was going to get to apologize. To get his revenge. Sam answered.
"Hello?" He asked, his voice basically trembling with anticipation.
"Dean?" It was a girl's voice. A sweet voice that almost reminded him of Marie, but not nearly as innocent. That voice had some sass to it. "God, took you freaking long enough to answer your phone. What were you doing? Pleasuring yourself? You're a sad man." Sam cleared his throat. "Oh, don't tell me you don't recognize my voice…"
"It's Eve, thanks, I love you too." She laughed. "So, how have you been?" Sam looked around the room… he knew he shouldn't, but he didn't exactly tell her it was Dean. He just didn't bother to correct her.
"Okay." Sam explained. There was a pause.
"You sound different, are you sick?" She asked, concern in her sassy voice. It sounded out of place in that voice full of disrespectful attitude.
"It's five o'clock in the morning Eve, you woke me up." That was pretty Dean. Sam smiled, he knew his brother pretty well. Eve made a clicking sound with her tongue.
"Well excuse me." She said in a high voice. She paused for a moment and took a deep breath. "Okay, there is a serious reason for me calling you out of the blue like this." She explained.
"It's my sister…" She whispered. "I know you two haven't talked much… and I know you got her letter…" Sam looked around the room. He was certain Dean was going to burst in any moment… who knew what would happen to Sam then. He'd probably be one of the many missing people on the news tomorrow.
"But she never stopped loving you Dean, and I know you… you don't let go of the people you love." She stopped again. "You there?"
"What's wrong?" Sam asked, pushing her to finish the story. It was kind of like coming into a novel series at the fifth book and being almost completely lost. Sam was on novel five and she was talking about two and three.
"She's sick, Dean. And you know her… she didn't want anyone to know. I only know because she collapsed at dinner last weekend. She refuses to get help and now she's gone off and locked herself in her room…" She snorted. "She's as stubborn as hell… but I think… I know, she'd come out for you. Maybe, maybe you can talk her into getting help. Dean's she's going to die. The doctors said they could give her another year or more… Dino, please? I need my sister." If the moment hadn't been so dreary Sam might have laughed… looked like he wasn't the only one with a nickname anymore. Sam sighed, suddenly feeling extremely wrong for even having this conversation, and also a little sad. Dean had this entire life Sam had no idea about.
Now he knew how Dean felt.
"Let me talk to my brother, but I'm sure we'll be there in a few days. Don't worry." Sam whispered.
"Thanks… We've really missed you." She added. "See you in a while."
"Bye." Sam shut the phone and dropped it on the bed and put his head in his hands. Sam was never the kid who listened in on phone calls, but of course the one time…
The door opened and Dean walked in with a cup of coffee. Sam looked at him from the bed and watched him walk to the kitchen. Dean didn't even acknowledge his presence.
"Are you okay?" Sam asked worriedly. Dean nodded and drank from the coffee, still not looking at him. Sam sighed. "Where did you go… Dino?" Sam said softly. Dean dropped the coffee. There was a moment of painful silence before Dean turned around, his face red.
"What the hell did you just call me?" Dean asked, his voice startlingly calm. It was the calm before the storm, before Hurricane Dean struck and ripped Sammy to bits. Sam picked up the phone.
"Who is Eve, Dean?" Sam asked, holding the phone out in Dean's general direction. Dean walked towards the phone, but Sam pulled it back. "Who is she?"
"No one! Sam give me my phone!" Dean ordered. Sam handed Dean his phone and he quickly checked his recent calls. "Did she call?" Dean asked quietly. Sam nodded, just once. Dean swallowed and sat down before his knees gave out. He took a deep breath.
"What… di… what for?" Dean asked, his voice wavered slightly. Sam raised his eyebrows and looked at the carpet. He took a deep breath.
"Apparently her sister is sick." Sam didn't miss Dean's sharp intake of breath, but he decided not to point it out. "Who is she?"
"You know that job… the one I did without Dad in New Orleans?" Dean asked. Sam nodded. "Well she was it… her Mom was into Voodoo, but her sister," Dean paused, Sam wasn't sure if he was smiling… or if he had gas or something. "Well, she was a perk."
"Don't be an ass Dean, you loved her, didn't you?" Sam asked. Dean looked at him. "Don't pretend Dean, be honest for once, why don't you?"
"I don't know if I loved, but I cared about her." He sighed. Sam stood up.
"Well we're going to New Orleans then." Sam insisted. Dean frowned. "Don't act like you don't want to go."
Dean wanted to say something, but he couldn't exactly think over the loud Blue Oyster Cult booming in the car. It was some weird music, but it pretty much went along with their lives. He looked over at Sam who was staring out the front window, his head pressed against the cool window. Dean turned the knob and actually turned the music down.
