Damn it. I'm clearly lost here, now you updated again, StoryGirl.
Ha, if only I could remember all from before. But well, I'm still curious how it goes on.
Feel free to reread. I know I had fun rereading it when I realized I needed to get back to posting.
LOL! That's the pure fun of not reading a fic for a long time and suddenly finding it again, especially at a different site - it's like reading a new story all over again!
Exactly so. I love it when I come across a story that I've read before, one I know I loved, but can't remember anything else. The joy of discovery can be so much fun in those cases.
Here's a bit more and faster this time. Enjoy.
Chapter Twenty-Eight - If That’s An Apology . . .
Sam frowned as he looked at the spot where Prue had been. It was as if she had vanished in a blink.
“Mommy!”
Chris’ childish cry of delight caught Sam’s attention and he turned to look. To his surprise all four sisters were out in the yard along with a man he had never seen before.
Then, Phoebe was yanking the man’s arm and directing him toward Sam and Dean. She stopped in front of them and glared at the man. “Apologize.”
The man shook his head.
“I know why you did it,” she informed the man, “but you still hurt them. Apologize.”
“What’s going on here?” Dean wanted to know.
Sam kept silent, but he was just as curious.
“Cole has something to say to you,” Phoebe informed them.
“Cole” glared at her. “I don’t regret what I did.”
“Well, I do.”
“You regret that I got you out of there?” Cole demanded to know.
Sam looked at him in surprise. He’d never seen this guy before. What had he to do with getting Phoebe and the others out of that house?
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This is my ex-husband,” Phoebe informed them. “His name is Cole Turner. He has something to say to you.”
“Sure doesn’t look that was to me,” Dean retorted.
“Just let him be,” Sam suggested. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Tell them,” Phoebe ordered Cole, pushing him forward. “Apologize for worrying them, if nothing else, and I’ll let you go.”
“Worrying us?” Sam asked confused.
Phoebe looked at Cole with raised eyebrows, waiting.
Cole sighed as he began to explain. “For several years I was in what’s called the void between life and death. During that time all this happened. I didn’t want to leave Phoebe to die in here, so I found a way to travel between them. Once I did that I tried to figure out how to deal with the demon since Prue wouldn’t kill the host and Phoebe wasn’t getting out until the demon was dead. I found you, Sam.”
“What?” Sam looked at him startled. “What are you talking about? I’ve never seen you before in my life.”
“I don’t care about what most people think about me,” Cole admitted, “but I’m not risking Phoebe, so I figured I couldn’t risk annoying you and you were a little busy at the time dealing with the aftermath of killing some demon named Lilith.”
“What do you know about Lilith?” Dean demanded.
Cole shrugged. “Mostly that she was the same kind of demon as this and that Sam killed her by himself. Unfortunately he also killed her host and that meant he would have killed Christy as well. That would not have gone over well considering how hard Prue had tried to keep her alive. I had to wait or find someone else. Since you were too busy anyway, I decided that if Sam could do that maybe others could. As far as I can find . . . that’s not true, so I went back and made sure that you stopped in San Francisco. I was going to talk to you the next morning despite believing you might well turn me down.”
“But why would we turn you down?” Sam asked, confused.
“I am, or I guess I was, a demon,” Cole informed them.
“Half demon,” Phoebe corrected.
Dean backed up startled. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“What?” Sam asked, staring at him. “Are you crazy?”
Dean flicked a look over at Victor. “Maybe you can convince me that there are good witches, but good demons? No way! Never gonna happen.”
“Victor?” Cole shook his head, amused. “Really? He didn’t even like Leo and Leo’s an angel.”
“Not exactly high ringing endorsement either,” Sam admitted.
“Right,” Cole chuckled at that. “I forgot you had trouble with angels, too.”
“They tried to kill me,” Sam snapped, his voice trailing as he finished with, “because I have demon blood in me.”
Cole looked at him startled. “What?! You’re a demon?” This was not something he had learned.
