Chapter 25

I looked at him stunned and then I saw a smile emerging on his face. "What!? Are you kidding me? please tell me that she made some of that delicious Indian feast for you guys?"

The boys who were so far tensed also relaxed and smiled. "Wait, are you telling me that she not only eats but also cooks food too?" Dean said sarcastically and I heard Sam grunt at that.

"Yes and it's Damn good too" Larry said smilingly.

"Oh come on Larry, I cannot believe you're still harping on that" I said with giving the boys a mean look and letting them know that their sarcasm was not appreciated.

"Are you kidding me? It was the best meal of my life and I still remember it. Please you've to make it again." He said pleadingly.

"Yeah Yamini, please do...we're tired of feeding you all the time" Sam said elbowing Dean. I threw a stink eye to him and said "okay, fine."

All of us went to a local grocery store and got the necessary ingredients. As I was searching for money to pay Dean stood next to me and pushed his card forward. As the cashier gave the card back to him, I glanced at the card and it read Nick Bernstein.

"Don't ask, just go ahead honey" Dean said pushing me ahead.

We headed out of the store and began heading towards the impala in the parking lot of store. Sam and Larry were carrying the bags and were behind us.

"So Nick Bernstein huh..." I asked curiously.

"Yeah you know our job doesn't really pay that well" Dean said matter-of-factly.

"So you make fake credit cards? Dean, I know this a futile but this could land you in serious trouble"

"Ha, as you said it's pointless so why don't you just save it...unless you wanna report us." Dean said flashing his devilish smile at me.

"God no… why would I even do that…I hate the banks anyways. But on a serious note, I think you two have a very serious 'superhero complex'"

"What the hell is that?"

"Well I and Yash came up with this concept one day while watching some superhero movie. So people who suffer from superhero complex often think that they can save the world and that too by remaining anonymous. And you guys are like the textbook examples of it. You think you can save the whole world and you're doing it by not just by remaining in the shadows but also living your lives like a bunch of monks."

Dean just smiled and said "a monk really?"

I blushed furiously and looked down at my feet. Sam and Larry joined us and we drove towards Larry's place.

We stood in front of a tall building. It was a very swanky and upmarket apartment building. On our way up Larry told us that the apartment belonged to his uncle who was a bachelor and a fashion photographer. We entered the apartment and saw that the place was white with white walls and white carpet too. The sofa was a weirdly shaped and bright red. It also had captain Kirk's chair in white color. There was huge flat screen on one side and an open gallery on the other. Another wall was showcasing all of Larry's uncle work. Judging from his work and his apartment he seemed to be talented.

"Guys come in please. Make yourself at home. So this is my room which is a mess as you can see. Guys you can have the master bedroom since there are two of you" Larry said while leading us towards the master bedroom.

As we entered the room I remarked "Oooh Sam look you guys have a gallery and a fireplace with some kind of dead animal in front of it."

"Yes, its damn sweet" Dean said looking around. Larry motioned me outside to show my room.

"Moving on this is your room Yamini and you're gonna love it " said Larry cutting in. He led us to a room which was straight opposite to the boys' room . I did love it since it was nice warm and cozy with another small gallery with a small table and chair next to it. I closed the door as Larry and the boys left to their rooms. I decided to have a bath since taking a nap was no longer an option. As the lukewarm water hit my back I felt relaxed. The burden on my shoulders lifted and I felt it was okay to cry.

Larry had opened up too many closed wounds. I remembered that day.

I and Yash were kids, we were playing in the garden and my mum called us back home. We found it weird since it was like just a few minutes ago that we had started playing. As we were walking back home Yash looked at me and said 'do you think dad is angry?'

'Don't say that, remember what mommy told you? She told you that he loves you no matter what you see in your dreams.'

'But Yamini you saw those things too why don't you tell them that' we had reached the door.

