This is the sequel to The Price To Pay For Family so please read that first or this won't make much sense. I had originally posted something different but I rewrote the story so please enjoy and please, please, please leave reviews.
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Chapter 1:
Sam never forgot her, not really. He had pushed Rae from his mind, trying to get rid of her and everything she was. He did his best to wash her scent off him, even though it had been long gone, and rub away the ghost touches she had left behind. He had tried to dispose of the ache in his chest that went with her smile and the hollowness in his stomach that occurred whenever something reminded him of her. He had tried to remove her from every part of his life, store away all his memories of her under lock and key; but he never really forgot her.
He had dreamt of her often after he realized he loved her; everything from losing her, to kissing her, to accidently killing her, to just being with her. It had consumed him at first, the whirlwind of emotions he had felt. The only thing that was ever constant was the overwhelming sadness that came with each dream, no matter how happy or devastating they had been while he had been asleep. In fact, the ones where they had been happy were the worst, showing him everything he could've had, everything he'd lost and then tearing it away from him all over again.
The dreams became less frequent over time and even more so after he had stopped thinking about her. Soon, she was just someone in the back of his mind, something he barely paid attention to.
A lot had happened since Sam had woken up on that Wednesday. Sam had lost Dean to death and Hell and then gotten him back 4 months later. He'd met angels, accidentally caused a woman to get her eyes burned out, become "friends" with a demon, discovered (and lost) another brother and met a Prophet; and all in the space of a year or so.
By the end of all that, she was just someone he used to know and he almost felt ready to move on with his life (though maybe not in the romance area). Who knew that one tiny case would cause all the walls Sam had spent so long building to come toppling down and him to be exactly where he started; confused, empty and head over heels?
It was supposed to be a quick job; a routine haunting; in and out in 3 days, tops.
Dean had caught wind of it through Rufus and offered to take it to get his mind off the Seals and Lilith. Apparently, a girl had been murdered in her own home, the doors locked and bolted and no forced entry.
"And here's the kicker," Dean had said. "Apparently she was torn apart using a pocketknife."
"A pocketknife?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. "That's…unusual."
They had driven all night before crashing in a motel near the house of the murdered girl. When they woke up the next day, they had gone straight there, flashing their FBI badges and interrogating the girls who lived in the old building. The place happened to be a sort of student dorm where 5 (now 4) girls lived, sharing the rent, and Dean had a good time flirting with practically all of them while Sam rolled his eyes.
They were on the third girl, an angry young woman by the name of Emily with pink hair and lots of piercings, when they were interrupted.
The door to the house had been slammed shut and Sam had just barely heard what sounded like keys being thrown onto a hard surface, probably a table.
"Hey Em, have you seen my blue binder?" a new voice asked from the hall before it stopped short.
Sam stood abruptly as he took in the figure in the doorway, his world crashing down around him. He stared at the girl, a petite platinum blonde who looked back at him with large chocolate coloured eyes. They held each other's gaze for what might've been anything from seconds to years before Dean cleared his throat, turning their attention back to him.
"I'm sorry; do you two know each other?" Dean asked pointedly, looking rather confused and somewhat pissed.
The girl in the doorway smiled, "oh, sorry, I was just surprised to see we had guests. No, we've never met before." She turned to Sam and gave him that smile that haunted the best of his dreams and the worst of his nightmares, sticking out her hand. "I'm Rae."
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~Liliana
