Chapter 10: Ghosts of Girlfriend's Past

Sam looked down at the beautiful Sarah Blake, she looked as she did before the horrible events took place that led him here. He stared at her beautiful golden, cold skin, long brown hair, and blue lips. She was lying on a cold examination table, from her neck down she was covered by a blue blanket, the blanket covering her pregnant belly. Sam was disgusted at whatever did this to his long lost love. He had flashbacks of when they first met, when he saved her from a painting that came to life, to when he removed an eyelash from her eye, and to their unforgettable kiss. The coroner moved the body back into the wall, waking him out of his trance. He walked outside in complete awe and confusion, thinking how could this have happened. Dean was leaning on the hood of his car watching his younger brother come outside of the hospital.

"So…"

"So what?" Even though he was hurting inside, he didn't want Dean to notice his pain, so he looked completely sane and normal on the outside.

"Was it her?"

"Yeah, dead and six months pregnant…" Dean took a step back to process it all, it was like a ton of bricks had just hit him. All he could think of was how his little brother was feeling at this moment.

"Hey Sammy, I'm sorry."

"The only person who should be sorry is the thing that did this to her, because whatever it is it has no idea what is coming its way." With that he got in the passenger seat of the '67 Chevy Impala waiting for his brother to start the engine.

Sam and Dean were now sitting in a multi-million dollar apartment in Manhattan, New York. Sam always knew that Sarah would be very successful in the auction business, but he never thought this successful. Apparently after her father died of a shocking heart-attack the business was sent down in her charge. She sold many paintings and one of those deals led her to meeting the love of her life. Thirty-Two year old Dillon Humphrey, a Columbia University Law graduate. Someone Sam never pictured Sarah with, but then he thought if he had completed Law school that could be him. A handsome and successful lawyer living in a multi-million dollar house, married to Jessica with a baby on the way. He was in a trance without even realizing it, watching Dillon chop cucumbers with such precision.

"So how did you two know Sarah?" Dean glanced at Sam noticing his state.

"Oh well we met her a few years ago, helped her with a case."

"Right, she told me about your line of work, so how much do hunters make on a daily basis."

"Nothing."

"So how are you two even sustaining yourselves?"

"Well we stay at cheap motels, eat cheap food, and drive all around the country."

"How are you guys even sane, with the stuff you must've seen all this time. I mean it's been what ten years since you last saw Sarah?"

"Yes, well the fact that we still have each other helps. So when was the last time you saw Sarah?"

"Well it was right before she was about to close a deal with Mark Ruffalo, last Thursday."

"Mark Ruffalo?"

"Yes, a number of her clients are A-list actors. You would be surprised at how many actors and actresses are interested in art."

"What piece did he buy?"

"An Andy Warhol piece, she's been selling those a lot lately. Everyone has been obsessed with that Big Eyes movie." Even though Dillon put on a bright Crest White commercial smile, you could see the pain in his eyes as he talked about his diseased wife. "You don't think he had anything to do with this?"

"No of course not. We're just trying to put all the pieces together."

"Right." He took a look at his watch. "Oh excuse me, I have to take care of a few things… For the funeral. You are welcome to stay here as long as you want, do whatever it is you need to do to find out what did this. Just remember to lock up if I don't come back when you two leave." They all smiled awkwardly at each other, once Dillon left they went to work. They looked everywhere for clues, anything that was different from all the others victims. Sam and Dean have been tracking this pattern for the past couple of months. As they distracted Jacob, Adam, Stephanie, and Celine with low-end odd jobs to give them time to think about what has happened. They needed the distraction to come up with a plan, to find an alternative solution, but every case led to the same direction. The past couple of months they have been following a trail of murders, young attractive and successful women, just getting married, just starting the next chapter in their life, all ending up in the same bloody ditch. But his work was sloppy, whoever was doing this, his pattern was always the same, it never changed, and there was one person who they knew who hated change.

"So did you find anything?" Dean asked looking at his brother who was staring intensely at the police reports of the murder victims. Dean was very concerned for his brother, Sam hasn't been sleeping for weeks constantly thinking about this case and the fact that his first crush after Jessica, died didn't help either.

"No, did you?" Sam asked with rubbing his head showing signs of a headache.

"Nope, everything is still the same."

"So do we think it's him."

"It has to be him."

"So what should we do?"

"I guess it's finally time to call the others." Dean was scared of how Sam replied, he wasn't sure if the others were ready to find out about this. He wanted to know more, he wanted to know why Lucifer was doing this, why he was killing these innocent girls, why he didn't just show his face and confess to what he did. Not only did Dean want to know more, but he also wasn't sure if Stephanie could handle this, if she is ready to kill Lucifer once and for all. They locked up the apartment and headed back to their hotel. They ordered in Chinese and watched a paper view movie, Dean was holding his kung-pao chicken in hand snoring like a little baby on a paisley chair. Sam noticed his brother was sound asleep, so he turned off the movie, took the food out of his hand and laid down on his bed. This was the first time in months where he actually felt tired, as soon as he shut his eyes he was sound asleep.

Sam was in a dark ally in New York, closing up Blake's Auction house, it was a chilly night. When Sam thought it was himself he was dreaming about, it wasn't, it was Sarah. For some reason she thought something bad was going to happen, just from the vibe outside of her office. There was no one around and usually there are a few night crawlers passing by eating Manhattan hot dogs, wishing her a good night. She rushed to her car which was across the street, she could've easily jay-walked but being the good citizen she was she went down a few extra blocks to the crosswalk. She walked at a brisk pace, as there was still no one around, she kept looking behind her hoping no one was around. She even tried calling her husband, but he wasn't answering, Thursday's were his busiest nights at the office. She finally got to her car, but before she could even unlock the door she noticed a figure. It was Lucifer, she turned around but he wasn't behind her anymore. She continued to unlock her door but she was too frazzled, her heart beat fast and she was now cramping, holding her pregnant belly in pain.

"Oh no, no, no, we wouldn't want that now would we?" Lucifer was back, hitting Sarah in the head, she collapsed on the floor with her head now bleeding. Sam was now standing in the middle of what seemed to be Coney Island. However it was much different than the Coney Island he was used to seeing, it was more ethereal and heaven like. There weren't happy kids running around with lollipops and hots dogs in their hands, grumpy parents waiting in the long summer lines. It was just him in his pajama bottoms standing in the middle of the boardwalk, and a beautiful girl sitting on a bench, Sarah Blake. She turned around sharply, scaring Sam.

"Now you know who did this to me Sam. Now you know what you have to do." Sam woke up in disbelief, sweating profusely and shaking. Dean was looking over his brother making sure he was alright.

"Sam, it's alright! You're ok, you were just having a bad dream."

"Dean we have to go…"

"What, what do you mean? Go where?"

"You have to go to Minnesota…" It wasn't Sam who answered, but a familiar voice who they haven't heard in a very long time. There he was in all his glory, Castiel standing still with an emotionless face, still wearing the same blue suit and trench coat he always wore.