Harvelle Supernatural

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Chapter 32: Like a Virgin


The hot water was the only distraction I needed. It soothed my skin, releasing all the tension in my muscles. Nightmares course through my mind of torturing Sam. No matter how many times Bobby and Dean would tell me it wasn't my fault. How Dean said he was weak to prevent me from stabbing Sam…It was my decision, my strength, my body, and intention that inflict harm on Sam. Ten days since Sam retrieve his soul. How long do any of us have to wait till he wakes up?

As I stood in the shower long, the hot water turned cold. Groaning, I turned the faucet off and got dress to face the day. Bobby or Dean would advise I get some sleep. But sleep brings the nightmares. And nightmares are the last thing I need at the moment. So after getting dress I went downstairs.

"I bet you boys are…" my words stopped when seeing Castiel. "…Hungry."

Castiel nodded in greeting before he followed Dean down stairs. I took a deep breath wondering if Castiel would see the damage in inflicted on Sam. HE would probably disapproved and the use of pagan methods. Bobby noticed this as he walked over to the desk.

"Food would be great." Bobby said.

I nodded going into the kitchen to start making lunch. After a couple of minutes, I bright Bobby his custom sandwich and started making Dean his version as well as my own. Once both Sandwich were made, I sat on the couch nibbling the roast beef. Some time passed when Dean came up and walked over to Bobby. Instantly Bobby poured him a glass of whiskey.

"Like my daddy always said, 'Just because it kills your liver…don't mean it ain't medicine."" Bobby quoted. Both he Dean took a swig. "Sam still asleep?"

"Yeah," Dean sighed.

"He'll wake up." Bobby assured.

"Yeah," Dean said though not believing it.

"Dean, he's been through how much?" Bobby asked. "Somehow he always bounces back."

"He's never been through his." Dean said, and then looked at the desk.

"Job?" he asked.

"Hmm, might be." Bobby said handing him the newspaper.

"Can I help?" Dean asked, rubbing his eyes. "Send me to the library? Anything?"

"Couple goes up in a light plane. Wreckage was just found in the woods." Bobby summarized.

"Couple of Buddy Holly's doesn't really seem like "News of the Weirds." Dean noted.

"Pilot was found 17 miles away, flambéed. Girl's just gone. No body, no nothing." Bobby explained.

"That does sound weird." I finally spoke. Suddenly I felt a presence and looked at the kitchen to see Sam walking in confused. He didn't notice me, but his eyes were set on Dean.

"Kay, I'm not changing the channel." Dean said not noticing the fourth party.

"Dean." Sam greeted in a soft voice.

Dean turned his head around eyes widen as Sam entered the room. "Sam?"

Immediately Dean gotten up while Sam hugged him. Bobby and I gotten up but we did not interrupt the family reunion. Next Sam noticed Bobby, saying his name as he walked over giving his surrogate father a hug. Although Bobby was cautious, not after Soulless Sam tried to sacrifice him for a ritual. But after a moment, the old man caved giving Sam an awkward hug.

"Good to see you." Bobby murmured.

"Wait!" Sam pulled back. "I saw- I felt Lucifer snap your neck."

"Well, Cass kinda of-"Bobby started.

"Cass is alive?" Sam asked surprised. "What about Skylar, is she safe?"

"Why don't you ask her yourself?" Bobby said, pointing his head at me.

Sam turned around to faced me eyes widen. I stood there conflicted with many emotions from ten days ago to the entire year and a half. So lost in my thoughts, Sam walked up to me giving me a tight hug. I gasped, feeling his aura, his pure energy as I felt before Soulless Sam. Instantly, I hugged him back. Hugging my Sam back. We were both shaking as tears swelled my eyes, tempted to fall.

"Lucifer took you." Sam whispered.

I shook my head, "Cass saved me afterwards."

"Sam, are you okay?" Dean asked.

Sam let me go and faced his brother, "Actually, um…I'm starving."

"Good thing it's lunch time." I chuckled.

I went into the kitchen to start making Sam a sandwich. Sure he probably deserves a real meal, but right now this was a wicker solution. Once the Sandwich is made and a couple of beers on the table. Sam just went all animal of his food. Bobby, Dean, and I stood there amazed in how quickly he devoured the first half of the sandwich.

"So, Sam." Dean started.

"Yeah?" Sam replied.

"What's the last thing you remembered?" Dean asked.

Sam paused while chewing his food, "The field, and then I fell."

"Okay, and then?" Dean asked.

"Um, I woke up in the panic room." Sam answered.

"That's it?" Bobby asked. "You really don't remember-?"

