Chapter 13
"Dean, who was that? What's going on?" Sam asked, as he watched his brother reached the other side of the room, grabbing his jacket and car keys. "Dean?"
"We've got to go. Now," Dean said pulling his jacket on and he headed for the door in a hurry.
"Tell us what's happening," Sam said grabbing Dean by the arm so he couldn't leave.
Dean met Sam's gaze. "I know where Summer is."
"What?" Alison asked, surprised.
"How?" Sam asked.
"I'll explain in the car," Dean told him before he pulled his arm out of Sam's grasp and went outside.
Sam and Alison looked at each other before they followed Dean.
Once they got into the Impala, Dean sped out of the parking lot, and down the road.
"So, now can you tell us?" Sam looked at Dean.
"You were right Sam. Rick didn't do it. That was Rick on the phone, and he said he didn't have any control with what was happening. He said black smoke went into his mouth and took over his body. He sounded sinecure…"
"So wait, you're telling us a demon kidnapped her?" Alison asked.
"That's what I'm telling you."
"Why would a demon do that?"
"Dean… you won't like what I'm about to say… what if it's the yellow-eyed demon?" Sam said.
Dean kept quiet, he knew it was possible the demon had something to do with Summer's kidnapping. "The son of a bitch will be destroyed when I'm through with it."
"What else did Rick say?" Alison asked, she changed the topic so they didn't talk about the demon when she knew it would be a hard subject for Dean to discuss.
"All he said was to meet him so he can bring us to where she is. He said…" Dean trailed off, his heart-ached at the thought of his girlfriend being hurt from what Rick saw. "Summer has cuts all over her arms… he said he escaped from the place and found a phone."
"She'll be ok, Dean… she's tough," Alison said, as she placed a hand on his shoulder. "We'll get to her before anything else happens to her." She looked over at Sam who sat in the front seat, they shared the same expression; worry, and they felt for both Dean and Summer.
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They reached the building Rick wanted to meet at, and they parked the car, and before Sam or Alison could open their doors, Dean got out first and practically ran over to Rick.
"Where is she?" Dean asked, getting right to the point.
"Here," Rick handed Dean a piece of paper. "This is where she is. Dean, you must hurry. I fear for her life… I tried several times to get her out of there but it was no use."
"Why couldn't you come to us sooner?" Sam asked, now standing behind Dean.
"I couldn't go to you sooner is because all this time I was trapped inside my own body until recently," Rick told him. "I fought so hard to fight my own actions, but I had no control over what happening. I would tell you more, but you need to go, now."
"Thank you," Dean said, he held the paper tightly in his hand, he glanced the others before he made his way back to the car.
"Good luck," Rick called out while the others followed Dean.
The Impala roared to live and the sound of rubber burning filled the night. Rick watched as the car sped off, and the back red lights eventually disappeared when Dean took a turn.
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The three stood in front of a warehouse, they saw that the rooms were pitched black, except for one room, which they knew was the room Summer was in.
"How are we gonna get her?" Alison asked. "If the demon is behind this whole thing, we're digging our graves."
"I don't care," Dean said, he made his way to the door and opened it, he stepped inside.
"I've got a bad feeling about this…" Alison said, she looked at Sam.
"Me too, Ali," Sam said. "Me too…"
They went inside, and soon found Dean by some stairs that leads up to the second floor. They all kept quiet. They didn't want to make any sound to tip the demon off. The floor creaked slightly under their weight. Dean cursed under his breath at the floorboards, he didn't want the demon knowing they're there.
After a few minutes, they reached the room the light came from. They glanced at each other before Dean pushed on the open door, as it opened wider, they saw Summer sitting on the floor, her legs tied to a vent built into the floor while her arms were tied behind her, around a beam. Dean's heart fell to the pit of his stomach at the sight of her. Dried up blood stained her shirt and dried on her arms. Her brown hair hung over her face, her head down. If they didn't know any better, they would have thought she was already dead if they didn't see her head slowly rise up at the sound of the door creaking open.
"Baby…" Dean whispered, he slowly stepped inside, he looked around the room making sure the demon wasn't in there. When he knew it was all clear, he ran over to her, falling to his knees beside her, he reached up and cupped her face in his hands.
"Dean…" Summer whispered, she barely had enough strength to speak louder.
"Shh, I'm here now," he said, he started to untie the rope that bind her arms to the beam before he untied her legs. "I'm going to get you out of here," he told her. "You're safe now…"
"Summer, where is the demon?" Sam asked who stood behind Dean.
Summer looked at Sam. She didn't say anything at first, she just stared at him before she lowered her head back down as if she couldn't even hold her head up.
"Right here…"
Sam, Alison, and Dean all were thrown into a wall the instant those words were spoken. The three looked around the room but didn't see anyone. Then, they saw Summer raise her head up again, this time her eyes weren't the normal hazel color, but yellow.
"No…" Dean shook his head, he couldn't believe the demon was now possessing his girlfriend.
"Oh, yes," Summer stood up with a grin on her face. "Does this remind you of something, Dean? The day I possessed dear old John. I'm already enjoying this," she said making her way to him. "You should have heard her. My, she has some lungs on her when I plunged the knife into her side ever so… hard. The blood flowed out of the wound like a waterfall," she laughed. "If I hadn't taken over this poor girl, she would have died, well, rather quickly. You see… I'm doing this because I want to have some fun before I let her die."