"So, um… thanks." Dean said in a gruff voice. Sam smiled slightly and nodded. He shrugged the shoulder not pressed against the Impala door.
"Hey, you'd do the same for me." Sam said quietly. Dean nodded. "Besides, I figure I owe you… after, everything… you know." Dean did know. His chest was still a scarred up from all that knowledge.
"We're even now though." Dean insisted. Sam smiled and nodded, but Dean heard him whisper.
"Not even close."
"This is it?" Sam asked as Dean stopped the car. Dean nodded and looked at the little yellow house. "Well…"
"Give me a minute." Dean snapped. He took a deep breath and gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles. The front door opened and Dean sunk down in his seat. He looked over at Sam and pushed his head down. "Get down." Dean hissed. Sam watched as a young black woman with her hair tied up in a knot on the top of her head, skinny dark jeans and a white tank top walked out of the house, a little child in her arms. It was a little girl in a pink dress and her curly hair in pigtails. The woman set her child down and watched her run around on the lawn. It took her a moment, but she finally saw the Impala. She put her hands on her hips and walked over. Dean groaned and sat up higher.
"Dean, freaking, Winchester!" She screamed when he opened the door. Dean smiled meekly and leaned against the Impala. She ran and threw her arms around him. "How the hell are you?" She asked loudly. "God, you got here fast!" Dean nodded.
"Thank Sammy for that." Dean said and threw a thumb back at Sam who had just stepped out of the car. The woman looked over Dean's shoulder at Sam. She smiled.
"So this is your little brother?" She asked and walked over to him. She looked him up and down. "He's not so little… geesh Dean, you never said he was so handsome." Sam smiled. Dean cleared his throat.
"He's related to me, I didn't know it had to be vocalized." Dean said quietly. Sam had never seen his brother so timid before. "Eve, where is Janie?" Eve sighed and looked at Dean, her hands slipping into her pockets. She was about to answer when something else caught her attention.
"Angela, don't you put that in your mouth!" She yelled and ran towards the little girl who was about to put a handful of fertilized dirt into her mouth. Eve picked her up and hit the dirt out her hand. She put her face close to her look-alike daughter's and shook her head. "No, icky, we no eat dirt." She cooed and set Angela on her hip. She walked back over to Dean and cocked her head towards her hip growth. "Look what I did." She said proudly. Dean smiled and ran a finger down the little girl's cheek. She smiled shyly and buried her head against Eve's neck.
"You and Josh?" Dean asked. Eve nodded. "Where is he?" Eve smiled slightly and kissed Angela's cheek. "Oh Eve, I'm sorry." She shrugged.
"Hey, being a soldier like his father was his dream. I'm proud that he did it… I just miss him everyday. He writes, but it's not the same. Angie misses her Daddy." Eve explained. Sam was looking around the neighborhood. Eve noticed his wandering eyes. "Yeah, we were lucky too. You should see the damage Katrina did to our uncle's house." Sam looked at her. "Okay skinny boys, come inside and eat something." Sam smiled, but Dean grabbed her arm.
"Where is she?" He whispered. Eve looked at his hand until he pulled it back. "Eve, please?" Eve sighed heavily and bounced Angela on her hip.
"The motel, in that same room… please just don't tell her I called you." She whispered. Dean nodded and then looked at Sam.
"Stay here?" Dean asked. Sam looked at him. "Sammy…"
"Fine, fine." Sam grabbed his bag from the backseat. "Call me if anything happens." Eve laughed.
"Oh trust me, if Janie wants to kill him he won't have time to get his cell phone out. But if she wants to do what I think she wants to do, Dean definitely won't be calling you." She chuckled. "Come inside and I'll show off my excellent culinary abilities." Dean rolled down his window.
"Sammy, lots of ketchup." He advised before driving off.
His hand lingered above the door. He wanted to knock, but something stopped him. He was about to turn away.
"Dean?" Someone asked softly. Dean turned and someone gasped. Dean closed his eyes as he heard glass shatter and paper crinkle. He looked down and saw a mess of dropped grocery bags on the ground. Dean immediately dropped down to pick them up.
"I'm sorry… I didn't mean to startle you… I just wanted to…" He felt a hand slide under his chin and tilt his face upward.
"Dean…" She whispered. It's like a magnet and Dean's lips were pulled to hers. They stood, still kissing and he lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. He stepped on the half broken carton of eggs and smooshed the bread and the bananas, but hell, neither of them are hungry… at least not for food. He struggled with the doorknob and then set her down and almost kicked the door open, but she put a frail, shaking hand on his chest. "What… what are you doing here?" And the moment broke with the eggs. Dean shoved his hands into his pocket.