"Let's be glad." Dean interrupted. Bobby gave Dean a look as the Winchester continued. "Who wants to remember all that hell?"

Sam gave a slight chuckle then asked. "Well, how long was I gone?"

"About a year and a half." I answered.

Sam looked at me surprised. "What?" I nodded. "I was downstairs-? I don't remember anything. So how did I get back? Was it Cass?"

"Not exactly." Dean answered.

Sam sensed something was off and focused his brother, "Dean, what did you do?"

Dean took a deep breath, "Me and Death—"

"Death?" Sam exclaimed. "The horseman?"

"I had leverage." Dean assured. "It's done."

"You sure?" Sam asked, not convinced.

"It's over." Dean confirmed. "Slate's wiped."

"Well, isn't this just neat and clean?" Bobby sarcastically grumbled.

"Yes, it is, for once." Dean said glaring at Bobby.

"Is there anything else I should know?" Sam asked.

Dean paused, thinking about it. "No. Although, Skylar had an art gallery."

"Seriously Dean?" I thought, standing there bemused to use me as a change of subject. Dean merely avoided any eye contact as he took a sip of his beer. Sam stared at me surprised with a smile on his face. Must be because I kept my promised in pursuing my career as a photographer? Although, how is he going to tell him that Crowley was the sponsor right from under our noses till the opening.

Bobby took a deep breath and headed to the garage. Sam continued to eat his food while Dean took a sip of his beer. My picked up my cellphone and checked the messages seeing I have an email from my boss. Excusing myself, I headed to the living room and opened it. I have been on leave the past three days out of the ten. I can't take any more absences otherwise I'll be fired.

After checking, I sighed in relief to know my boss was letting me know he needed me to take more pictures of local art and scenery while in South Dakota. Ever since the gallery, my boss has sure taken grasp of my photography skills. Sighing in relief again, I headed back to my room to look up any location that would hold interest on my laptop. As time went on, my research process stopped when there was a knock on the door.

"Enter," I said.

The person who entered was Sam.

"Hey Sam," I said with a small smile.

"Hey," he greeted then sat down on the bed.

"What can I help you with?" I asked.

"Uh, thought we can talk." Sam said. "Wanting to know what happen over the year."

"Oh," I said.

Sam nodded rubbing his neck, "Did you…keep the promise?"

"I…I did." I answered. "Graduated from college, moved to Columbus Ohio, and work for a photography and magazine firm."

"You're a professional?" Sam asked surprised.

I nodded, typing on my laptop to the magazine website and showed him my latest edition. Sam took the laptop and scroll through the digital album. "Wow, these are…amazing."

"You should have seen my gallery." I chuckled.

"You had a gallery?" He asked.

"Yep, for a while until the next season." I answered.

Sam nodded as he put the laptop down, "So um, you have any boyfriends."

Now I see where this was going. I smiled softly and placed my hand over his, "I don't have boyfriend. I did try moving on, though it's hard to go on dates when somebody you care for deeply was thrown into hell."

He nodded as he took my hand. "It's nice to know that you tried and made a living out of the supernatural."

"To be honest, I did have a few run in with the supernatural, but I made sure Dean or Bobby did the dirty work." I confessed.

Sam chuckled slightly before he squeezed my hand. Silence engrossed the room, unable to tolerate the empty sound; I rushed in and hugged him. This surprised Sam that he fell back, yet he wrapped his arms around me. I hugged him, for the year and a half of him being gone and what I did to him. The ointment and Castiel healing may have removed the damages…yet I can't forgive myself in what I did to him. Soulless Sam or not. Let alone Dean forcing Bobby and me not to tell him the truth in what happen.

"Hey, hey, I'm right here." Sam said, holding me tightly. "I'm back."

"I thought I lost you," I whispered. "We all did."

"I know," he murmured. "When Lucifer showed me of him teleporting you…I was afraid what would happen. How that if I didn't win…the life he would had forced us into."

I shuddered from that memory and vision. Lucifer saw something in me or a potential pawn to use against Sam. A way to make him say yes. That if Sam was good, a love one could live forever with Lucifer. The devil chosen me, and offered that at certain times Sam could have control of his vessel and be with me. In other words, Sam would be enslaved still while I was some sort of pet. A concubine dressed in white trapped in a mansion.

"Sam," I mumbled.

"Yeah," He replied.

"Promise me…you won't do something stupid like that again?" I said, pulling back to stare at him. "And you better mean it, otherwise I will know."

He chuckled though stopped under my glare. Afterwards he took a deep breath, "I promise I won't through myself into stupid decisions like that again."