"You son of a bitch," Dean sneered, his eyes narrowed at her.
"Oh, now, now, no need for such language," Summer said.
"Why are you doing this?" Sam asked, he didn't want to just stand there without getting a few words in himself.
Summer looked at him. "Oh, I don't know… maybe because I love making your lives a living nightmare, and that's exactly what it's going to be like. Though, the death of Summer will be too much for our Dean," she looked at Dean again. "It will kill you. Losing both her and the baby… it will haunt you for the rest of your life."
"Go to hell," Dean said with so much hatred.
"Such a mouth on you. If only Mary could hear you."
"You don't get to speak her name!"
Summer grinned. "Did I hit a nerve? Good." She walked over to a wall and picked up the knife that lay on the cold floor, she walked back over to Dean. "Just say the word, Dean. Tell me to kill you so you can be with your girl when she dies."
"Never," Dean spoke tightly.
"Then, I guess I have no other choice but to finish Summer off so she dies even quicker…" she trailed off as she lifted the knife to her throat.
"No!" Dean, Sam, and Alison yelled at the same time.
Summer stopped in mid-action. She looked at them as she lowered her arm. She was about to say something when she heard Sam saying something in Latin. She looked at him. "You dare try an exorcism?" she made her way to him. "You won't be able to finish it…" She turned around to face Dean when she heard him speaking in Latin. "You too, huh?" She stepped toward Dean and lifted up the knife and stuck the knife into his side, but before she could push it further into him, she let go of it when she felt as if the exorcism was starting to work. She stepped away from him and breathed heavily. "No…" she trailed off. "I'll finish you off once and for all when the time comes…" she said before she opened her mouth and the black smoke left her body.
They watched as she fell to the floor, her body motionless, and her eyes closed. They were now released from the wall and Dean rushed to her side after he pulled the knife out of his side, and he lifted her up in his arms.
"We need to get her to the hospital," Sam said to Dean.
Dean nodded and he walked out of the room, Sam and Alison followed him back to the Impala.
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Once they reached the hospital, Dean got checked and got his wound taken care of while the doctors tried to help Summer. He went into the waiting room and saw Sam and Alison sitting on the chairs. "Any word?"
Sam shook his head. "Not yet."
"We'll hear something soon," Alison said.
Dean took a seat and placed his head into his hands. He didn't bother to say anything, or lift his head up when he felt Alison put a hand on his back, she rubbed it gently.
They waited for such a long time, which felt like days to them.
"Dean," Sam said, he stood up when he saw the doctor.
Dean stood up. "How is she?"
The doctor sighed. "I'm sorry… we've done everything we could. She didn't make it… However, we managed to save the baby… I'm terribly sorry."
"No…" Dean felt his legs buckle underneath him, and he fell to the floor, the tears fell from his eyes almost immediately, and he didn't care who saw him cry.
Alison and Sam got down to their knees and Alison wrapped her arms around Dean, he buried his face into her. She met Sam's tearful eyes, but didn't say anything. Neither of them spoke for a long time.
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Sam, Alison and Dean, along with his daughter Sumaree Elaine, who Dean held in his arms while they stood on the dug up grass, standing beside the hole they made, which held Summer's body. The sun shone down brightly, casting shadows upon them from the trees. The wind blew slightly, sending dirt and leafs to fly around them, and some leafs managed to fall in the hole.
Sam glanced at his brother. "You ready?"
Dean lifted his head up, meeting his gaze. "Yeah…"
The two grabbed the shovels after Dean handed Alison his daughter, and they began to fill up the hole. When they finished, they stood there again, staring down at her grave.
"Summer…" Sam started to speak, but he stopped, not knowing what to say exactly. "I'm sorry this happened to you. I wish there had been a way to prevent it from happening. This shouldn't have happened to you. I am glad I had gotten to know you… I'll miss you, Sum…" he looked at Dean, he saw the tears in his eyes, and he knew no matter what, he could never take his pain away. He then glanced at Alison and they decided to leave Dean alone, she handed Sumaree back to Dean before she left.
Dean took a deep breath before opening his mouth to speak. "The moment I saw you that day in the diner, I knew there was something about you, and I just had to meet you. You brought a lot to this trip, and made it better," he licked his lips before continuing. "When we first kissed at the club, I knew I had to be with you, but I didn't know if you felt the same way so I kept my mouth shut. When we finally got together, I wanted it to last. I never…" he stopped and sighed again, his voice cracking. "I never thought I would lose you like this. I never thought I would lose you period. I'll… we'll miss you…" he held Sumaree close to him. "I love you, Summer…" he whispered the last part, and without another word, he walked away.
Three years had passed since Summer had died, and Sumaree Elaine was now three years old. Dean, Sumaree Sam and Alison lived by a lake in South Dakota. Sam and Alison had gotten together and had a little boy together who they named Tyler John, who is one. Dean hadn't been with anyone like Summer. Sure, he dated once in a while, but nobody could fill his heart the way Summer did.