Chapter 8 – Remembering

Dean gripped Sam by the arm, forcing him down the street. They walked in silence until they got to Lita's building.

"We are going to talk about this privately," Dean cursed, swinging the door open.

He pushed Sam through and followed him to the elevators. Sam clenched his chiselled jaw, wanting to speak, but the look in Dean's eyes held his tongue.

Dean produced a key to Lita's apartment. The older brother shoved Sammy inside; Dean slammed the door behind him.

Both boys made themselves at home on the couch. Dean faced Sam.

"Talk," Dean commanded, "From the beginning, from when God zapped you."

"Why?" Sam crossed his arms; he suddenly didn't feel like talking.

"Because I'm drawing a blank. You want to kill Serena, OUR Serena. Something must have happened in purgatory for you to sputter such nonsense. Talk!" Dean ordered.

Sam squirmed in his seat, gathering his thoughts. "Fine."

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Sam and Serena crashed to the ground, white seeds from dandelions billowed around them.

"Sam?" Serena groaned from underneath him.

"Serena?" Sam pulled back just enough to make sure the girl beneath him could breathe.

Serena brought up her hands and traced his face with her fingers.

"You saved me," Serena whispered in awe. "Why?"

"I don't know," Sam gulped, staring into her beautiful blue eyes, he just couldn't look away.

Sam licked his dry lips as he slowly lowered his lips towards hers. They were a breath width apart when they heard a roar in the distance.

"What was that?" Serena pushed Sam off of her, jumping to her feet. "We're not in hell anymore."

Sam got up onto his feet, wiping the dirt off his pants, he glanced around the forest, "where do you think we are?"

"Don't know. The last thing I remember is God slamming me with light, but you jumped in the way," Serena explained, dusting herself off.

"Did the light hurt you," Her eyes scanned Sam for injury.

"No."

Another roar, but it sounded closer as if it was coming straight for them.

"I think we better leave, we have no weapons," Sam said, grabbing Serena's hand.

Their feet took off like lightning, but the two vampires were fast on their trails.

"Vamps!" Serena screamed, eyeing a fast silhouette on the right, behind a canopy of trees.

Sam nodded as his eyes caught the one on the left of them.

"It's a trap," Sam warned, vampires hunt in packs, they never hunt in pairs, "We must be near a nest."

Serena agreed, veering right towards the vampire, "Let's surprise him. I ain't dying today."

Her fingers lost their grip on Sam's; she shot off after the vampire, plowing into the vamp's gut. They both skid across the ground, hitting rocks and dirt, but Serena's nimble fingers made sure to catch a big rock on their slide.

"Serena!" Sam hollered as he raced towards them.

The girl took no time in smashing the vampire in the head with the rock, repeatedly. She straddled the vampire, and let the rock swing down, tears pooling down her cheeks. Serena has had enough of all the monsters; she just wanted it to stop.

By the time Sam got to her, the monster's head had resembled playdough, but still, Serena continued smashing downwards with her rock. Blood matted her cheeks, the ground, but it didn't stop her.

Sam grabbed her arms before she could hit the monster in the head again, "It's over. Stop!"

Serena stared at Sam, her eyes wild with the need to kill, to hunt.

Sam took the rock out of her hand before wrapping his arms around her body.

"It's okay. We're safe," Sam cooed.

"For how long, Sam? Where are we? I just want to rest." Serena half-screamed half-whispered, "One minute we're in Hell, fighting. The next we are in a forest with monsters. When will this end?"

Sam didn't have words for her; this was something he asked himself, time and time again. When will it end? This was not the life he'd chosen for himself.

Before all this, he was going to be a lawyer, marry Jessica, and live his life. But now, Jessica died, his dad is dead, everyone was dying around him, and he couldn't stop it.

"Let's find somewhere to stay for the night," Sam coaxed Serena off the dead vampire, and they strolled further into the woods.

The second vampire did not follow but ran back to her nest; there was something new in purgatory.

