Chapter Five
The lustrous black car streaks down the two lane road, surrounded by rich green pine. The roar of the engine is almost deafening as it speeds around the various curves in the road, accompanied by UFO blasting from the speakers. From inside the car raised voices throw comments back and forth, each one trying to convince the other that they're wrong.
"…Yeah cause you probably missed something, that's what" Dean says mockingly to his little bro, keeping his light eyes on the road as he said this.
"Dude," Sam retorts "I ran Lexus Nexus, police reports, local newspapers, I couldn't find a single red flag. Are you sure you got the coordinates right?"
"Yeah, I double checked! It's Fitchburg, Wisconsin" Dean replies in a mildly annoyed voice. "Look, Dad wouldn't have sent us coordinates if it wasn't important Sammy."
Starting to get angry Sam says, "Well I'm telling you I looked and all I could find was a big steaming pile of nothing. If Dad's sending us hunting for something I don't know what."
"Maybe he's going to meet us there."
"Yeah because he's been so easy to find lately" Sam responds sarcastically.
Will you stop being such a damned whiner! Dean thinks to himself. This whole discussion is going nowhere.
"You're a real smart-ass, you know that?" Dean says in partial exasperation and annoyance. Before Sam can retaliate he quickly adds, "Don't worry, I'm sure there's something in Fitchburg worth hunting."
"Yeah?" Sam sighs. "What makes you so sure?"
"Well, because I'm the oldest, which means I'm always right" he says, grinning.
"No it doesn't!" Sam yells in astonishment.
"Yeah it totally does" Dean says, plastering a serious look on his face to get the full effect from Sam.
Sam starts off on a rant about how letting Dad go was a mistake among other things. Dean's not really interested. His thoughts float away to other matters.
A few moments after Sam's done with his monologue, he casually asks Dean, "So you called Sakari right? She knows we're not coming?"
"Huh?" Dean asks, feeling his mind being jerked back to earth. Dean keeps finding it harder and harder to concentrate without the proper amount of sleep. But he's thankful that the color had returned to his face so Sam isn't getting himself in a tizzy over him. He hates it when Sam does that to him. He should be worrying about himself, not his older brother. It's Dean's job to protect him, not the other way around.
"Did you call your friend yet?" Sam repeats.
"Oh right. Yeah she knows."
Knowing her she probably knew before I even called her
Sam eyes Dean suspiciously. "Ok...but I'm assuming we're still going to drive there after this job, right?
Dean furrows his eyebrows, answers "Yeah…I guess we are" and pushes the accelerator as they fly past a Fitchburg, Wisconsin sign, reading "Population, 20,501" and then another sign; much larger and covered in colorful pictures of bright, sunny family moments saying "A Place To Call Home."
Yeah I'll bet…
She sits in the light wooden pew, unsure as to why she keeps coming back here. There's some reason, she knows there is, but she just can't seem to recall what it is. As she sits she looks up to see rays of blinding light pour in through the triangle window in the ceiling, causing the little girl's blonde hair in front of her to refract the light back into her brown eyes. She watches the thousands of dust specks swirl about in the sunlight as the priest's voice echoes in the background. Not the priest from the week previous, the one she likes. The one who was friends with her father and mother, who would give her a smile and a kind word or two every time she saw him. He reminded her of the days long past. The peaceful days. The days that she still finds herself missing from time to time.
It's Palm Sunday, marking the beginning of Holy Week. The Passion story having been read the pastor reads out his homely, but as usual her short attention span can't keep track of what he's been saying. She's too busy tracing the fibers of the palm branch with her thumb and peeling off the hardened sides, watching them fall in spirals to the carpeted floor.
"That kind of love…" the words boom from the speakers, unpleasantly jolting her from her reverie, "defies human nature. Our sins were placed onto God's only son's shoulders to save us. He chose to bear the weight of all sins for us. So this Holy Week let us be thankful for that kind of love, and let us show that love to all people…"
The Father finishes speaking and strides back over to his seat behind the altar. Sakari stands with the rest of the congregation to say the creed she says practically every week and should know by heart, but she finds she can't open her mouth to say the familiar words. Slouching with her arms crossed, she bites down on her lip and narrows her eyes against the harsh sunlight, now beaming directly onto her head. She tilts her head ever so slightly to the left, and sees something out of the corner of her eyes. She slowly turns her head to get a better look at whatever it is she is seeing, shielding her eyes from the light. Her eyes widen somewhat, her pupils contract, and her jaw drops ever so slightly.
Oh my God…
Across the building towards the back side door she stands, her short blonde hair covering half off her pale face. Her head is tilted down, appearing to be waiting for something. Sakari straightens up, revealing her full height and continues to stare at her. She relaxes her shoulders and exhales deeply. A flash of scarlet assaults Sakari's mind as the woman's head snaps in her direction, those ice blue eyes penetrating into her consciousness. Sakari's head starts to throb and she can feel her chest constricting. She places a hand to her heart, grits her teeth and hisses under her breath. The woman smirks and turns to leave, releasing Sakari from her gaze. Sakari's chest opens up again but her head continues to ache as her eyes follow the woman out the space. As the lady touches the door handle her eyes flit over to Sakari one last time and she pushes the door open and steps out. As the room starts to spin Sakari grabs at the pew and seizes it, her knuckles white and her breathing heavy. She closes her eyes and sits down, fighting the bout of nausea threatening to overpower her. She remains there for a few minutes, thinking to herself. Her headache and nausea gone, she shoots up during communion and flies out the doorway.
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This is kinda short, but if I get some reviews I'll have chapter six up soon.