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Chapter 12

Sam was the first to open his eyes. The gold chain still dangled from his fingers where he stood next to Isabeau who was holding the coin between her fingers, while holding the lantern up in the other hand. It was mere seconds since he picked up that chain but it felt like a lifetime had flashed before his eyes. Time stood still as he looked down at her. She looked so soft and beautiful.

The feeling hit him like a freight train. Everything that Thomas felt for Aryana rushed through him and he gasped for air and while the emotions gushed over him like a tsunami, her eyes fluttered open and she looked up to him. He let go of the chain and reached for the lantern, gently taking it from her hand, he placed it on the floor behind the bed. Isabeau looked at the coin in her hand. It was still light to the touch, like a feather. The only weight added to it was the chain.

She was still waking up from her vision as she watched the lantern move past her. Sam seemed so confident and strong; his movements flowing and graceful. The strangest sensation bubbled up inside of her. She's never felt anything like it before. Focusing beyond the coin, she noticed the skeletons on the bed and an immense sadness briefly washed over her. They loved each other till death. Movement next to her interrupted her thoughts and she looked up into hazel heaven staring down at her.

Her heart was racing as she stared into Sam's eyes, her breath catching as she noticed how beautiful they were. The coin slipped from her hand and softly landed on the bed. Not taking his eyes off Isabeau's, Sam moved forward without hesitation. He cupped her face with one hand, his thumb brushing across her cheekbone as Isabeau leaned into his warm touch. She placed one hand on his chest. His strong heartbeat pulsed underneath her fingers and only one word kept flashing through her mind 'Just breathe'. Her other hand found its way into his long, soft hair, tangled through them slowly and gripping him ever so tightly. His other arm wound around her waist, and time stood still again. He crowded her space and enveloped her body with his as he leaned down and tenderly placed his lips against hers. It was chaste and sweet and so stunningly perfect.

His body was warm and welcoming. She kissed him back softly, letting the tingling euphoria he had set off in her spread to the ends of her limbs as butterflies erupted inside her lower regions. He pulled back for a moment; both gasping for air before Sam surged forward, kissing her again with no more hesitation. It started out so pure and Isabeau's lips were so soft and warm and perfect, she got lost in the motion of it, thinking absolutely nothing of it when he sucked her bottom lip between his teeth and she moaned as his tongue swept past her lips and into her mouth.

He deeply kissed her in slow motion, exploring every inch before committing to it. Isabeau frantically tried to remember how to breathe as Sam's kisses deepened. He was everywhere, occupying every part of her. She tried to kiss him back just as feverish, grabbing onto his shirt, just in case he might let go.

"So sweet," Sam moaned, brushing his hand over her hair, feeling her melt further into his side. His words lit something inside her that she could not explain. Waves of satisfaction and gratification washed through her and pooled between her legs. A small cry escaped her lips as she broke from his kiss, trying to catch her breath, and to understand what was happening.

"So beautiful," Sam's voice was hoarse and breathy, and he smiled as his hands found her cheeks again and he ran his thumb along her bottom lip, slightly swollen from his kisses. Isabeau closed her eyes and let the sensation wash over her.

She's been kissed before but never like that. This was something new. This was heaven. Maybe the previous attempts were simply boys in training. Sam was more than just a boy. She could tell by the way he handled himself; by the way he held her and kissed her. She wanted more. She needed more. She never understood what everyone was going on about, even Andrea. The way she tried to describe kissing Pieter. Isabeau could never grasp it but suddenly everything seemed crystal clear. And it was like a drug she could never get enough of. She needed to taste him again.

Sam's thumb lingered on her lips and she looked up through her eyelashes at him. His eyes were dark and intense staring down at her. Her lips were tingling. It felt unreal. Everywhere his hands touched her, the same tingling sensation lingered. It drove her crazy. She needed more.

"Sam," she whispered, laying her palm against his cheek. His skin was warm to the touch and the tingling sensation ran through her fingertips up her arms.

"Iz," he breathed out, not taking his eyes from her.

"Do you feel that?" she asked, not moving her hand.

"What do you feel?" he replied softly as he held her in the circle of his arms.

"Everything feels alive. My face, my lips, my entire body. It feels like electricity is dancing on my skin." She breathed out.

"Yeah," he smiled. "It's an awesome feeling."