My clairvoyant ability sense he was telling the truth. That he would never put his life in that situation again. He betters me. I sighed and sat there with his arms still around me. I stared at Sam, wondering if he was going to let go. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed me.

I gasped out of surprise expecting it to be demanding like the last kiss. However, this was more like a peck. Or at least his lips on mine. Immediately Sam pulled back letting go.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have." He apologized.

Come on, Skylar, this is Sam not Soulless Sam. Our Sam would never do something we are not comfortable with. Taking a deep breath, I leaned forward and kissed him. Sam kissed back in return, our lips moving against one another. When the moment we needed air did we pulled back.

Afterwards Sam yawned, I gestured him to lie down and rest. He nodded though he continued to hold me. Not bother by this, we merely lie down and cuddle for a short time. When Sam was asleep, I watched his expression to see it much relaxed. No longer highly awake or tensed. But for once much relaxed.

When he woken up, I suggested we go down and see what Dean and Bobby were doing. They weren't in the house. So we checked the garage where Dean and Bobby were packing up for the case from earlier.

"Sam still asleep?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah, he and Sky are snuggling upstairs." Dean said. "Let him rest. We'll call him later."

"Call me from where?" Sam asked.

Both hunters turned around surprised.

"Oh. Uh, there's this thing in Oregon." Dean answered.

"Great. I'm in." Sam said.

"Whoa, whoa, you just got vertical." Dean said.

"Exactly. I'm up. I'm good." Sam said.

"You only got three hours of sleep." I injected.

"A few more days of cable couldn't hurt." Dean agreed.

"Right, because that's what you did when you got back from hell." Sam countered.

Dean paused then nodded, "Alright. You, me, and Bobby. Sky you got research duty."

"Oh, you two go on ahead. You got this covered."" Bobby said walking back inside. "I, uh, forgot I promised that Idjit Rufus I'd work the phones for him, so…"

"You sure?" Dean asked irritation in his voice.

Bobby paused, "Yeah, yeah, and yeah. You two enjoy catching up, okay?" then headed back inside.

Sam watched him leave, "What was that?"

"One part age, three parts liquor." Dean guessed.

I gave Dean a look. The reason why Bobby doesn't want to go on this case is Sam. Not that Sam is to blame. But his alter ego almost killed Bobby for a sacrifice ritual to prevent him from having his soul back.

"Well, you two stay out of trouble." I said.

"Okay," Sam said.

We stood there not sure what to do. So I leaned forward and kissed Sam on the cheek. Letting him know, not to hesitate and call me. Of course, he would need to borrow Dean's new phone. Sam nodded as he got inside the impala. I stood there wishing them off before going inside to join Bobby.

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Several days go by and I spent in South Dakota doing photo shoots. Of course I've been staying at Bobby's place to be on the cheap side. I do repay him with cooked meals. Just a few days ago, I came back to find Bobby eating a bowl of premade chili as the spoon is literally sticking in the air. So being me, I made him some actual Texas chili which he very much appreciated.

Anyway, the boys came back from the case in Oregon. Apparently the supernatural cause of the girl missing from the plane and others were dragons. Yes, dragons. Like the Hungarian Horntail that can turn human. And I thought god had a sense of humor with a platypus.

So the boys came back with a broken broad sword, a bag of gold, and a book. The moment Dean dropped the bag of gold, he took a bracelet. The bracelet was more of a cuff decorated in filigree while rubies were attached. I gawked for it must have cost hundreds if not thousands of dollars. Let alone the time period doesn't seem modern more like Edwardian period. So Dean assured me the original owner is probably dead and to keep it.

I was going to protest when Sam said I deserve some spoils. Although, how he said it had me concern? He looked at me with guild. That stared had me wondering if Sam knew the truth. I pray to god his doesn't. I seriously don't want the conversation in explaining why I tortured him or the encounters with soulless Sam.

Any who, Bobby and I spent the afternoon researching this strange journal. For starters, Bobby knew the material of the journal was made. It was made out of human skin. I shuddered after hearing that and lead Bobby turned the pages. From what we could find in the text was very old Latin. I put my clairvoyant ability to translate the text. It was quite difficult for I know the common Latin and Spanish…not a thousand years ago Latin.

We found what we could and Bobby fetched the boys. When they returned, we gathered around the desk as we started explaining our finding.

"Now, as near as I can figure it, this dates back around the 14th century." Bobby started.

"What language is it?" Sam asked.

"Da Vinci Code." Bobby guessed. "Real obscure Latinate. Gonna take my golden years to translate it all. Oh, and uh, FYI… that ain't paper."

"What is it?" Dean asked touching the book.

