Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, Dean or Sam, I'm just borrowing them and I give them back when I finished and I don't own anything to do with the film 23.
This idea comes from the film 23. The enigma number 23 is the belief that all incidents and events are directly connected to the number 23. Is it an obsession or is it a curse
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Chapter Six
On the way to the library Sam thoughts turned to the time frame, if Emily Walsh was M she died in the eighties and Joe Black was admitted by his father on his 23rd Birthday to the Sanatorium, which according to Dr Hill and the date in Joe's book was four or five years ago. So that would mean that Joe was just a boy when M died. Sam thought for a minute or two
"O my god, Joe Black fell in love with M's ghost" Sam shouted out
The book was now taking on a new meaning to Sam, Joe father didn't murder M, he must have been a hunter; he salted and burned her bones. If that was the case, why was M's ghost still here?
Arriving at the library Sam searched the archived newspapers from the eighties, hours later his eyes sore from staring at the screen he came across an obituary dated 10th August 1985
Local Florist, Miss Emily Walsh of 23rd Ave Portland, sadly committed suicide on her 23rd birthday. Her funeral will be held on Thursday at Stroud Water Christian Church at 2.30
Leaving the library he phoned Bobby, "Sam"
"Bobby I have the address"
I'm almost there'll met you at the hotel"
"No, I'm not waiting I'm going straight there, Dean's in danger"
Bobby could tell from the no nonsense tone of Sam voice he wasn't going to wait for him "What's the address I'll meet you there"
"I don't know the number but 23rd Ave"
"Sam, be careful" Bobby replied before ending the call, the kid was stubborn like his daddy, he just hope Sam used his head and not his heart.
Sam closed his cell phone and headed towards the impala, everything he needed was in the trunk.
Dean sat on the dusty floor with M at his side, "Dean, we've been cursed from the day we were born; every horrible thing that happened to you Dean is because of the curse, losing your mother at an early age, your father selling his soul for you and your deal to save your brother. The curse comes after us and then it rules our lives"
"You know about that?"
Touching the side of Dean's face with her hand she spoke softly to him "My darling Dean, I know everything about you, your inner thoughts, your shattered dreams, I feel your pain, I see the real you Dean that hides behind your mask and I love you all the more"
"M, the curse will never let us be happy; I not supposed to be happy"
"What if I told you there was a place you could go, where you would be free from the curse, free to be yourself and not hide behind your mask, free from the pain in your heart, freedom from this life, a place where we could be happy together, would you go with me?"
"Is there such a place, a place like that for me?"
"Yes Dean I've been, it's a beautiful place where you could be happy, but to go you have to leave your brother behind, you'll have to leave everything behind, a fresh start.
"I can't leave Sam behind"
"Your brother doesn't understand our love, our special bond; he'll try and come between us, he his selfish and jealous, he'll not let you see me again and I couldn't bare it not to see you again, to be with you" She kissed him longingly on the lips.
Slowly turning the corner into 23rd Ave, Sam surveyed the houses, one came into view that was boarded up, stopping the impala; he climbed out and went to the back of the impala, opening the trunk, he checked around to make sure nobody was watching he opened the secret compartment and propped lid up with a small shotgun, grapping a shotgun and hand full of rock salt cartridges he quickly closed the lid and the trunk. Jumping over the gate like Dean had done earlier he quietly made his way to the back of the property. Through a crack in the wood of one of the windows he could see light from within. The back door was locked, taking out his lock pick Sam opened the door and entered the kitchen. He could hear voices coming from the next room. Quietly moving through the door he raised the shotgun, anger flared up at him as he saw the ghost of M kissing his brother
"Get away from him you bitch" Sam shouted out
Dean jumped up at the sound of Sam's voice and stood protectively in front of M "I won't let you hurt her Sam"
"Get out of the way Dean!"
"No Sammy"
"Dean what's got into you?"
Dean didn't answer instead he charged at Sam grabbing hold of the shotgun, trying to take it from his brother but Sam had no intentions of letting go, this was one fight Sam was going to win, even if it meant knocking Dean out. They both struggled to win the shotgun. Anger flared up in Sam this was M doing this, she held some sort of power over his brother, twisting the shotgun against Dean's grip he yanked it from Dean's grasp, quickly bringing the butt down on his brother's head, Dean grunted in pain and then collapsed to the floor.
M was enraged she sent Sam flying back into the wall; she knocked over the candles with a sweep of her hand that were scattered around the room setting the threadbare rugs on fire. Sam who was temporary dazed by hitting the wall came quickly to his senses and realized that the room was ablaze. Jumping to his feet Sam he needed to get to Dean, half way to his brother a wall of fire appeared in front of him cutting him off from any hope of reaching Dean.
M materialized in front of him "Dean and me, we are meant to be together. I won't let you come between us"
"That's what you think" Sam growled back
Sam could see the discarded shotgun on the floor but before he had a chance to dive for it he found himself once again been thrown through threw the air, he hit the wall so hard it knocked him unconscious, his limp body slid down the wall.
As Dean woke he could smell burning and intense heat, the air was thick with black smoke, he cough as the smoke filled his lungs, on unsteady legs he climbed to his feet, he looked around him and all he could see was thick black smoke he called out
"M...cough... Sam...cough...cough"
"Dean, come to me" M called out to him
"Where are...cough ...you?" it was getting harder to breathe and his eyes stinging from the smoke
"Here Dean"
Dean followed the sound of her voice she led him into the hallway, coughing he collapsed to his knees where there was more air, he took big gulps of air. Where was Sam he needed to find him? "M I got to find Sam"
"Dean it too late you'll never get to him, come with me"
Every fibre of Dean wanted to go with M, as he looked around all he could see was choking black smoke; he could hear the popping and creaking of burning wood "Sammy, Sammy". As he spoke Sam's name a loud creaking noise came from above, the ceiling gave way and came crashed down on him, knocking him unconscious to the floor.
As Bobby near 23rd Ave he could see smoke rising into the sky, when he turned the corner of 23rd Ave, his fears where confirmed, the neighbourhood was out, in the distance siren could be heard, pulling his truck to a stop at the back of the impala, he reached down under his seat and pulled out a small fire extinguisher. Jumping from the truck he pushed passed the crowd that had gathered to watch the house go up in flames. A man stepped forward to stop him,
"No one lives there; it's been empty for years"
"There are two boys in there that are like family to me, I have to go in" Bobby yelled
The man looked towards the house "Oh my god"
From behind them there was a loud bang from the house the windows exploded outwards. Gasps and screams came from the crowd as they moved back.
Bobby pushed passed the man and nearly kicked the gate of its hinges; he made his way to the back of the house.
Sam coughed he slowly opened his eyes to black smoke. His skin felt prickly against the heat of the fire, gradually the fog in his brain cleared and he remembered what had happened "Dean"
Tearing of strips of his shirt he wrapped them around his hands. He started to crawl on his hands and knees; the floor was hot under him as he crossed the room to where Dean had fallen, his brother was no longer there, he crawled towards the door to the hall, as he crawled through the doorway his hand touched a boot, feeling further he felt a leg, it was Dean. He franticly started to remove whatever had fallen and was covering his brother. Sam start to panic when he heard the explosion of glass, they were not getting out of here.
TBC