Chapter Two
Sakari sits with her arms crossed and her back straight against the wooden pew, her face showing attentiveness but her dark eyes contradicting her expression. She's been this way for about a half hour. A long, tedious thirty minutes. The priest is saying something about how golf connects to life; grip too hard and you get nothing but sore muscles and a lack of flexibility, therefore implying you will miss out on what life is really about. The amateur swing. But if your grip is too loose the club flies out of your hands and you obviously can't hit the ball; in real life you become lost and easily seduced by various addictions
Basically sex, drugs, and alcohol. Gotcha.
She glances out the window at the side of the church again and starts to watch the raging storm outside. The downpour is incredible; she's never seen it this heavy so early in the year before. She thinks that she saw lightning strike behind the building twice already, accompanied by the nonstop rumbling of thunder.
Get four horsemen in here and we can call it the apocalypse. Or maybe God decided he wanted to flood the Earth again. We're going to need another Noah if that's the case. And maybe an arc. Yeah that'd be good. Better make sure we swat those two mosquitoes while we're at it.
Now she's really bored. She scratches at the grains of wood with her fingernails, hoping to peel some of it off to prove how cheap Catholics are. Another lightning bolt flashes overhead, illuminating the colorful stained glass window behind the altar.
After a few seconds she realizes that the pew is vibrating. In waves.
Why do people always forget to turn off their cell phones? How hard is it to hold down a power button for three seconds or to hit the silence button?
"Ahem."
She pulls herself back to Earth, and turns her head ever so slightly to face an elderly woman with bright red hair. The kind of red hair that can only come from chemicals, especially at her age. The woman is giving her the same malicious stare that Sakari had been saving for the poor soul with the vibrating cell phone. She raises an eyebrow and stares back at the older woman. The lady nods towards Sakari's patched purse and look back towards her.
"Oh…" Sakari mouths.
Sakari gets it now. She gives a feeble smile towards the aged woman and pulls her purse in her lap and digs through it to find her cellular device. The lady huffs and turns her head away from Sakari, nose in the air. Sakari rolls her eyes and pulls out a silver cell phone. She carefully snaps it open and goes to the missed calls menu.
Missed #1
10: 34 pm Apr 1
866-907-3235
Her eyebrows knit together as she snaps it shut and shoves it back into her purse. She rises and walks out of the pew towards the back of church and out the front door.
"She didn't answer" Dean says to Sam.
"Right. And you're worried because...?" he asks.
Sam's still not entirely sure as to why Dean needs to talk to this old friend of his so bad. He hadn't been specific on the details and when Sam confronted him about it, Dean just said that he would tell him everything later, he just needed to get a hold of this person first.
"I just need to talk to her; I need to be sure of something" he responds.
"Her? You didn't mention that this old friend was a she-"
"Its not old friend like Cassie, Sam! Again, am I speaking a language you're not understanding! Don't you understand that this is important!" Dean snaps.
Sam's taken aback, Dean hardly ever snaps at him like this. His brown eyes widen in hurt, but now he's fascinated by what could possibly stress his older brother to the point where he's using sarcasm to be hurtful.
"Oh don't get all puppy eyes on me Sam! Look, I didn't mean to yell at you or anything, okay? I just need to make sure she's okay and everything's fine and like I said I'll fill you in later" he says, voice raised and slightly slurring his words in a haste to get them out.
Sam opens his mouth to respond but Dean's phone starts to ring. Dean flips it open and after looking at the screen he pushes the answer button and situates it against his ear.
"Hello?" Dean says, anticipation in his voice.
"You called…?" a tired voice replies.
Dean lets out a sigh of relief and gives a quick nod to his brother. Sam nods back and watches Dean as he sits on the end of one of the beds.
"Yeah, why didn't you answer before?" Dean says worriedly.
"Sorry, I was in church and I was too busy avoiding the evil looks of old ladies to answer at the time."
"You go to church? Since when?" Dean asks, surprised at this.
"Since always bozo, I was raised Catholic. I just...fell away for a while I guess you could say. You know, with the whole incident involving El Diablo and Adriana way back when."
Dean chuckles and answers "Demons can do that to you."
Sam's confused now. Who is this person that Dean can converse with so casually about demons? Did he just go and tell this girl about the family legacy like he did Cassie, or was there something else happening?
"Tell me about it. Back to the point of this whole conversation, why'd you call?"
"Um…look, where are you?" he answers, avoiding the original question.
"Same place as always."
"'Kay, sit tight. We're on our way."
"We huh?"
"Yup. You get to meet him, amazingly enough. Don't go anywhere, okay?"
"Fine, I'll stay. I only live here" she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Dean can practically hear her eyes roll.
"Just do it alright!" he retorts angrily, voice raised. "Why are you always like this? I'm being serious for once!"
Sam's taken again aback; he's never heard Dean talk to anyone other than himself like this before. What the hell was going on?
"Jesus Dean, I was only teasing. No need to get snippy. You gonna tell me why you're coming or do I have to wait for that part too?" she responds, sounding extremely irritated.
Dean sighs and closes his eyes while he answers, "I'm sorry, really. I just…I didn't sleep so good last night."
"Don't worry about it. So are you going to tell me now or do I have to wait?" she repeats.
"Um…wait" Dean says, casually glancing over his shoulder in Sam's direction.
"He's standing right behind you, isn't he?"
Dean laughs, "Pretty much."
"Riiight…well this is me not skipping town or whatever. So you can hang up and leave anytime now."
"We should get there in about a day, maybe two at the most depending on the number of back roads I have to cut through to get there" he says.
"See you then, and make sure you don't hit any chupacabras. You are in Texas after all." she adds.
"How'd you know-? Never mind, I'll talk to you later. Promise me you'll be careful for the time being."
"I promise…Bye."
Dean snaps his cell phone shut and yawns, still tired from the night before. He arches his back and stretches his built arms, hoping to keep himself from nodding off in the near future. He faces Sam who is looking at him in utter disbelief.
"What?" Dean asks.
"Uh…What was all that about? You sounded like some high school item for a minute there." Sam answers. "And where exactly are we going?"