Episode: Season 8 - Blood Brother Pt. 1

"Come on, Yazzy, time for bed, angel." I cooed softly to my little girl as I lied her down in the next room.

Her tiny eyes fluttered shut a few minutes later and I sighed in relief as I made my way back to the front room. But upon entering, I noticed Sam was the only one there.

"Where's Dean?" I asked him, frowning slightly.

He nodded his head towards the window as he walked over to it, with me following close behind to gaze out after him.

"He left," he said tightly.

"What?! Why?!" I exclaimed, eyes widening in surprise.

"He said he had his "own personal, grown-up stuff" to take care of," Sam replied through gritted teeth before shaking his head, "It's probably nothing,"

But I could see the suspicion lurking behind those hazel eyes of his, telling me he really didn't believe that himself.

A frustrated noise escaped my throat as I raked a hand through my hair savagely, "And just what are we expected to do in the meantime?"

Sam shot me a sympathetic look but only shrugged in response, "Find Kevin, find the tablet."

Nodding, I sighed, knowing he was right. Ever since Kevin had given us the slip, we'd been on a quest to find him with no luck - for the past three days. Sam sat down in the worn chair at the table then, flicking open his laptop while I headed towards the quaint bathroom across from the beds. Twisting the knob on the faucet, water shot out of the tiny metal holes and I swept my hands under it before splashing the cool, clear liquid on my face. I sighed to myself as I let the droplets roll down my skin, eyes fluttering closed as I lost myself in memories.

The plastic handles of the grocery bags cut into my skin as I hauled them out of the old jalopy. I'd bought it with my own money this time around - no longer using fake credit cards to get what I wanted. Admittedly, it felt good - to earn it instead of it just being handed to me. Or stolen by my own sticky fingers. Besides, I had needed something to get my mind off of Deans' death. I frowned then at the dark turn my thoughts had taken and shook away the feeling of despair that threatened to wash over me with the remembrance of it.

After fumbling with the keys to open the door to the small apartment I'd been living in, the Texas sun beating down on me, I kicked the door open with the toe of my combat boot. A noise of surprise emitted from my throat as soon as I stepped inside, though, and the bags dropped from my hands to the tiled floor.

"Hey, Parker," a familiar voice greeted me and my eyes locked on the tall figure of Sam Winchester standing in my kitchen.

"What in the world-... Sam, what-what are you doing here?!" I asked in shock, disbelief radiating in my voice.

"I-I'm fixing your sink," he said simply, smiling sheepishly as he gestured to the counter.

My eyebrows hit my hairline in surprise. I hadn't seen Sam in the past two months since Dean had been gone. So to say this was a bit of a shock would be an understatement. We'd both been finding our own ways to deal with his loss but in the process, we'd gone our separate ways. Until today, that is.

"Besides...I missed you, Park," he admitted quietly, strands of brown hair falling loosely in his face as he shrugged.

Slowly, a small smile split my face and being careful of my now slightly-visible baby bump, I threw myself into the waiting arms of my best friend, breathing in the familiar scent of old books and alcohol that clung to his plaid shirt. My eyes closed shut as his arms encircled me tightly, feeling at home for the first time in a long time.

"I missed you, too, Sammy."

I was shaken from my reverie by the sound of Sam's voice in an apparent heated conversation. Frowning, I walked back into the main room. He was sitting at this laptop like usual, a cellphone pressed to his ear but he wore a tight, annoyed expression on his face.

"What?! Are you an idiot, Dean?! You know better than to go into a vamp nest alone!" Sam exploded from his end of the phone.

A gasp escaped my lips and Sam turned to me briefly before continuing, "What guy? Garth?"

A pause.

"A friend? Dean, you don't have any! All your friends are dead!"

I sent Sam a sharp look at that but he ignored it.

"I get the separate lives thing but this is a hunting thing and we need to find that-"

Another pause and a brief glance down at his phone.

"Yeah, I got it. Look, I'm on my way. And listen, if you handle it - great. I'll buy your friend the first round. But Dean, listen to me... Dean? Dean, are you there?... Dean? Dean! Are you kidding me?!"

With those last words, Sam flung the phone across the room, cussing loudly. I flinched when the cellphone made contact with the wall, making a sharp crack ring out in the otherwise empty room. Frustratedly, he ran his hands over his face be fore meeting my worried gaze. He was silent for a moment, thinking, before finally, he spoke the words I'd been dreading.

"Get Yasmin. We gotta get to Washington. Dean's in trouble."