Supernatural

Sense of Touch

Prologue

When two people have loved so fiercely, nothing can keep them apart. The world may try to though, pulling them apart by death, moving them away, or severing the bond by mistrust and disloyalty. A heart does not mend, love is not forgotten. The only thing the heart will do is scar up. Old lies die hard, yet old love dies even harder. No matter how much these people try to go on living, they yearn for the touch of their old lover. Sometimes, they need this sense of touch so much, that fate leads them to their love. But the love they once had does not always rekindle so quickly. Betrayals are not so quickly forgiven. Either way, if two people are meant for each other, nothing can keep them apart.

I

The fall weather was cold and crisp outside. Wind blew softly, making the branches of the large oak sway. A large white house stood solid against the weather. Aunt Bridget and Aunt Francis have lived in Coupeville, on Whidbey Island in Washington State, their whole lives. The old Victorian house had been in the family for a long time. Before them their mothers had lived here, and their mothers before them. There was a large garden in back and a short white fence surrounding the whole place. They lived at the end of a country road, so no one would bother them. Not that anyone wanted to. Jet and Fran were feared, because they were witches. Yes, real witches who cast spells for a few brave locals that would come to see them. This didn't bother Fran at all. She didn't care for her fellow townspeople. Jet on the other hand, never gave up. Every time they went to town, she would politely say hello to everyone they passed. Because of their reputation, neither of them married or had children. So for many years, they were the only ones in the house. Then about thirteen years ago, their niece Riley came to live with them.

Riley's parents had been slaughtered brutally. Not by some escaped madman or a neighbor. Something supernatural had snuck into their house and killed the sleeping parents. Riley had only been thirteen. Even though she was scared, she had managed to escape. When she came to her aunt's house, they had discovered that there was power inside her. They trained her in the arts of witchcraft. Potion making and herb growing came naturally to her. Her main gift was that of being able to summon objects to her or move them. None of these could be used on living creature, human or non-human, but only on inanimate objects. Using her new powers and gifts, Riley would hunt in a close range to her home. Now, she wasn't hunting deer or turkeys, she was hunting ghosts, werewolves, things of that nature. She didn't venture to far though, just mostly hit nearby towns and houses.

On one hunting trip, in the nearby town of Honors, Riley met up with another hunting party. John Winchester and his sons, Sam and Dean, were after the same ghost that Riley had come to hunt. Together, the four hunters had managed to defeat the troublesome ghost. That wasn't the only thing accomplished in that week that they all spent together.

Riley had befriended the shy, reluctant sixteen year old Sam. She had a little crush on him when she first started hunting with them. He was sweet to her, but never hinted at having a crush on her too. So she backed off and they became very good friends. Instead, she found her interest in a more unlikely place. A seventeen year old Riley had fallen for the older, twenty year old Dean. The two of them spent a few nights together. They had gotten along great because they were both so much a like. She was his equal in pride, in strength and in the fierce, hot hunger of insatiable desire. But after he had left, Riley didn't make much of their time together. She figured it was just a short hook-up and she'd never see him again.

Then a couple months later, Dean showed in Coupeville. That's when he and Riley realized that is was not just a one time, crush thing. They both had fallen in love and fallen hard. Dean continued to visit when ever he could. He was hunting on his own now, going out on jobs his dad sent him on. But whenever he could, he would find himself on that island and on Riley's doorstep. The aunts had grown very fond of him, treating him like a son. But things started to grow dark and danger followed him to Coupeville one day.

Riley wanted more, she wanted out of this life. She was getting tired of hunting and tired of seeing him rarely. Dean couldn't give up hunting though. The clouds grew dark over the house as they argued deep into the night. Riley gave him two choices: hunting or her. In an act of rage and pride, Dean picked the hunting over her. Broken and hysterical, Riley followed him as he stormed out of her front door. Screaming at how she never wanted to see him again, she watched as he peeled out of the driveway. That had been three years ago, when she watched his black Impala speed away. Now she was twenty-three and left with a hole in her heart. Dean, now running around and continuing to chase down the supernatural, still thought about that night. He regretted everything he had said and wished for the chance to fix things. The aunts sensed the pain between the two, so they conjured up a spell. The 'Come to Me' lost love spell was powerful. They were willing to risk the consequences to reunite these two fallen, broken souls.