Mom opened the door and led both of us to the study. Uncle was sitting there with dad. I ran towards uncle and he picked me up in his arms. I looked towards Yash and he was stuck there and cowering near the closed door. My uncle put me down and went towards Yash. He said to him

'Yash my boy there's nothing to be afraid of. Your father has told me about your dreams. There's nothing wrong about dreams son. But if those dreams keep you awake or show you things that aren't there then it's a problem.'

'Those aren't dreams. They are real...Yamini please tell them' it was my turn to cower now.

'Now Yash you cannot pressure others okay. Let's go on the sofa we will try to figure why are you seeing these things okay' Uncle said to him.

'No Nooo...you can't do this...Yamini' my dad took me by my hand and sent me out of the room and closed the door on my face. I kept banging in the door.

'Open up please don't hurt him'

I heard a soft singing in the background. I went to find the source. I saw my mom in kitchen cutting something but she was holding the knife upside down as though stabbing it. 'Ma, please tell daddy to open up. I wanna be with Yash'

'You shouldn't worrysss about him deariessss' I saw that it wasn't my mum. She looked like herself but her eyes were dark and she had his smile. I saw her running towards me with the knife. I left the kitchen and began running. I realized that I was in my nightmare. As I reached the living room I saw a shard of glass in the table. I took it in my hand and closed my fist tightly.

I opened my eyes to see that I was back in the bathroom with a bloody hand. I cleaned my wound and figured it wasn't that bad. I figured everyone would have had their nap and decided to make coffee for myself and others. As I opened the door I saw that Dean was standing right outside facing me.

"Hey, I just figured that...you have some of my stuff"

"Really okay, come on in and have a look"

I closed the door behind me and pulled Dean closer to me. He crashed against me and I kissed him. Dean was more than eager to comply with this request. My hands were in his hairs and his were beneath my t-shirt pulling me closer towards him. You had to give it to the guy he was a great kisser.

All of a sudden we heard a knock on the door and Sam yelled from outside "hey Yamini do you need coffee?"

"Uh...yeah" I replied hastily.

"Great, I'll put a pot on and can you check on Larry and ask if he needs it too please."

"Okay" I said and saw Dean shaking his violently and mouthing NO.

I pushed him back and mouthed back YES. He raised his hands in the air in a gesture of giving up. I went to check on Larry. He was sleeping peacefully. I mean I was the best person to figure out whether someone was sleeping peacefully.

"Is he breathing?" Dean whispered from behind me.

"Haha very not funny Dean. Let's get some coffee"

We entered the kitchen which was entirely black including the cutlery. Dean whistled as he looked around the place.

"This guy is really something. Seems like a real hotshot artsy kinda guy. Did you guys look at his picture? At first I thought it was Andy Warhol" Sam said looking around too.

"Really like the alien from Men In Black. All I can say is that this guy is a class A douche."

"Hahaha" I laughed at this, I liked this thing about Dean if he hated something he would never sugar coat it.

"Yamini don't encourage him" Sam said with an air of exasperation.

"Come on Sam, the guy's a fashion photographer. Firstly" I said pointing to myself "I clearly don't care for fashion. Plus the guy is responsible for objectifying women and also portraying and unhealthy image for women." I pointed to a picture of a model that had extremely long legs and was extremely thin. Sam just shrugged his shoulders and Dean was holding the bridge between his eyes. "What?" I asked. "It's like you're never off isn't it. Everything has to mean something"

"Dean it the same as you, you cannot stop being a superhero I cannot stop being a feminist"

"Hey by the way Yamini, you do not have to cook okay. I mean I realize that all these revelations must be like too much for you" Sam said. He was such a considerate person I thought to myself.

"Awww that's sweet Sam but trust me the meal is going to be epic."

"Really why?" Dean piped in.

"Well cause I have created my best meals when I'm under pressure or really stressed"

"Really so it's like an escape mechanism" Dean observed.

"Oh so it's like when Dean repairs his car or when he cleans his weapons" Sam said. "So do you need any help?"

