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***This takes place during Season 2, Episode 1 – "In My Time of Dying"***

CHAPTER 1

To my fans of Supernatural:

I kept many parts of the Winchester's stories a secret. There are parts better left hidden in the mysteries of the undefined. But yet, part of their story, untold until now, should never have remained in the shadows. She was important to them, she was their link, and their life line.

She was always there helping them from afar, to make sure they never faltered. Always there even when they didn't know it…

Chuck

Hidden out in the bayous of Louisiana stood a home forgot in time but not in story. It was an older home, built back in the eighteen hundreds, and left abandon through the centuries. The history of the home was shrouded in mystery and rumor. But the real story wasn't nearly as complicated as all the folklore would lead someone to believe. It was a simple story, a love story about a boy and girl. There was a sweet touch of Romeo and Juliet, except Romeo was a slave named Shu-Han and the girl was a slave owner's daughter, Marissa.

Marissa defied her father and ran away with Shu-Han, leaving Louisiana forever taking the Underground Railroad to the north, to the land were black's were free. Or at least that was the plan. Only the best stories have a twist, and much like those stories so did this one. Marissa told her best friend of her love for Shu-Han and the plan to run away. What Marissa didn't take in to consideration was the man standing outside the door cringing on every world, and wincing in disgust at every line. This man loved Marissa; in fact, this man was supposed to be marrying Marissa. Instead of telling Marissa's father of her betrayal, he decided to punish them both. He captured Marissa and Shu-Han at their point of departure. He and his friends took turns raping Marissa repeatedly, and when they weren't exerting their efforts upon her they would beat Shu-Han. He was tied to the large family tree, planted the night Marissa was born, and was forced to watch the brutality.

Both Marissa and Shu-Han died that night, bloody, broken and beaten, left to rot outside Marissa's child-hood home. Their souls left here on Earth to avenge their deaths upon anyone who comes to their home.

The house came out of the woods like haunted castle in a forest. It caused a shiver to stroll down her spine and linger as her boat touched the almost destroyed dock. Lex didn't trust the dock as far as she could throw it, but she sucked it up and took her first step onto one of the safer looking parts of the dock. It groaned under the new weight but it held. Quickly and skillfully she made her way over pier and into the broke down home.

The house creaked under the pressure of her hundred and thirty pound body as she slowly made her way through armed with a shotgun full of salt rounds, and an iron knife hanging from her side. Over the years, the body count reached thirty nine. The house was abandon after everyone within home was killed. For several centuries this home was left untouched, until six years ago when a developer decided he wanted to fix this old place up. Seventeen bodies were found mangled and busted over the last six years.

Lex took inch sized steps making sure to check every piece of the shattered memory before she made camp. She only had about fifteen minutes before the spirits would wake up. It was at this point when Lex was left to her own devices. The stories were so mixed and mingled it was hard to decipher what was real and what was make-believe. The most popular story mentioned how all the doors, windows and shutters closed at exactly seven o'clock at night, the hour they died and anyone trapped inside would be found the next morning at the first light of day.

Lex didn't necessarily believe that part of the tail but then again she didn't want to play the test dummy...

Marissa's best friend, Angie, was still alive and very willing to talk. Marissa and Shu-Han were both cremated. However, Lex learned Marissa and Shu-Han married the day before they were to leave for the North. Angie was extremely detailed in her story of their romantically small wedding, even down the wedding bands exchanged. Lex was a betting woman and she was willing to stake a good deal of money, and her health it was the rings keeping them here. The rings were never found on the bodies. Angie's tail noted that Marissa hid the rings within the house, so that one day they could come back for them.

Her watch beeped to warn her it was seven o'clock. "Damn…" She was really hoping to meet the ghosts on her terms… like with her in a salt circle.

Lex decided it was best to deal with the ghosts now. She was about to turn on her heels when she looked at the reflection within the dusty mirror and realized she wasn't alone. So that part of the story was apparently true. "Oh… son of a bitch…!" Lex spun around, face to face with Marissa. Looking at a ghost for the first time can scare anyone. If this was Lex's first time, she may have pissed her pants. Marissa was by far the most gruesome of all vengeful spirits she'd encounter so far. Her ghost was the projection of what Marissa looked like upon her death. Her arms were full of deep gashes and burns from the ropes that bound her. Her face was covered in open cuts and about her neck was a large gash from the rope that took her life. Her dress was nothing but rags barely covering her shattered body.

Lex cocked the gun and shot. The ghost evaporated into thin air. She would be back. Lex raced up the stairs to where Marissa's room was supposed to be. It was covered in a thick layer of dust but it was relatively untouched despite the crews of people coming in and out recently. Everything was exactly like the picture Angie, Marissa's friend, had on her.

