Chapter 13

"I've often noticed that once coincidences start happening they go on happening in the most extraordinary way."
― Agatha Christie, The Secret Adversary

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April 20th, 2022

Dear Dean:

Even after all the things we've been through, I still could not believe how small the world seems to be sometimes.

When I thought everything was over, things turned out to be perfectly weird for me. A very, very weird moment in my life, that for the first time in years, I was grateful to be living.

Genevieve got scared of me, because she didn't understand what was going on. She also mentioned the event to Erik, who did not come see me until later at night.

I was about to finish packing my belongings, with my mind still stuck in the past, when someone touched my shoulder.

Right now, I would definitely agree with you if you said I am a little rusty when it comes to hunting or being aware of my surroundings. I'm about to be forty years old and I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed anymore.

I turned around fast, ready to fight whatever came to attack me, realizing I didn't even hear the person or creature get inside my house, nor even walk towards the garage, where I was hiding the guns in the Impala's trunk.

Without thinking twice about it, I threw a punch that was caught by a strong man's hand. He kicked me in the gut and tried to punch me in the face. I was able to dodge it, but when I saw who was in front of me, I could not avoid being clocked.

My eyes could not believe what they were seeing. I bet you would never guess who he was either.

It was Erik himself, and in a fraction of a second, he had thrown me to the ground, pinning me like you did the night you came for me at Stanford.

He laughed at me, and helped me get on my feet.

Erik's features are soft, even though he is a strong man. He doesn't have any visible scars either. My eyes look for the spark of pain or anger in a hunter's eyes, however, this was not the case.

I quickly glanced at the guns, and he followed my gaze to them. Needless to say, I figured out he had seen a gun in his life prior to that moment. A very familiar feeling hit close to home, but I could not puzzle the pieces together.

I was still trying to digest everything when he started talking.

Erik apologized for punching me, but he said he wanted to test my ability if I had to fight. He may or may not have mentioned I should have been paying more attention if I didn't want to get killed. Small details for me until today, but yes, he was right.

We spent hours sitting in the garage's floor with a cold beer on our hands. He said his father was a hunter, and so was his mother. He was sixteen years old when his parents died on the job. Being raised as a hunter was not something he was a fan of, so when he was sent to a foster home, he just said his parents died in a car accident.

The women who took care of him for the next two years had heard too many sad stories, so they didn't want to dig in and make him hurt more than he was already hurting.

He almost gave in and embraced the life his parents taught him to live. I wish dad had considered doing that with us, too.

I won't bore you with the whole story, but he met Camille at nineteen years old, and a few years later, a good friend introduced him to the job he's been working on for many years now. He also tested me when he invited me to drink my first beer with him. It had holy water. Silverware didn't do anything to me either, so he was happy that I was not a monster.

Little did I know, under the rug of Gen's living room, there's a devil's trap. He made sure his daughter was safe from demons and other monsters that would want to hurt her.

After everything he told me, I explained him why I was there. I talked about you, the real pain in the ass big brother you. He is an only child, but he smiled when I told him you were the person I was trying to be for Genevieve and my future baby.

He said something that moved me.

"It's okay to want to be like the person you loved and considered your hero, but try to be yourself, too. Make mistakes, fall in love with this new version of you, and you will be honoring your brother's memory just like you wanted to do it."

It was nine in the morning when he called his daughter, and decided he wanted to tell his family the big secret he never told her or Camille.

I was there for a little while, but then I parted ways to the garage and worked for the rest of the day, as Genevieve's old world fell apart, and a new one was coming her way.

Even though I caused this, now I know why he gave up the secret when he found out I was hunter. I have felt that funny feeling before, when you and I talked about having a regular life in the bunker, with occasional hunts if we felt like going for a road trip.

The reason to quit something you had for granted and start a new chapter of your life is called LOVE. Even if you are not sure where you are going yet.

It sounds cheesy, I know. Man, the universe works in mysterious ways sometimes.

Long story short, Genevieve accepted me back in and we are closer than we've ever been. No more secrets. No more fears. Maybe I belong somewhere now.

I guess this is my home. Until I get to see you again, you Jerk.

Thank Jack for this if you see him. I bet he knew Erik's past, even though he does not come meet me these days. Kid is busy, as expected.

Being a God at such young age must be hard.

I feel so happy, Dean. I don't know how, or why, but everything is starting to make sense. I have been so lost and drunk, and now I am…

who I have always been, just a lot more broken.

I'm someone you'd still be happy to have for a little brother, I guess.

Sammy

Author's Note: Hey guys! Sorry for the short chapter and long time without writing. I couldn't find the way to right my wrongs, so here's the result. Lol.

Hope you still enjoy the story. See you sometime soon!

Thank you for the lovely reviews! I freaking love you guys!

KW.-