White… At first all she saw was white. She was afraid it was the room that the angels had tortured her in but then she noticed the beeping sound of the medical equipment next to her bed.
"Ms. Ms. Stay calm. You have to stay calm." A nurse said rushing to Sarah's side.
"Where… am I?" Sarah whispered, her throat sore and dry.
"Sh… take it easy. You are in Sweetwater Medical Center. You have been in a coma."
"How long?" Sarah croaked out.
Sarah stayed in the hospital another week before her strength returned enough for her to leave. She set about trying to find everyone.
Her first stop was to Singer Salvage yard to see Bobby and find out what all happened.
She walked up to the door and knocked, not knowing what to expect. Slowly the door opened to reveal Bobby, standing, no longer confined to his wheelchair.
"Bobby? How…" She asked surprised.
"Sarah? Where have you been?" He asked warily.
"I've been in a coma for the last two months. How are you able to walk?" She asked walking inside.
Bobby handed her a beer and waited for her to take a sip before letting out a sigh of relief and pulling her into a hug.
"Oh girlie, I'm so glad you're alright. I was so worried about you."
"I missed you too, Bobby." She said as she hugged him back. "Now are you going to fill me in? The last thing I saw Lucifer was winning but it doesn't seem like this is hell on earth. So what happened?"
Bobby grabbed one of his whiskey bottles and took a swig.
"Bobby, what happened? Where's Sam?"
"That fool did it. He got control of the devil and jumped in the pit." He said taking another swig.
"Oh." She said grabbing the bottle from him and taking a swig herself. "Did Dean say yes to Michael?"
"No. We were able to keep him from doing that but their other brother…"
"Adam?" Sarah asked surprised. "He's dead."
"Zachariah, brought him back and he said yes."
"What happened to…"
"He jumped in the pit with Sam."
"So Sam and Adam are both in the pit?"
"Yep." He answered slowly taking another swig.
"Um… what about… Dean?" she asked slowly. "Last I saw, Lucifer was beating him."
Sarah let out the breath she'd been holding. "Oh, thank God. How is he?"
"How do you think he is? He just lost his brother."
"Where? Where is he?" she asked.
Bobby gave her a look before taking a very big swig of whiskey. "Sarah…"
"What Bobby? Where is he? You and I both know he shouldn't be alone."
He looked down at the table, "He's not alone."
"Is he here?"
"Then is Cas with him?"
"Then who is he with?" She asked getting frustrated that Bobby wasn't answering her question. "Bobby, tell me."
"Lisa. He's with a girl named Lisa and her son…"
"Ben." Sarah finished for him, realizing who he was Dean had turned to. Sarah stood up and started to pace. "Well, I guess that answers that question, doesn't it."
"Well he didn't run to me did he?"
"We couldn't find you! For all we knew you were so deep underground, after the last time you ran away, that you'd never resurface." Bobby yelled, then softened, "I'm happy that you're alright, and he did look for you but he needed… needs someone stable in his life."
"And that's not me." She mumbled. "Is he hunting?"
"No. He's out." Bobby said then smirked, "He's got a job. Construction."
"Oh." Sarah said, tears filling her eyes.
"I guess, I should give him a call. Let him know you're alive."
Bobby reached for his phone but Sarah stopped him, "Don't. He's better off not knowing that I resurfaced." Then added, when she saw his resistance. "Promise me you won't tell him, Bobby. Promise me."
"I won't mess up his chance to get out. To have a family. We all owe it to him, so promise me."
Bobby just shook his head, "Fine," and set the phone back down. "So what are you going to do now?"
Sarah walked toward the door. "I'm gonna find a new life for myself. Maybe this time I can manage to not get pulled back in."
Bobby walked over to her, "Sarah, you don't have to leave. You can stay here if you want."
Sarah pulled Bobby into a hug and said, "Thank you Bobby, for everything you've done for me. I love you." And then she left.
It took her no time at all to track Dean down. She had to see for herself that he was really out of the game. She had to see that he was happy, even though it felt like a dagger through her heart, that he would find happiness without her.