"Is it magic?" She quickly glanced around the room. They were still inside the cabin and since she knew her magic didn't work inside, she was slightly confused.

"You never felt this before?" He asked, curiously looking at her. Though he's been in love before, this sensation was not completely foreign to him. He's felt it before with Jess, though it was never this strong.

"No." She shook her head, a slight frown appeared between her eyes and Sam couldn't help himself. He bent down and gently kissed her forehead. She sighed into his touch. He brushed his lips over the side of her face, past her ear, down her jaw and neckline, stopping at the V of her dress. Isabeau groaned when he lift his head and softly kissed her on the lips again.

"I guess there's a first time for everything." He said softly, pressing his forehead against hers.

"Will you teach me?" She asked. He simply smiled as he pulled her closer to him, leaning against the bedpost, crashing his lips against hers once more.

It felt like hours have passed before they broke apart yet again. They've moved to sitting on the bed. Careful to not disturb the other two people occupying the space, they were neither tired, hungry nor worn out. Isabeau was straddling Sam. Her dress spread out like a tent over her bent legs. Sam growled as the pressure in his pants grew by the minute. Their bodies were flushed against each other, heated through their clothes as they held each other close. Sam's hands roamed over her back, sliding up and down her bent legs and once or twice his one hand would dip under the seam of her dress, sliding up her leg. Isabeau became aware of his warm hand against her lower back, skin on skin. She pulled back and looked him in the eyes.

"Uhm, Sam…I…"

"Shhh," Sam moaned against her mouth.

She let him kiss her some more and his thumb moved over the rim of her underwear, gently pulling down.

Isabeau pulled away again, blushing furiously.

"Sam, wait."

Bending her arm back she pulled his hand away from her dress. Not quite knowing what to say, she closed her eyes and rested her head against his broad chest. It felt like home. Safe and warm and everything she never knew she needed.

Sam sighed deeply for a moment but held her close. He was so caught up in the feeling that he completely forgot where they were. Yes, he wanted her but he also wanted to savor everything about her. He wasn't mad about her stopping him. He actually respected that.

Thoughts of Aryana and Thomas suddenly flashed through her mind and she pulled away from Sam and looked over her shoulder.

"We should bury them, Sam. They deserve to be buried together." She slid off his lap and stood next to the bed, pulling on her dress to make sure everything was covered as it should be. But she avoided his eyes.

"They're not hunters, but I think a hunter's funeral would be fitting." He said, standing next to her.

"Hunter's funeral?" she asked, still not looking at him.

"Uhm, we build a pyre with wood and then we prepare the bodies in linen and place them on top and burn it." Sam looked at her, knowing it might be a shocking idea to someone not used to this kind of thing. Her hair was out of place where his hands roamed, her face was flushed and she was biting her lower lip.

Lost in thought for a moment, Isabeau looked at the remains on the bed before shaking her head.

"What if we built a float or something on the lake and lay them on it. Isn't that more fitting? I saw it in a movie once." She said softly.

"You know, you're right. It would be more fitting. I think it's actually a Norse burial custom." Sam said, pulling her close. "I'm not sure if we have the right wood for the beams, though."

Hesitantly she looked up to him. She was still chewing on her lower lip. Sam gently bent down and kissed her softly. "I'm sorry about earlier." He said, brushing his thumb over her lip.

"I…uhm…I." she didn't know what to say. How could she put it into words, after they just kissed each other senseless? She didn't want him to push her away or think bad things about her but she also couldn't lie to him.

"What's wrong?" Sam tilted her head back, forcing her to look at him.

"I-I'm still a …uhm…" she tried to look away but he wouldn't let her. "I haven't been with a uhm… a guy before."

Sam stared at her for a moment. His eyes wide with wonder. Could it be? That she was still a virgin? He couldn't believe it.

"Never?"

"Uhm, no?" she looked away blushing.

"Hey, it's okay." He smiled, turning her head back to him. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. You're beautiful and smart and I will never force you to do something you are not ready for."

"Really? It's not a problem?" She bit her lip again.

Sam softly kissed her on the cheek and smiled. "Not a problem at all."

"Okay," she smiled at him and let out the breath she's been holding before she turned around and stepped towards the door. "Come, let's go build that float outside, then we can come back for their bodies."

She led the way and Sam followed. Though everything seemed the same outside the cabin, Sam looked at it with new eyes since he's seen it through Thomas' vision. They stopped under the Willow tree where Thomas showed Aryana how to catch the fish.