"I came to see you." He said softly, looking at the ground, rocking back and forth. She smiled and bit her lower lip. "I wouldn't be smiling, I know you're sick." She wasn't smiling anymore. "Why the hell didn't you tell me, Janie? I would have run back here…"
"I know you would have Dean." She said absently as she unlocked her room and left the door open so he could come in. "But I didn't want you to." She explained. "You got my letter, didn't you?" He nodded.
"I did. I think it's a load of lies though. You still love me."
"I hate that about you, Dean."
"What, that I'm always right?"
"No, that you're so damn cocky. It's not becoming." She said angrily and took off her jacket. She was skin and bones. Dean shut the door and walked towards her, when he got too close she took a step back. "Don't. Don't come back here and act like everything can be fine between us again." She whispered, boring holes in the ground with her eyes.
"Fine, I won't. But I want to get you some help." Dean explained. Janie shook her head, tears spilling out of her eyes.
"Dean, please just leave." She begged. Dean stepped towards her and she took another step back. "Dean… please? I'm begging you, just leave." Dean froze. That wasn't a broken girl's plead to save her sanity… it was a lover's plea to save the object of her affection. "Get out… before it's too late." She whispered.
"Janie, what's going on…?" Janie closed her eyes and Dean turned. As he did so he got the butt of a gun to the face. He fell hard and before his senses deserted him he saw a thin woman in a billowy dress and long dreadlocks leaning over him.
"So, do you pretend to be your brother a lot?" Eve asked as she sat down across the table from Sam. He almost choked on the incredibly dry turkey sandwich. He looked at her.
"Wh… what are you talking about?" Sam asked, his innocence highly credible. Eve smiled.
"Oh, don't worry. I'm not mad and I won't tell Dean." She explained. "But please, I haven't known Dean for more than a year, but I know him enough to know he would never forget my, or my sister's name." She explained and pushed him a tall frosty beer. "Thanks for getting him to come here." She whispered and stood up. She looked out the window and as she sighed, a shiver ran up Sam's spine.
Eve turned to him, tears in her eyes. "I'm just so sorry that you'll have to leave alone." Suddenly it felt as if Sam's throat was closing. The world tipped to the left and then suddenly to the right. Sam lost his balance and slid off the table. He landed on the floor.
He watched from the freshly scrubbed—he could tell because it smelled strongly of lemon—floor as a pair of blue flip flops came closer, the toes were a blur of bright pink. Eve squatted down in front of him, waving a small blue vial in his face.
"Sorry Sammy, but I can't lose my sister." She whispered and set the bottle down in front of his face.
But before Sam could read it and know if he was ever going to wake up again, he fell off the world.
"God, maybe I shouldn't have fed you." Eve grunted as she slipped her hands under Sam's armpits and lifted his deadweight partially off the floor. She sighed and dropped him. "Josh!" She yelled.
Josh came around the corner with Angela in his arms. She smiled at him and then looked distastefully at Sam. "Boo?" She asked and stuck out her bottom lip. Josh handed Angela to her mother and lifted Sam up and threw the taller, older, boy over his shoulder. Eve pressed her nose against Angela's face.
"What wrong?" Angela asked, pointing to Sam. Eve looked at Sam and then smiled at Angela.
"He's sleeping, baby." She explained. "Just a little nap." She gasped theatrically. "Which reminds me, it's someone else's N-A-P time." She explained. Josh also gasped theatrically. "Let's see who can fall asleep first! Okay?" She asked. Angela nodded. "I'll put you in your crib and you have to fall asleep really fast!" She nodded again. "Okay, go." Eve took off down the hall, Angela giggling in her arms.
Josh smiled to himself and carried Sam to the door and waited for his girlfriend. Eve came around the corner, her smile gone. She shook her head. "I hate doing this… Dean has done so much for us." She whispered. Josh sighed and laid Sam's body down gently. He walked to Eve and ran his hand down her cheek.
"Hey, I know… He saved me to, he brought us back together." He wrapped his arms around her. "But you have to ask yourself, who means more to you?" Eve sighed. "We can still stop this. All we have to do is wake," He looked at Sam "him up. And he'll help us stop her." Eve shook her head.
"She'd kill you." Eve whispered and kissed him softly. "I couldn't deal with that." Josh sighed heavily. "What?" He looked at her and kissed her forehead. He forced a smile.
"I just… I just can't promise I won't do something stupid." Josh whispered. Eve smiled back.
"Yeah well, neither can I." She pulled away. "Now, pick up that boy and carry him to the car. We have to get him far away from here."