"It ain't sheep skin like most vellum." I started.

Dean started at me confused as Bobby answered, "its human skin."

Immediately Dean pulled his hand back.

"Okay. I'm fairly clear on this first bit." Bobby said turning the pages. "Basically describes this place. It's like the backside of your worst nightmares. It's all blood and bones and darkness. Filled with the bodies and souls of all things hungry, sharp and nasty. "

"Monsters?" Sam asked.

"It's monster land." Bobby answered. "According to this, it goes by many names, most of which I can't pronounce…."

"Purgatorio," I said in Latin. "In other words, purgatory."

"Purgatory?" Dean asked surprised.

"Like the second epic of Dante Alighieri's, Divine Comedies." I confirmed.

"Awesome." Dean sighed, clearing his throat before pouring himself a glass of whisky. "Well, that is, ahem, good to know. So you're saying that these dragons freaks were squatting in the sewers… and reading poems about purgatory?" as he sat down on the incliner.

"Oh, no, no, no." Bobby said. "They're reading an instruction manual."

"What?" Dean asked surprised.

"Yeah. If you're nuts enough to want access to a place that gnarly…this book will show you how to open a door." Bobby explained.

"Door to purgatory." Dean said bemused. "I know a demon who would have loved to known about that." He took a sip of his drink then asked. "So how do you open the door?"

I leaned over and turned to the final page. "Ask Smaug. He probably has the last page."

"It gets worse." Bobby added.

"Worse?" Sam asked.

"This ain't talk about how to take a vacation over there. This is all about opening a door to let something in." Bobby explained.

"Bring something here." Sam said, pointing at the book. "What."

"I'm working on it." Bobby said.

"Can you give us something?" Dean asked.

"We got a name." I said.

"Okay," Dean said.

"Mater," I said in Latin.

"So we hunt this Mater," Dean said.

"Mater isn't a name." I said. "It means mother."

"Mother? Mother of what? Mother of dragons?" Sam asked confused.

"I wish," Bobby muttered. "It says it a few times here. Mother of all."

"What the hell does "mother of all" mean?" Dean asked.

"I don't know." Bobby answered concern.

Later everyone went their separate ways to think about what he has learned. I had a theory in which this mother was. I mean, if God is the father of the heavenly host and Lucifer is the father of Demons. The purgatory must have a divine spiritual leader. So this Mother of all is the leader of monsters. Only, what is her name. Athena mentions that something evil this way comes. Could this Mother of all be that evil? A male leader is one thing…could a female one be far worse?

"Sky, can I talk with you?" Sam asked.

"Um, sure?" I replied.

"In private," Sam said.

I nodded though concern. We headed back to the guest room. Once the door was shut, Sam looked at me with guilt. Oh no, he knows…Dean couldn't have possobilty have told him. He was the one who made the fucking promise not to tell Sam what has happen over the year.

"I am so…so sorry. I can't even begin to say." Sam started.

I tried to act natural, "For what, Sam?"

Sam gave me a look, "You know what."

I took a deep breath and looked down, "Who told you?"

"Cass." Sam answered.

"He shouldn't have." I said walking over to the bed.

"You should have told me, Sky. You always tell me things like this." Sam said.

"How could I, Dean made me promise and…along with other things." I countered.

"What I did? To Bobby and Dean? To you? Of course I should know." Sam said bitterly at himself. "Let alone what you tried to do before Death shoved my soul back in."

"I'm sorry, Sam; I thought it would bring a part of you back." I broke down in sobs. The flood works on full throttle.

Sam sighed rubbing his neck as I tried to explain that his soulless self was becoming a problem. I wasn't detail to protect the wall.

"Did…Did I ever hurt you?" Sam asked, looking down ashamed.

"Not physically." I answered.

"How did I hurt you?" he asked again.

"You said things… tried to get me back of being a hunter, how my career is a waste to my ability." I started not looking at him. "Flirted and had sex with other women in my presence….and we had sex, though it was under false pretense."

"Oh god," Sam groaned. "I screwed up big time."

"Sam, it wasn't entirely you." I tried to assure me.

"Sky, I never wanted to hurt you." He said. "I hurt you to many times…but even when I was gone…"

I stopped him taking his hand, "I've forgiven you even though I don't blame you. But can you forgive me?"

Sam embraced me, whispering that I was doing what anybody in the gang would do. He just wished it wasn't me who had to torture him. Afterwards we just stayed there. I fear the wall would crumble any moment. Yet it didn't. Instead, Sam and I remained quiet trying to absorb what happen over the six months. How can we move from this?

Whoever brought Sam back and left his souls in the cage will have to explain everything.

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