"Here," he said, stopping on the shore looking out over the peaceful lake.

"Will you draw me a picture on the mud so I know what I have to make?" she asked.

He bent down and started tracing the outlines in the mud. Soon Isabeau held out her hand, closed her eyes and spoke "FUNERAL PYRE". The structure materialized before their eyes completely decorated with white and yellow lilies on the outer edges. Leaving the float, they walked back to the cabin with slightly heavy hearts. Standing on both sides of the bed, they gently folded the bedspread over the skeletons, wrapping the bones together. Since it was only bones left, their bodies were not that big. Before tying the ends together, Sam picked up the coin and held it out to Isabeau.

"I don't think we should bury this with them."

Hesitantly she reached out and took it from him. The worst that could happen was probably another vision. They haven't discussed what they've seen yet. She gently placed it around her neck. The coin hung securely against her chest, as if it was always suppose to be there. Isabeau held her hand over it for a moment before she looked up and smiled at Sam. No words were needed. They continued wrapping the bodies in the bedding and Sam gently picked them up and carried them outside. Not a sound could be heard. The birds kept quiet, not a cricket could be heard. It was as if the entire forest was holding its breath in anticipation for what was coming next. Sam placed them in the middle of the float and stepped back. Isabeau held out her hand and an unseen force pushed the float onto the lake. She kept her hand there until the water took it some distance from the shore.

"They loved each other very much." She said softly as a tear rolled down her cheek. Sam came to stand behind her, gently wrapping his arms around her.

"They did," he said. He knew very well how much. They watched a while longer as the float drifted further away from them when something magical started happening. The flowers on the float started sparkling and disappeared up into the air.

"Sam, look." Isabeau pointed out towards the lake.

In awe they watched as everything touching the wood evaporated. One after the other it crackled up like fireworks and vanished into the air until the bodies were the last to go.

"What in the world?" Sam asked looking out over the lake as the last of the wooden structure dissolved and all that was left was the water. Peaceful and calm as if nothing has disturbed it just minutes before. All at once the forest was alive again. The birds were chirping in the trees and in the distance they could hear the elephant.

"They just disappeared." Isabeau said, looking up at Sam and back over the lake. She walked closer and scooped up some water. It was cool and clear in her hand. It was real, as everything else in the dream world has been this time. Yet, they just witnessed something strange, wonderful, and maybe even a bit unsettling. "Did I…did my thoughts…Sam?"

"No Iz, I don't think this was your doing."

"But they… they're gone, Sam." She said despondent.

Sam frowned. It was a bit concerning but he didn't want to alarm Isabeau just yet. He thought back to Thomas' thoughts when he wrote that letter. Somewhere in the back of his mind something was itching. He just needed to give himself time to scratch it. He needed time to think about this. He needed to do some research and for that they needed to get back to the library. But he didn't want to rush Isabeau.

He looked back towards the cabin that stood proud and majestic in the clearing. Sam's heart ached. He didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay and make a life with Isabeau right here. He smiled for a moment, imagining children's laughter and a very pregnant Isabeau standing next to him, watching the kids running around. Free, happy and safe. That's what he always wanted; a family and safety.

His thoughts were interrupted when her body shivered against his. "I know, Iz. I'm not sure what just happened but we can find out." He bent down and kissed the top of her head while he held her close.

She turned around in his embrace, looking up at him. "You mean back at the library?"

He smiled at her. "Yeah. There's not much we can do here now, but we can stay a little while longer, if you wanted to."

"No, you're right. This was their home." She looked towards the cabin, then the forest and back at the lake. "They wanted this and I'm not sure how, but they got it, even if it was only for a little while." She stepped out of his embrace towards the cabin.

"I was thinking," Sam said. Maybe we can take some of the herbs and spices with us. Perhaps I could see if I can find a spell that can free us from this world." He looked at her and she nodded.

"Here, you'll need this," she said holding out her hand, "BACKPACK". A brown leather backpack appeared before his eyes. There were pockets on the side and zip at the top. "Will this be big enough?" she asked, holding it out to him.

"Sure, thanks Iz." He wrapped his hands around the bag, his fingers momentarily brushing over hers. A soft sigh briefly escaped her lips but she didn't linger and started walking back to the cabin.

