-1Series: Straight from Hell
Summary: A look into the Winchester's future... and Raleigh's past.
Interlude : Into the Looking Glass
Raleigh was awoken by the crashes in the apartment next door. She tumbled out of bed in just her underwear and a tank top, and tiptoed over to the gun next to the door. She peered out of the peephole, trying to catch a glimpse at whatever was making the noise, when suddenly a man with a maddened grin peered back. His eyes flashed black, and he started to laugh maniacally. It startled her enough to make her jump back and gasp. The man in her bed must of heard, because he was awake and behind her in seconds. He stood tense over her shoulder as he looked through the same hole, and growled at what he saw.
As hard as she tried to not react, she didn't have complete control over her body. Thousands of goose bumps popped up all over her arms and legs, and made her shiver. Crap. Her lover tried to soften his glare, but couldn't, as all he thought about was the asshole making the racket outside. He gently pushed Raleigh to the side, and grabbed the gun out of her hands. He opened the door, wearing only his boxers, shoved the possessed psycho into the wall opposite of their apartment, and shut their door.
The girl stood on the tips of her feet, trying to get a glimpse of her man beating the shit out of the demon, and couldn't help but wince at every punch he threw. When he made sure the thing was knocked unconscious, he cocked the gun, and fired the entire round into the body. She saw his face when he looked up, and had to look away. It was like everyday the man that she loved would slowly disappear and turn into this stranger. They once could spend the entire day in bed making love, but now he had to talk to him about things she didn't even know.
She jumped away from the door and started to make her way to the bathroom. Her lover walked in with a swagger. From the blurred glance that she got of him after shooting that man, she knew that he would have to clean up a little. He walked to the bathroom door, and noticed that she started running warm water in the sink.
He leaned against the doorframe, and with a smirk said, "How about you run a bath instead?" He walked to his girl and ran his hands up and down over her ribs underneath the tank. "We can take it together…" He said playfully. She gave him the response that he wanted, and turned the sink water off.
Slowly leaning forward, she gave him a soft peck on his lips, and twirled around to start the bath. He walked up behind her he gently started to pull down her panties. "Hey!" She slapped at him with her free arm. He didn't pay her any mind and continued to undress her. The next thing to go was her tank top.
She was grimacing as she stood bare back to him, knowing that he was looking at all of the scars made by him. Her lover fingered the raised tissue on her back, and Raleigh couldn't help but tear up. Sometimes he was just so gentle with her, it hurt. She felt him lean closer, and graze his lips along her shoulder blades. She knew that he was tracing the tattoo that she had put there. It said non timebo mala. I will fear no evil. She knew from the moment she saw the Colt that she would either have to engrave it in her mind or her body. It was harder to erase if it was on her body. They couldn't make her forget something she saw every morning in the mirror.
She ran her hand through the water, just to make sure that it was perfect temperature. Deciding that it was, she let her lover turn her around. They shared one hell of a passionate kiss, before her hands started to have a mind of their own. She slid her hands up and down his chest, feeling his abs, before sliding them even further down. Using two of her fingers, she slipped his boxers off, so that they were both equally naked. 'But somehow,' Raleigh thought, 'I think I'm always the one that's feeling exposed.'
It wasn't until later when they were safely tucked back into bed, that she let a few tears escape. How did her world come to this? How could she let her world come this?
They were in the middle of breakfast, when a knock came at the door. She told her lover to stay and that she would answer it. She walked to the door, and looked through the peephole once more. She made a face at who was there. It was him. But she still opened the door and gave the visitor a bright smile.
"Raleigh." He said with a grin. He gave her his familiar pervy once-over that made her want to throw up, as usual. "Everything okay, today?" He asked as he leered.
"Everything's fine, thanks." She responded politely. She wondered what the easiest thing she could do to make him leave. "How's everything with you?" She questioned back. Mentally she was rolling her eyes at him. As if she actually cared.
"Things are running very smoothly. The other experiments are coming along beautifully. I trust that you're feeling well… like them?" He asked her, verbally slammed a fist in the tender area for her.
She wanted to snarl at him, but kept her calm. "I feel fine. The treatments haven't killed me, yet." She meant to try and joke, but it came out dry and brittle.
"Yes, well. Is he in?" He changed expressions dramatically. He lost his manners, and got right to the point.
"Sure is." She answered. She turned her body slightly, and opened her right arm in the direction of her lover. "He's in the kitchen." She lost most of her cheer.
He flashed his yellow eyes at her before walking up to the brunette man eating his toast. "Sammy! How are things, son?" He asked.
It was the sincere smile that Sam sent the demon that made Raleigh's stomach clench. She has to get the spell decoded fast. She has to go back and change things for the man that she loved.
She closed the door firmly when she heard Sam say, "Hey, Azazel. Take a seat. Raleigh can fix you up a plate." She can't wait to get rid of that son of a bitch permanently.