The Way

Shut Up and Let Me Go

"Sam!" Erin yelled, walking into their motel room. "We need to talk before I forget."

Sam walked into their motel room. "We need to talk before I forget."

Sam walked out from the bathroom, water dripping down his bare toned chest.

"And I never thought I'd say this. Ever. But please put a shirt on. I'll never be able to stay focused otherwise."

Sensing the serious tone in Erin's voice he pulled a light grey t-shirt over his head. "Okay what's going on?" He asked.

Erin sat down on the bed, and patted the spot beside her. "We need to discuss what's going to happen if, well, we don't manage to succeed."

"There's no point, Erin, we will find a way." Sam sighed taking a seat next to Erin.

"Ariel brought it up to me. She's worried, Sam. She doesn't want to lose everyone. She thinks we should take some time off, stay with Bobby for a while." Erin put her hand on Sam's knee. "And I think it'd be a good idea. It'll take a long time for all of us to recover, but even more so for you. Take some time for us."

Sam cleared his throat moving slightly away from Erin, her hand falling limply on the bed. "Look, you know I can't do that. If we fail, I'll stop at nothing to find a way to fix this.

"Sam, you'll torture yourself, and you'll torture Ariel, and me. This isn't healthy, please." She begged, turning completely towards Sam. "Please."

He looked at her, and took in her wide blue eyes, shining with unshed tears. "Erin..." He warned softly.

"No Sam, let us take care of you for once." Erin put both of her hands-on Sam's face, feeling his stubble under her fingertips. "Please." She whispered bringing her face closer to his, closing her eyes. She could feel his breath hitting her face gently.

He didn't respond, he just pressed his lips to hers, eyes fluttering shut. He slowly leaned her down until her back was flat against the bed, hands pressed into the mattress on either side of her body holding him up. Erin ran her fingers through Sam's slightly damp hair, letting out a soft moan. Sam traced shapes, on her bare hips, just under her shirt.

Dean pulled up to an old house, covered in warnings, wire, and cameras.

"Wow. Paranoid much?" Ariel asked.

"I'll do the talking, you hush." He got out, Ariel following behind. He walked up the rickety steps, and rang the buzzer. He then impatiently banged on the door.

"What?" And annoyed voice asked through the door.

"Hi, uh, Rufus?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, even if I am, the question is still the same. What?" He responded gruffly.

"Uhm, I'm Dean Winchester, and this is my sister, Ariel." Ariel gave a brief wave towards the camera. "We're friends of Bobby Singer's."

"So?"

"You called him this morning?" Dean looked towards his sister, one eyebrow raised.

"So?"

"Man of many words." Ariel scoffed.

Dean shoved his elbow lightly into Ariel's ribs. "Uh... you told Bobby about a British chick who made contact with you."

"And so?"

"You know where she is?" Ariel pushed forward.

"Yeah." He responded bluntly.

"Great." Ariel rolled her eyes.

"Could you tell me where I could find her?" Dean pushed Ariel back behind him. "What happened to letting me do all the talking?" He whispered harshly.

"No."

"Course not." Dean whispered to Ariel, who rolled her eyes. "Look, Rufus, man-" Dean was cut off by Rufus opening the door.

"Look, let me point something out to you. You are knocking at my door, so don't "look man" me. I'm not your man."

"I'm sorry, sir." Dean mumbled which caused Ariel to snicker lightly.

"Alright, let me tell you a little story. See, once upon a time, Bobby called me, asked me to call him if I got a whiff of this Bela Talbot. I got a whiff, I called. The end."

"Okay, yeah, if you could just tell us where she is, I mean, that'd be great." Dean tried again.

"Dean Winchester, right?" He asked. "Dean, do I look like I'm here to help you?"

"I'm gonna say no?" Dean said sarcastically.

"Then get the hell off of my property." Rufus went to close the door, but Dean used their last-ditch effort.

"Alright, yeah, fair enough. I got one more question for you, though. See, I got this, uh, bottle of scotch. Is this considered good?"

Ariel brought the bottle out from behind her back, which made Rufus smile and invite them in.