Sam found a small cave, no bigger than a one-bedroom apartment, in New York, it was cramp, but doable.

Serena sat in the corner, her knees to her chest, her honeycomb hair falling like a shadow over her face.

Sam got busy and quickly built a small fire.

"We must be back on earth, there has got to be a town near here," Sam said, poking a stick at the fire.

"Do you honestly believe God would send us back to earth," Serena mumbled through her hair. "He's not that nice; he's an asshat."

Sam chuckled at her words; she reminded him of Dean at times.

"Serena?"

Serena didn't part her hair, or look at Sam, she just sat stiffly on the ground, pretending not to hear Sam.

"Serena, I know you can hear me. I think it's time you tell me the whole story, don't you?" Sam tried again.

This time Serena parted her hair, and blue orbs stole Sam's breath away.

"Everything's messed up anyway. Do you think you can handle the truth?" Serena warned.

Her words chilled him to the bone, but he nodded, he needed to know who this girl was and why he had risked his life to save her.

Taking a deep breath, Serena told him everything, how they'd met, fallen for each other, how Lucifer controlled him and her and about Michael. She didn't leave a damn thing out, and by the end, Sam's face paled as his knees couldn't take his weight, crumbling to the ground.

"So you and me…" Sam coughed.

Serena nodded, "we loved each other, I think, but that was many lifetimes ago."

"I said yes to Lucifer," Sam cursed out.

"You didn't have a choice; I don't think. Lucifer is a son-of-a-bitch, and he played mind games with both of us." Serena cursed his name.

She wiped unbidden tears from her eyes, "I know you don't love me, and that's fine. But I had to tell you everything."

Sam scooted over to the blonde hair beauty until their shoulders touched.

"In my heart, I knew I had to save you. I might not love you, but I could learn." Sam cooed, moving the hair away from her face, tucking it behind her right ear.

He leaned in close and captured her lips. They were dry and cracked, but feeling her lips on his made his heart soar.

His fingers quickly shuffled themselves within her hair, pulling her closer to his body.

Serena was only happy to oblige his request. Her heart skipped a beat as he licked her lower lip. She gasped as his tongue enter her mouth, tasting the sweet flavour of Sam, put her mind into meltdown mode. She couldn't stop herself as she straddled his legs, pushing her chest up against his.

Their tongues…

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"Wait. Wait. Wait," Dean interrupted Sam, "Do I really need the gritty details of you and Serena, bumping uglies?"

Sam blushed, coughed, "I'll skip over that."

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We stayed in the cave for the night. The next morning we were rudely awakened by five vampires, staring at us from the entrance of the cave.

"Shit!" both cried out.

Serena was quick to dress with Sam fast behind her.

"Look at what we have here, humans," The woman on the right, laughed, "Tastey humans, I bet."

"You look surprised," Serena called to the woman.

The woman twirled her dirty strawberry hair around her index finger.

"I am. We don't get a balanced diet here in purgatory. No fresh meat," The vampire laughed.

"Did she just say purgatory?" Sam coughed, straightening his flannel shirt.

"Yup." Serena wasn't liking where this was leading. They were no longer on earth.

"We can kill you right now, but I think mom would want to see you," The girl cackled, "right guys?"

Her minions laughed in response.

"Mom?" Serena scoffed, "Do vampires have moms?

"Everyone has a mom, including monsters," The redhead bit out, "I'm Jazzy, this is my group. Come with us peacefully, or die." She shrugged her shoulders.

"The second option, please," Serena gritted her teeth.

"Do you think that's a good idea, Serena?" Sam whispered in her ear, "We have no weapons."

"Improvise," Serena shrugged, "I'm not going to mom; she will be worse than these guys."

Sam agreed, looking around the cave for a weapon. There's sticks, rocks, and dirt, nothing else.

"Slim pickings," Sam muttered.

Serena eyed the group, two men on the right with a long sword and an axe. Jazzy and the other two women had daggers.