"Of course but can you guys cook?" I asked looking skeptically at them. Meanwhile, Sam and Dean were juggling onions and tomatoes among themselves. They both stopped and looked at me.

Dean came forward "how would you like your onions julienne or finely diced?"

I was really impressed by the fact that he could name those two types of cuts. But I decided not to show that and said smugly "finely diced"

So Dean took a knife and in two minutes cuts the most finely chopped onions I have seen outside of TV. As I graciously accepted the plate of chopped onions looking absolutely impressed. Sam throws his hands up and says "well you certainly have help now. I'm going back to research"

"Oh come on Sammy"

"Yeah Sam you know too much research can send you in all the wrong directions. Maybe we should take stock of things" I said while opening the bags up.

"Ohhkay, that's exactly what I didn't mean" Dean said making a frowning face.

"Well too bad, I think Yamini is right" Sam said walking over and standing next to me. Dean was busy washing the rice.

"Well one thing is clear that Megan was in a witches Coven" Dean said matter of factly.

"Exactly, I think it's also clear that she had something to do with the deaths in your family especially your father's"

"How come?" I asked looking at Sam.

"Oh come on Yaminee that whole ceremony that Larry saw was classic witchcraft practice to avenge a witch's insult."

"Wait does that mean she tried to do something to my mum as well"

"No I don't think so Yamini, she was tricked into killing your father. Remember Larry told us that she tried to talk to your brother after your mum's death but he didn't listen. I think she realized that she had been tricked and when she decided to come clean but she was killed before she could tell him"

"She was tricked but why and who would kill her? I thought she set herself on fire." I said looking puzzled.

"Larry told us that she was set on fire. And remember when she handed Larry the diary, Karmen was watching her. She would've finished her then and there itself but there were too many people. And also remember he told us that he saw Kate on the terrace of the gym. The Coven got rid of her before she spilled the beans." Sam said.

"We didn't find any diary among your brother's things or Megan's." Dean said while cutting the tomatoes.

"But then all these girls are dead. So who killed them then?" I asked.

"That's what we need to figure out. I think we need to figure out where the diary that Megan gave is? Maybe that has some clues" Sam said.

"Hey Yaminee, What was that premonition thing?"

"Premonition!? What are you talking about?" I said shifting in my place.

"Oh come on Yamini, Larry told us about Yash was worried about his dreams coming true?"

"I don't know what you are talking about" I said curtly.

Dean and Sam came close to me and stood close to me. I was busy stirring the curry pot and ignoring the fact that there were two pairs of eyes who were scrutinizing me.

I looked up "okay guys, see we were twins okay. I too could see things...but...I was afraid to say...I always wanted to be daddy's good girl. I just flatly refused when my uncle asked me if I saw anything. Then over the years I guess I ignored my powers into oblivion. But for Yash it wasn't that easy you see. He had to be put through therapy and medication. In fact that was the reason why none of the others ever figured that it was something different or weird. For my uncle and dad my brother had probably taken drugs which had somehow triggered the schizophrenia...haha..." I laughed dryly and continued "such a load of bullcrap"

"Hey don't beat yourself about it. You were a kid okay" Dean said stroking my back.

"You know what that kind of clears up a few things" Sam said looking up.

"Yeah like what?"

"Well, I always thought that why was the demon haunting you as well?" Sam said looking at my puzzled expressions.

"So you were a twin right, see many cultures believe that twins share a soul. And when Yash jumped off the window he thought that with him dying the demon would stop haunting his family. But with you still here he still has a window into this world."

"Oh God, wait did you just say a demon" I said looking with my eyes wide.

"Yeah, see the 3ks were a coven. They summoned a demon and probably used your family as sacrifice. I think demon wanted to possess your brother but when Yash jumped off thinking that he would have stopped the demon. Huh...but I guess since you two share a soul he is trying to possess you instead."