Chapter 26

As the evening shadows crept in and sky turned from pink to dark blue, I stood there listening to Sam with my eyes wide. What had Yash got himself mixed up in? I thought to myself.

"It smells divine in here" the three of us turned around to see Larry at the kitchen doorway with a sleepy face and worst case of bed hair I had seen.

"Hey you're up" Sam said.

"Yeah you were sleeping so peacefully we figured we will wake you up once I…I mean after we were done" I said cleaning up the platform and trying not to look at Sam and Dean who clearly annoyed at not mentioning their help.

"Jeez, thanks guys. Normally, I would have felt bad for asking my guests to cook but I'm not…" he said bending over the fridge. "…because I have brought this" he said getting up and closing the fridge door with something in his hand.

"PIE!" Dean said loudly.

"Oh great you guys like it. I was not sure whether you like it or not" Larry said obviously pleased by Dean's reaction.

"Like it, Dean is bonkers about this" I said trying to control my laughter.

"Shut up Yaminee"

"Anyways let's eat I'm starving" Sam said as he finished setting the table.

"Okay I'll get it over" I said reaching for the pot.

"No need," Dean said coming over and taking the pot from my hands.

I smiled at him and went over to sit at the table.

"So guys what will you guys be having white or red wine?"

"Yamini I know you take white wine"

"Wow wine, Sammy our times have certainly changed" Dean said smiling at Sam.

Sam smiled and pulled a chair next to me. I served everyone and then took some for me. I saw that both the guys looking at me with awe.

"Guys dig in, that's how Indians serve food. The chef always is last to taste their own food. And they always serve the guests first."

The boys shrugged their shoulders together and began to eat. As I took in my first morsel of food my analytical brain was put in motion. I began to judge the different tastes. In my head I was checking the boxes for salt, pepper, the heat from chilies, did the yogurt balance it? Was the rice was cooked? And wondered had the chicken cooked or not? All of a sudden as I picked up the wine glass to wash down my first morsel I heard to very manly moans. I looked up and saw both Sam and Dean had closed their eyes and seem to be lost somewhere. They had forgotten the fact that they were at a table with people. I blushed furiously as I heard them moan. This wasn't the first time that I had heard them moan but it was certainly the first time they were moaning together.

"Okay so I guess the food is great" Larry said trying to controlling his laughter. It seemed like someone had slapped the both of them awake from whatever dream world they were in. They both blushed and looked at me and Larry.

"This is the greatest meal of our lives" Sam said.

"Yaminee, if I knew you could cook so well I would've never spent all that money feeding you...I mean God this is so good"

"Yeah my mom was a great cook herself and she was really making sure that I wasn't gonna be a bad wife who couldn't feed her husband."

"It was really weird how even though your mum was white she had become the quintessential Indian mom." Larry chimed in.

"That was all thanks to my granny (my dad's mum) and the fact that my mom was born in an Indian dominated area in England."

"So you're are part Indian and part English" Sam observed.

"Nah I'm an American, period. I think where you're born is your homeland" I said.

"Wow that's really simplified and truthful definition" Sam said raising his glass to me. "Yeah unless you're born on an international flight" Larry said smiling

"Buddy defining your identity will be the last of your problems" Dean said taking a large sip of his wine.

We all laughed at Dean's quip. The dinner was quite happy affair. We all seemed to have forgotten our gory past and uncertain futures. We laughed, enjoyed the food and the silly banter. The memory of my demon and the scars on my body became a like a bad dream in that moment. Both Sam and Dean looked well fed and seemed to be ready to hit the hay. Larry got up and began clearing the plates.

"Hey Larry, I'll help you clean" I said rising from my chair.

"No guys please let us help too" Sam said holding my hand.

I looked up at him and saw that he was a bit tipsy too and was smiling at me for no reason.

"Really Sam, maybe you and Dean should head out to bed. We will take care of things here. You two look like a couple of kids after a good dinner anyways" I said pointing towards Dean who was finding it too hard to keep his eyes open. Dean and Sam pushed off to bed.

After the boys left I and Larry headed towards the kitchen. "So are they really your cousins?" Larry asked taking the dish from my hands.

"Why would you ask that?"

"Oh, just that I saw the look on his face when he held your hand. And as far I'm concerned that wasn't a brotherly look"

I blushed at this and cleared my throat but did not reply to anything.

"Well I'm glad you met someone. I had actually thought you either end up as an angry spinster or a lesbian" Larry said laughing at his own joke.

I put on a fake shocked expression on my face.

"What with your dry humor and hardcore feminist vibe, I thought you were done for" Larry said trying to cover his laughter.

"Hey don't think that because my hands are covered in soap I won't hit you very hard" I said raising my lather covered hand from the sink. He backed off in mock defeat.

"So which of two handsome gents are you shagging?" Larry said smirking.

I always forgot that Larry was British mainly cos he never had that very peculiar accent but sometimes (like now) it came out in its full vigor.

"Well a gentleman must never ask...and a lady never tells" I said rolling my eyes and giving a slanting smile.

"Bloody hell, you little slut...you're shagging them both" he said looking at me in shock.

"Hey! Those were difficult circumstances" I said looking at him.

"Okay, and I'm to believe their stellar looks and six packs had nothing to do with it. I'm sorry about saying this again...but seriously both of them" Larry said trying hopelessly to mask his amazement.

"Fine it had a little impact" I said blushing furiously.

"Thank you" Larry said all of a sudden.

"What for?"

"For taking my mind off the weird situation we are in...You know any other external help my mind" Larry said looking down.

"external help...like what? " I asked looking up in curiosity.

"Don't judge me okay. But I found this drug from my dealer that keeps me wide awake and alert. I found it like two nights ago wandering the street when I bumped into my dealer in the park" If this was another time I would have judged him to damnation but this time I did not judge Larry at all. I knew what it meant to be living with these nightmares. I knew how bad was the need to be alert and avoiding sleep at any cost. I touched my burn wound only to realize how badly i wanted something like that drug.

I held his hand said "I want it Larry". The desperation in my voice must have been evident. Larry looked up at me and said "do you want tea? It is best administered with tea." Larry replied trying to answer the question.

"Yes"

"Okay you go ahead in my bedroom. It's gonna be a long night" he said smiling at me.

I went to Larry's room and sat on his bed. As soon as I sat down I realized how tired I was. My felt loose and it took all my strength to stand up and sit down on the floor. As I sat down I saw Larry's diary. I stretched my hand to touch it. When I touched the cover of the diary I felt the cover was coming out. When I tried to press it back down I realized that there was another cover beneath it. I removed the cover to see that there was another cover made of embossed leather. I realized that this wasn't the diary I had given to Larry. I wondered why Larry would hide a diary. Just then the lights went dim and I heard the door open. I saw that Larry had entered the room. I sat back straight.

"Here we go" he said placing the two cups in front of me.

He sat next to me and said "well it doesn't really taste that good but it works like magic. Cheers!"

"Cheers! Here's to no more nightmares and more sleepless nights" I said raising the cup.

I had the first sip of the tea which tasted frankly like nothing. Though it did have an after taste lilac.

"I tastes like nothing and has aftertaste of lilacs"

"I know that"

"Hey by the way whose diary is it?"

"You didn't figure whose it is?"

"What do you mean?"

With this he looked at me and I saw his eyes were jet black. It tried to move back and realized that my hand was touching the handle of something. I pulled it out and I saw a knife. It was the same knife I saw in the hospital when I went see Keira. He opened his mouth and black smoke came out. I saw the smoke was whirling near the ceiling. Then suddenly there was darkness.