"Pair off; you take the girls, I'll take the guys?" Serena offered.

"What?" Sam was confused by her words.

"Okay, you get the guys, I get the girls," Serena countered. "They've got weapons."

For the first time, Sam could read Serena's mind, knowing her thoughts.

Without another word, Serena charged Jazzy, drop kicking her in the chest. Sam was quick to follow and swept the guy (holding the axe) feet.

Serena curled her fingers into a fist and decked the blonde girl to the right, and elbows the dark-haired girl on the left. She stomped on Jazzy stomach as Serena's hands gripped the blonde-hair girl's, tearing the dagger out of her hand and embedded in the brunette's chest.

Sam ducked as the sword wheezed passed his head. He rolled onto his knees, grabbing the axe from the fallen vampire. He played tug of war with the axe-man. With a swift kick to the face, the axe came free from the vamp. Sam swiped the axe, and it clanged with the sword.

Sam pushed back, getting onto his feet as he forced the vampire to back up. They swung against each other, and another clang rang out through the forest.

Serena rolled, dodging the claws of Jazzy as she jumped back onto her feet.

"You bitch," Jazzy swore, wiping a dribble of blood from the side of her lip. "Get her girls."

Both girls attacked at once, Serena still had their daggers, and she sliced the air with them, trying to keep them back.

The crystal in her heart, beats angrily against her chest, wanting to get free. Powers coursed through her veins, charging up Serena's hands, the metal of the dagger glowed white. She plunged the glowing dagger into the blonde-haired vampire, and the vamp exploded into tiny pieces.

The other two female vampires' eyes bulged out of their heads. They took off for the hills, running into the forest without looking back.

When Serena turned to Sam, both male vampires were dead, and he was holding an axe in his hands with blood on his right cheek.

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"Wow, wow, wow. Serena light sabred their asses? Dean chuckled, wishing he could have seen that fight.

"Not the point Dean," Sam coughed, shifting in his seat.

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Both Serena and Sam decided that staying there was not an option since the vampires knew where the cave was. So, they took off, wandering the woods.

"How did you do that?" Sam questioned.

"The crystal," Serena touched her chest lightly, "It's a part of me."

The conversation didn't pick up, and they succumb to silence. Day, soon turned into night as they stumbled across the forest floor, with no end in sight. There were no more caves to hide, and the forest kept getting thicker and thicker the further into it they went.

"We should stop for the night," Serena slumped onto a log, "we've been walking for hours."

"What about the vampires? They are still out there," Sam glimpsed through the dense canopy, seeing nothing.

"If we don't rest, we won't be able to fight them in the daylight," Serena cursed out. "I'll take first watch."

Goosebumps crawled up Sam's skin as the wind whipped his hair. It was cold, and they had no heat. Reluctantly, Sam sat beside Serena on the log.

"Only a couple hours," Sam voiced, he crossed his arms over his chest, and bent his chin, closing his eyes.

Serena's blue orbs scanned every inch of Sam's body, his breathing slow and cumbersome. His wavy hair, falling over his eyes. His high cheekbones, all the way to his pouty lips.

Rustling in the bushes brought her out of her stupor. Serena picked up the axe, and slowly did a perimeter check around their little log, only going a mile away from Sam, keeping an eye out for vampires.

Yellow eyes from time to time would peek from the dense woods, but no beasts came forth.

Four hours later, Sam woke and took his watch.

They spent two days in the forest, being watched, but never hunted. Snakes of all sizes littered the ground, red and black, gross if you ask Serena, but she stepped over them with ease.

On the third day, they finally made it into a clearing.

"Finally, the sun!" Serena basked in the warm glow. Walking in the dense forest kept the sun at bay, so it was a relief to feel the rays on their skin.

The only problem was the wendigos and a horde of vampires waiting for them. They had more weapons and numbers. Fifteen vampires stood in a semi-circle around Serena and Sam, and four wendigos stood off from the group.

"Shit!" Sam shouted, "We are not going to survive this."

