As the Sun sets, the Moon rises and the ship sails swiftly along the calm waters, Sam finds himself upon deck with Tobias, who has his arm wrapped comfortably around his shoulders. Looking on into the horizon Tobias speaks calmly, "Don't you remember how we met? How our undying love for one another caused our friends and family to turn their backs on us and forcing us to, at this very moment, live our new lives in America?"
Sam stares out into the horizon, as though trying to remember, but turns away when he comes up with nothing, "My mind's all a jumble," he says faintly as he makes his way to the other side of the deck with the Moon by its side. Following him Tobias leans onto the bannister whilst Sam looks into the dark waters of the sea, "I seem to remember another life, a peculiar one where I fight demons and which is full of strange people who I feel are my friends, one in particular is more than that."
Dantalion sees the picture of this person in Sam's mind and quickly tries to avert it, "It was just a dream, Sam, nothing more. Don't you remember how we met?" He asks again, placing a soft hand on Sam's broad shoulders, "At one of your parent's little parties where I took you into the gardens and held you in my arms," in which Sam interrupts and turns to face him, "And you told me how handsome I looked and my eyes shined like the stars themselves. Oh yes, I do remember."
Tobias places a soft hand on Sam's chiselled cheek, "Then don't let those silly dreams of another life trouble you so...remember, my dear Sam, I shall always be here when you wake," and as though by instinct, they both embrace in each other's muscled arms and passionately kiss against the light of the silvery Moon...
Back at Missouri's Sam awakens with a start, sitting straight up, and places a hand on his head. Missouri, who's been keeping a watchful eye on him, rushes to his side and places her hands gently on his shoulders, "What is it hun? A nightmare?"
Sam straightens up and answers her quietly, "No, just a dream but it just felt so real," he looks up at her and asks with a small smile, "I would love something to drink, could you?"
"Of course, my darling, I'll fix you up a nice cup of hot chocolate just the way you like it."
"Thank you ma'am," Sam replies as Missouri rubs his back before leaving the room to fix him his drink.
"It was not enough!" Dantalion bellows, shoving the table aside in a pit of rage before making his way to the window, the Moon just appearing above the trees of the forest. Naaman, rubbing his temples after using his telepathy to such a wide effect, looks to the infuriated demon and answers to the best of his ability, "This is a delicate process, Dantalion! I had to break contact, someone cared to intrude! You know this to be his dear brother, Dean, as they both share a strong psychic rapport. Sam's troubling mind may automatically seek his brother's protection." Naaman then places his black, clawed hand on his shoulders but Dantalion's quick to shove it away, "In my presence he shall succumb to my illusion, despite his brother! Come, we must get to him tonight!" He then clenches his fist as his eyes burn fiery red...
In a nearby bar, filled with all sorts of people, Dean's quietly drinking in the corner out of the way of the dancers and the music when a slender figure, dressed in a long dark green dress (which hangs a few inches from the floor) with a similarly coloured laced short corselette over it and to complete the ensemble, a pair of Louis Vuitton high heel leather boots stops beside the table. Looking up from staring at his half-empty glass, Dean forms his trademark smirk before getting up and hugging the person who he called just a few minutes ago, "Hey Willow, it's so good to see you."
Willow, her shoulder-length red hair clashing with Dean's, smiles and embraces his hug before he lets go and allows her to sit opposite him, "It's good to see you again Dean. How long has it been?"
"Too long," Dean says simply as he reminisces the last time they met...It was about 2 years ago, before his Dad disappeared, at the time Sam was still in Stanford. Anyway this particular hunt led the father-son duo to meet a particular team who call themselves "The Scooby Gang" and for good reason to. It consisted of Buffy Summers (a slayer), her little sister Dawn, Xander Harris, Rupert Giles (Buffy's former watcher) and of course Willow Rosenberg, the team's powerful witch. They were all after an ancient demon that was forgotten by mankind and that dwelled inside Lechuguilla Cave in New Mexico, praying on humans that entered its vicinity. After a long and pressing battle they managed to defeat it, albeit brutally battered but nothing Willow couldn't heal, and after that went their separate ways but promising that they would come to help if they needed it. Now it's Dean who needs Willow's help in trying to figure out if her magicks can help rid Sam of the Phoenix.
"How's Sam? Is he still at Stanford or has he moved on from there?" Willow asks as she shakes her head at the waitress who's asked her if she wants a drink.
"Well to tell you the truth, Willow, he's been helping me hunt & kill demons for the past two years but it's because of him that I called you here."
"Oh?" Willow asks, her smile soon turning into a small frown.
"It happened just over a week ago. A group of demons, using sorcery of course, managed to embed my brother with the power of the Phoenix in their hope to lure him onto their side and use him in their goal for world annihilation. They nearly did, with the use of a powerful crystal, but Sam, now as Phoenix, managed to avert it but not before leaving and plunging himself into the Sun, making sure that no-one could get at the crystal."
Willow sits back, her face a picture of shock and amazement. Dean can see it and gives off a small laugh, "Yeah, I know. It's sounds like it's coming straight out of a comic-book. Anyways, he returned earlier tonight but the Phoenix still resides within him. I don't know what to do...that's why --"
"You called me to see if I can help him," Willow interrupts as Dean nods, his eyes nearly in tears. Willow raises her hand and gently rests it on his, "Hey," she replies softly, "Of course I will help you. I will do whatever it takes to get your brother back. I owe you that much."
"Thank you."
Returning with his hot chocolate Missouri reaches for the door handle when she hears commotion coming from inside, "Sammy? Sammy, are you okay?" She opens the door to find the room empty, with smoke coming off a burnt bed and the large window facing it, smashed. Missouri drops the hot chocolate, smashing against the panelled floor and rushes to the window, "Sammy? Sammy!" She then hurries out of the room.