She got to their house and watched Dean through the windows. She saw him sit down to eat dinner with who she figured was Lisa and a young boy. Sarah did have to give it to Dean, Lisa was definitely beautiful.
Sarah stood there for a while and just watched them eat. Laugh. Her heart breaking over and over. She knew that even if she'd stayed with Dean, even if he'd known she was alive, he still wouldn't have settled down with her.
She started to leave when, she saw Dean look out the window, at her. He moved to walk outside and she quickly hid. She saw him walk outside and look around, confused.
"Dean, honey? Everything alright?" Lisa said from the doorway.
Dean looked around again, his shoulders showed how tense he was, but after a moment he shook it off and walked back inside.
Sarah waited for a while after Dean went back inside before she stepped out of her hiding place.
"Goodbye, Dean." She whispered, glancing back one more time.
Several months later…
Sarah walked into her apartment after working a double shift at the bar. She took off her apron and started sorting her mail, when she sensed movement behind her. Quick as a blink, she grabbed her gun from her opened purse and spun around to face the intruder.
Shock showed on her face. She was face to face with Sam Winchester.
"Demon." She said before shooting at him. He moved quicker than she'd ever seen and dodged the bullet then kicked the gun out of her hands.
"Wait. It's not what you think." He said, but she swung at him. He deflected her attacks then pinned her against the wall. "It's me."
"No. Sam went into the pit."
"I did, but somehow I was brought back. And I'll prove it to you." He said backing away from her slowly. He walked over to her purse, pulled out a beat up flask that was full of holy water and drank some. He then walked back over to her and leaned in, trailing his finger down her shocked face. "See, not a demon."
"That still doesn't prove that your Sam. You could be a…"
"A shifter." He finished for her, before trailing his finger down her neck to her the top of her shirt. Her pulse quickening with his movement. He then reached in and pulled out the small knife she had concealed there. He then made a small cut on his arm that he had resting on the wall next to Sarah's head. "There. Not a shifter. Are we good now?" he asked as he tossed the knife to the side.
Sarah sighed in relief and pulled him in for a hug. "Sambo! I thought I'd never see you again!"
He held her tightly before she pulled back and and looked up at him, "How?"
"I don't know. One minute I was in the pit and the next minute I'm lying in a field alone in the rain."
"And you have no idea how or why?"
"Almost a year ago."
"You've been back this whole time?" Sarah asked moving away from him but turned back and asked, "Wait, have you told Dean?"
"No, he's finally happy." Sam said as if that wouldn't hurt Sarah.
"Yeah, well, why are you here?" she asked her mood instantly changing.
"I need some help."
"Sorry. I'm out of the game too."
"Are you sure?" Sam said gesturing to all her weapons, "Because from here it doesn't look that way."
"That is for protection, not hunting. I have a life here. I even have a boyfriend. Who will be here soon, so you should leave."
"Oh good. I'd like to meet him." Sam said taking a seat on her couch.
"No. No you won't. Get up. Now." She commanded, trying to get him to leave.
"What? Think I might scare him off? I might say something, that lets him know who you really are?" Sam asked standing up.
"And who am I really?"
"A hunter." Sam said. Then added when she didn't say anything, "You miss it. I can see it in your eyes."
"No I don't."
"Come on, you don't fit in here. Always looking over your shoulder. Never fully trusting anyone. What are you going to do when your boyfriend want to move in or get married. Are you going to fit in then?" Sam asked then moved closer to Sarah. She started to back away, startled by the look in his eyes. "Or you could join me on the road. Be yourself again. It could be like old times… or we could start something new." Sam finished saying, a mere inch from her face. His breath hot on her skin. He moved in and kissed her.
Shock flooded her system again.
After a moment she regained her wits and pushed him away. "What are you doing?"
"Don't tell me you've never thought about this. About me." He said still very close.
"No. Never. What has gotten into you?" She pushed him away and walked to the door. "Goodbye Sam."