It didn't take long for him to clear out half the pantry. Sam figured they could always come back or Isabeau could just conjure up some more ingredients, if they needed any. He wasn't even sure if this would work, but he felt bad for taking the stock already. It belonged to Aryana and as much as he and Dean hated witches, with the exception of one particular redhead, he felt uncomfortable taking from Aryana since he knew how Thomas felt about her and he was privileged to their love for a little while. They felt like old friends and he didn't like the idea to take from them. He knew it was silly since they were both gone now. So he shook the feeling off and zipped the bag close before he joined Isabeau on the porch.

"You've got everything you need?" He asked her, looking out over the lake one last time before cupping her face.

She stared into the cabin and then her hand came up, holding on to the coin. "Yip, I'm good."

"Good," Sam said leaning down and gently brushing his lips over hers. She melted into him and closed her eyes. It was as sweet as before.

Isabeau gently closed the cabin door but didn't bother to lock it. Knowing that they were the only people there and yet, as strange as it may seem, she knew they would not come back. She traced her finger over the symbol on the door and then joined Sam on the stone path. Looking back one last time, she slipped her hand into his and they started their journey back to the library.

Her happiness extended beyond herself, as far as they wandered, hand in hand. The leaves on the trees were a brighter while the animals were more content and grazed closer to the wandering couple, not afraid of the humans. The birds sang in the trees, and the overhanging branches of the trees previously in their path, parted for them as they followed the stone path.

It was as if the forest knew that they kissed. Isabeau watched in amazement, as if seeing everything for the first time. The knot in her stomach has erupted in a thousand butterflies, dancing around and she felt giddy and happy and she just wanted to skip and run and be free but Sam's large hand over hers kept her grounded, the feeling was soothing. His hand was warm and comforting and she melted into his touch. Although he was much taller than her and therefore his steps were much larger, he held back a bit and she kept in step with him. Not once trailing behind. The emerald greenery mesmerized Isabeau and as far as they walked, she let her fingers brushed over leaves and overhanging branches, leaving a trail of glitter and sparkles behind to dance on the leaves, floating behind them like bubbles. Sam could only stare at her in awe, not believing what he was seeing as it didn't seem that she noticed the effect she had on the environment around her. Everything came to life and it was like they were walking in a fairytale forest. Like she was a comet and behind her lingered a tail of stardust.

As they reached the edge of the forest, a clearing of open veldt stretched in front of them and in the distance Sam could see the library. The building was rather large, edged into a hillside and though he couldn't see beyond the hill he knew it was all beach and ocean. He couldn't help but smile. Isabeau has captured him and locked him away in a dungeon of love he would happily live for the rest of his life. His heart felt like bursting. He stopped on the edge of the forest and pulled her into him. Isabeau looked up into his hazel eyes. Sam couldn't help but smile down at her. Her eyes sparkled ocean blue as she shyly smiled up at him. He didn't say anything, just bent his head down low and captured her lips. They were intoxicatingly soft and warm. Her arms crawled around his neck, her fingers tangled in his hair and he pulled her flush against him. Her body was so small and warm and he couldn't believe they waited this long.

"I love you, Iz." he said, taking a breath, cupping her face, drowning in her ocean blues. "I love you and I want you with my entire being. I want to be with you, forever!"

"How do you know this is love, Sam?"

"Because I cannot help but love you. It's consuming me and exploding inside of me all at the same time. Of all the times I've been in love, it's never been this intense. It's like I cannot breathe without you. You consume my thoughts, my heart, my entire being. I have to be near you. My need to love you is so strong, I cannot fight against it, even if I wanted to but I don't. All of me loves you."

He kissed her again. Losing himself in her smell. It was exhilarating. He felt like floating and screaming her name at the top of his lungs all at once. It was unlike anything he's ever felt before. It was such a natural high, such an overwhelming sense of belonging. Like this was always supposed to be; like they were made for each other but more than that, like they were one soul in two bodies.

She broke away from him, touching his lips with her fingers; let them linger on his swollen, well kissed lips. Sam closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. Her hand was small and soft against his face. She run over his beard which has grown to fullness. It was beautifully dark brown, like his hair and it completed his face. Like a forest god. She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled his head down towards her, ghosting her lips over his forehead, down the sides of his face. She kissed down his neck, to his collar bone. Sam growled. She broke away and looked up to him again.