Quickly Lex reached into her bag pulling out a large container of salt and laid it about her in a circle. She then pulled out a bowl and began to put together the puzzle of herbs, spices and other unmentionables into it. She pulled out her knife and sliced her hand allowing the blood to drip into to the basin below.

The shutters and doors about her shook and rattled. A cold chill filled the air. Lex squeezed her hand to get the last few drops. One moment she was alone. The next Shu-Han was towering over her, mere inches from the salt line. Lex stared him down pulling a match book from her pocket. She lit the whole thing throwing it into the basin. It flashed green and then smoke rose in hues of purple and red. Under her breath, she spoke in low hums of Latin. She took out a small picture of Marissa and Shu-Han on the day of their vows, exchanging the rings, and tossed it into the flame. Shu-Han's image flashed and shuttered and then disappeared. As she spoke the last phrase of the incantation the flame died. Wind gusted through the room almost destroying the salt-line. Now both spirits were standing before her, waiting for the line to die.

Lex plucked the bowl from the ground taking a generous handful of the ash into her hand. With a smile, she blew it at the spirits binding them to this plane of existence, to this spot in the house, at least for five minutes or so. Lex grabbed another bag of salt and circled the ghosts with it. "Where are the rings?"

"We loved each other… why did you kill us?"

"I didn't. I want to free you. Where are the rings?"

"Hidden." This was the first time Shu-Han spoke. His voice was deep and ghostly sending a small trickle of shivers down Lex's back.

"Yeah, I knew that. Where?"

Marissa's red eyes began to grow with anger. She didn't like being confined. Marissa was a powerful poltergeist. Her abilities were so strong she was able to make the entire house shake with her anger. The binding spell out not hold out for long and the salt line was just a temporary hold. "I was going to play nicely, but since you aren't willing to work with me…" Lex reached into her bag pulling out a couple of milk gallons filled with gasoline. "You can't haunt something if there's nothing to haunt." She pulled the top off and began to dribble the liquid sparingly through Marissa's room, then grabbed her stuff and made her way through the home leaving the ghosts in the circle.

Marissa and Shu-Han grew stronger. A non-existent wind danced through the house breaking the circle. The binding spell was now useless. One moment they were there, and the next they were gone. Lex needed to be faster. Shifting the bag to her other shoulder she tossed the empty gallon to side and opened up the second and dispersed it about the rest of the bottom floor.

The chill in the air came. They were here, somewhere. Lex dropped the jug and reached into her back for her other book of matches. It was too late. Marissa was behind her forcing Lex up off her feet and crashing into a wall behind her. All of her belongings fell out of grasp. Lex took in a staggering breath reaching out her hand for the matches. Shu-Han was there sliding the matches to the other side of the room. Lex caught the sight of a ragged old rope in hand as he knelt down to her. "You shall understand our fate."

He didn't need to touch her. The rope was now wrapping about her neck unattended. She pulled out her knife of iron and slashed it at Shu-Han. He disappeared, and as he disappeared so did the rope. Marissa was there, but Lex already stabbed the knife through her. She too disappeared.

Lex raced to her equipment throwing her bag back over her shoulder, cocking her shot gun and pulling out another book of matches. One could never have too many. She ran through the home back to the main entrance. She didn't stop to see what she was shooting at. If something appeared, she shot until she reached the exit. She lit the book of matches and tossed it into a puddle of gas. Instantly, it went up into flames.

The home was quickly devoured by fire and smoke. It only took a few short minutes for the fire to reach the second floor. Standing at the entrance of the home was Shu-Han and Marissa, holding each other. Love, it was a strong bond.

Lex jumped as her phone started to sing 'Wayward Son' by Kansas, to her. She answered it, with a large smile spreading across her face. As she looked at the ghosts surrounding in the flames of their dying home, she realized how much she understood them, because she too felt as they did, even her voice changed, just a little, every time they talked. Of course she would never tell him or anyone how she felt. In their line of work, it was dangerous to make who you cared for known. "Hey Sam, it's great to hear your voice…" Silence. "Sam? Sam, what's wrong?"

/Lex…/

The distress in his voice caused the hair on the back of her neck to stand on end and her gut to twist and turn into tiny little knots of fear, the worst kind of fear, the kind when you know something bad happened. "Sam, talk to me!"

/There… there was a car accident. Dean…they don't know if he's…/

Her heart sank in the deepest reaches of her stomach. She thought the beating she got from The Hellfire Club was bad, this was worse. So much worse. She could feel her throat tighten and her heart begin to race. The words barely escaped her lips…"I will be right there, where are you?"

/Lex…/

"Sam, I promise I will be right there, but I need to know where there is." She didn't need any more information. She didn't need the details. Despite only just meeting them, Lex felt them to be her family, hell they were the only family she had left besides Elijah.

/Sioux Falls County Hospital in South Dakota./