"Then, we run!" Serena grabbed Sam's hand, and they took off back into the forest.

They jumped over rocks, bushes and fallen logs, their legs pumping hard as they panted for air, but with the horde behind them, they dared not falter. Up ahead, there's a fork in the road. Without looking at each other, their fingers parted as Serena took a right, and Sam took a left.

This forced the horde to break up into twos, and Sam gasped for air, the axe steady in his hand, he saw a wendigo coming up on his left. He swung his axe, chopping off the head of the monster. Unfortunately, his actions fumbled his feet, and Sam tripped, tumbling to the ground. He was quick to get up on his feet, but the horde of vampires surrounded him. There was no escape.

"Mother wants him alive," Jazzy waltzed to the front, "She's got plans for this one."

Axe ready, Sam swung, cutting an arm off a vampire to his right, and he kept swinging, but they were many, while he was one. The horde seized him, punching Sam in the stomach three or four times, and holding his arms. Jazzy came forward, lifting his chin; his green eyes burned into hers.

"Where's the girl?" Jazzy asked sweetly.

"Go to hell," Sam spat.

"I wish!" Jazzy punched Sam in the nose twice, before headbutting him.

Sam's head dropped, as blood oozed from his nose. The vampires had to hold up his unconscious body.

"Take him to mother," Jazzy ordered.

Sam woke up hours later, chained to the wall. His legs, spread-eagled, while his arms chained above his head. He cracked opened his eyes to see he was in a room adorned with gold and gems.

"Where am I?" He muttered.

"My poor baby," a woman cooed to his right.

His hazel eyes took in the black-haired beauty with pale skin and abyss eyes.

"My children can play rough at times," she cooed.

Her cold index finger traced the line of his jaw. "Where is the girl?"

Sam tried to pull away from her touch but found he couldn't move.

"Strong silent type, aren't we," Eve gave a chase kiss to his cheek. "I thought you had a thing for monsters."

Sam narrowed his eyes at the witch, "Monsters are disgusting."

"Really?" Eve laughed. "I have eyes everywhere, and it seems you've enjoyed my children far too much."

"I don't understand?" Sam choked on his words.

"The girl, the special girl you were with, she's mine," Eve whispered into his ear. "One of my children."

Sam's body tensed as she spoke, and he shook his head vigorously, refusing her words.

"No, Serena is not a monster," Sam hissed through clenched teeth.

"Serena is it," Eve purred, "I am Eve mother of monsters, I know my own children."

"She will destroy you," Sam spat, fighting with his chains fruitlessly.

"We shall see. Serena is very special to me. She's a monster not of my making, but God's. Only monsters can come to my realm," Eve explained, "she may be the key to me leaving this place."

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Sam sighed, his lips clamped shut. He didn't want to finish the story. His mind filled with all the horrendous things Eve had done to him. He pushed her wandering fingers and harsh words from his mind, as he shivered.

"Serena is a monster; Eve told me herself," Sam continued, "We have to kill her."

Dean mulled over his brother's words, wondering if Eve was telling Sammy the truth. Was Serena really a monster? Could he kill her?

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Eve poured the blood of the innocence into the ditch in front of her.

"So pure," Eve mumbled as another three kids are sacrificed. "It's almost time." Another tremor shook the ground, and the hole got wider. She could see her beloved monsters waiting for her to free them from purgatory.

"Bring out the two teens with power," Eve called to her minions.

Two burly men shuffled off, only to return with an aqua hair beauty, her hair gripped in the man's hand, as her eyes squinted at Eve, but she showed no fear. Next to her was a woman, or maybe a man, Eve couldn't decide. Short blonde hair teased over her eyes, she was tall, had a runner's build, but her square jaw and high cheekbones, confused the Mother of Monsters, as the girl looked like she had both male and female attributes.

"I need you to transform," Eve walked towards her captives.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Michiru hissed out.

"Strong, but are you strong enough," Eve pinched Michiru's cheeks.