"That's exactly how I feel. Everywhere you touch is on fire and inside of me there's a hunger to have more of you. Not just your kisses, but your touch, your body against mine. For the first time I feel complete, like I've found a piece of myself I didn't even know was missing. If this is what love is, Sam, then I...I love you too. I've never said this to anyone but I know I should say this to you because you make me feel alive; like I have purpose. Thank you for showing me what butterflies feel like." She whispered against his lips before kissing him.

At first it was slow and hesitant but his lips pushed lightly against her own and she parted them, giving him access. She tasted sweet, like oranges, liquid sunshine exploded in his mouth as they kissed, their tongues playing together. It was different than at the cabin. It was slower, yet more intense.

Isabeau's kisses left Sam delirious with want. He couldn't get enough of her and her love confession, much like his own, was unexpected and a bit overwhelming. Movement behind her caught his eye and he looked past her into a sea of flowers. A yellow, white and orange carpet of colour stretched behind her, covering the entire field that was only mere grass a second ago. Butterflies happily danced over a sea of blue and purple, sparkling rainbows wherever they touched down.

There were smaller flowers in between dominant bright ones. Some had only one flower and extremely small leaves while others stood knee high as proud bouquets of beauty. What a truly wonderful world this was. He's never experienced something so magical.

Along with the happy chirping birds and illuminating light, it was one of the most enchanting confirmations of their love. The entire dream world was bursting forth with the evidence of it. Bright red poppies littered the outer edge of the field following vibrant yellow and white lilies for as far as the eye could see, straight out of a Hollywood movie. Thousands of baby blue Forget-me-nots dotted the inner circle while pansies, violets and sunflowers filled up everything else in between.

"Isabeau, look!" he nudged her to turn around. Her eyes grew wide at the glorious sight in front of her. Walking closer she carefully bent down and inhaled deeply. Sam followed closely behind as she ventured off the stone path into the field of beauty. He watched as she gracefully glided through the sea of flowers. It was hypnotic.

Looking down he noticed that even the ground was covered by a bed of soft green moss and at closer inspection he noticed a couple of mushrooms and friendly garden bugs roaming about. Staying on the path he walked in line with Isabeau as she danced through the field, happily singing and twirling around. His heart burst with happiness as her delight and cheerfulness washed over him in waves. Movement behind him drew his attention back to the forest where some of the animals have come out to look at the sight as well. The squirrels and monkeys chased each other in a nearby patch of flowers while a zebra and few springboks lazily grazed about.

They were close to the library now; only mere steps away. Sam patiently waited for Isabeau to look for him. Her face was pure sunshine, her eyes sparkled and she couldn't stop smiling. She was happily skipping through the field, swinging a flower basket in her hand, filled with flowers. Seeing him watching her, she let the basket fell down and ran towards him.

"Dance with me!" She sang and pulled him along. He didn't dance but held fast as she let herself swirl and twirl around him. Ecstatic! He caught her in his arms again, holding her close before dipping her back. She arched beautifully; bending her head back into the flower bed, not minding her hair in the flowers. His one hand supported her back while the other gently slid from her neck to her navel before he gently pulled her back up, careful not to drop her. Out of breath she looked up at him.

"Hey," he said, "How are you feeling?"

"Happy!" She laughed. Her laughter echoed through the forest as she broke free and skipped over to pick up the basket of flowers she dropped earlier. She stopped and stared over the field of flowers, taking in the colours, breathing in the scent. Her eyes momentarily skipped over the animals and the forest before she glanced over to Sam. He stood next to the kitchen door, looking back at her. He was her strong beacon, her shining light. What a magnificent sight it was to see him there, waiting for her. She bit her lip and smiled. This was it. This was her happily ever after. Her true love. She couldn't deny it any longer. She needed to be with him, have him consume her. She couldn't wait to feel him all around her, inside her and part of her.

She ran, full speed towards him. Sam saw her coming and he straightened his back, ready to catch her. She jumped into his arms and he held her tight. Her feet were a few inches from the ground. He held her tightly around her legs as she threw her head back and let him twirl her around once more. Dizzy with overexcitement she threw her arms around his neck as he gently let her feet back on the ground before she snuggled into him.

"I love this place so much, Sam. I never want to leave." She said softly before looking up at him.

He just smiled. He knew they couldn't stay but for now, she could have her happiness, she could smile and dance and be free a little while longer. It warmed his heart and he felt a peace he's never experienced before. It was soothing.