“No,” Sam informed him quite firmly. “I’m psychically sensitive or some other such bull and a demon bleed into me when I was a baby infusing his blood into me so that I could harness it for his own intentions. That blood is a part of me, so would I have helped you had you asked? I don’t know.” Sam sighed and looked away “The last time I helped a demon, I got burned big, but I wouldn’t have turned you down flat. And maybe you could have saved yourself some time.”
“Wait,” Dean put his hand up. “You said you were going to talk to us, but we never saw you. What happened?”
“As near as I can figure, Geosia,” Cole informed him.
“Speak English,” Dean demanded.
Cole nodded. “She’s a demon that controls seismic actions. I think she collapsed your motel. I found you near dead under that snack machine when I showed up to meet with you, so I decided to make some changes. I got you to the home of a witch couple whose son is an elder and had him heal you.”
“Wait,” Dean looked at him confused. “What?”
Phoebe looked at Cole with question in her eyes. “Kevin?”
Cole nodded.
“What’s an elder?” Dean wanted to know.”
“Um,” Phoebe tried to find the right word. “That’s a . . . Let’s just say they are in charge of a group of beings who guide and heal.”
“Oh,” Sam realized. “Whitelighters.”
Phoebe looked at him surprised. “Where’d you hear of them?”
Sam pointed at where Wyatt and Chris were vying for their mother’s attention.
Phoebe smiled as she followed his finger with her eyes. “Ah.”
“That’s not important,” Dean insisted. Returning the attention to Cole, he said, “You’re saying that you’re the reason Sam thought I was dead.”
Cole nodded without any sign of repentance. “You would have been had I not interfered. Kevin said you were so close to death he almost couldn’t bring you back.” He chuckled as he added, “And then he yelled at me for bringing you there instead of bringing him to the motel. He spent the next hour trying to save the people there. I just hid what he did, which meant when the police arrived all they found was Sam. Everyone else, every last person in that motel other than Sam was mortally wounded. How Sam escaped without injury I don’t know. By the time Kevin was done, the police had left with Sam, believing that he was the only survivor. Kevin had to call the paramedics to get them over there. Believing there were no other survivors, they hadn’t been called. After that is was just a matter of jamming communications between the police and the hospital and anyone among the paramedics. It was easy enough.”
“Let me get this straight,” Sam requested. “You saved Dean’s life and instead of using this as an in with us or trying to help get everything else figured out at that motel, you made me think he was dead.
“Would you rather I left things along?” Cole retorted. “Would you rather that he was actually dead?”
“No,” Sam replied without hesitation. “Of course not.”
“And you would have ran into him eventually,” Cole reminded him. “I wasn’t hiding you from him. And I can’t imagine he would have left without you.” In a mumbled and amused voice he added, “Or his car from what I’ve learned.”
“Hey!” Dean protested. “Don’t mock the car.”
Phoebe giggled.
Dean turned to Sam. “Where is my baby anyway?”
“About a block from here,” Sam pointed toward the road, “but the impala is not the point.”
Dean looked at his brother funny as he sucked in his breath and said, “I would have done it.”
“What?!” Sam asked bewildered.
“To save you,” Dean added, as if that explained everything, and it kind of did. “If I’ve been in his position and you’d been in theirs, I would have done what he did if I thought it would work. I would have done anything.”
Sam nodded. What could he say to that? Dean had sold his soul to save Sam and given the chance Sam would have and still would do the same. Something like this was child’s play in comparison. Still, one couldn’t give one’s older brother too much leverage. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. You would do that.”
Dean gave him a playful punch. “And you wouldn’t?
Sam shrugged. “You know I would.”
“Good,” Cole relaxed at their words. “I’ll be leaving then.”
“Cole,” Phoebe stopped him, warning in her voice.
Cole sighed. “I’m not sorry I did this, because it worked, but I am sorry it distressed you.” Looking at Phoebe he asked, “Satisfied?”
Phoebe rolled her eyes. “Fine.”
“Good,” he repeated. “Can we talk?”
In case you were wondering the powers Cole stole (which he of course no longer has) involved the ability to create optical illusions.
