A/N: Own nothing about Supernatural.

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Chap 6 - The mango tree

Outside the farm, under the heavy rain that seemed unstoppable, a wet

girl came running through the mud. Wearing her blue jeans pants, what used

to be white sneakers and a red blouse. Her chocolate hair was loose over her shoulders, dripping with water.

"Stupid me! I had to go out under the rain! Now I'm freezing my ass and

talking to myself!" She said breathing hard. Her steps were determined as she put her tiredness aside and kept going through her way. "Come on! Just a bit more!" She encouraged herself.

Her feet slid through the mud as they would on the ice. She felt her phone at the back of her pants to make sure she hadn't lost it as she ran. Not like she would come back to try and find it if she had lost it. It was too damn cold and all she wanted was to get to her house, take a nice hot bath, eat popcorn and watch a movie with a hot guy.

"I need to start a diet!" She said to herself again as she thought of the popcorn, and thought how she was out of shape. So she wasn't a professional runner, but living in a farm meant she should have disposition. Should, but junk food was good and exercises weren't her favorite way to spend spare time.

Marie had her animals at the farm and her favorite actors as best friends. Of course, she had friends from college too, but the place where she lived was hard to reach and she didn't get visits that often. Hardly ever a single soul would drop by to see if she was still alive or not. About neighbors, her farm was not that distant from other farms on the area, however, not many girls in their 20's lived there. Besides, dogs, cats, birds and horses were fun to play with. They could feel sadness and never judged her actions or opinions.

"What the hell…" She said stopping abruptly, almost falling on the mud.

"Another one?". She said approaching the Impala, passing her hands on

it smoothly. She took a few seconds to recover her breath. Just now, as

she stopped, she realized how tired and breathless she really was.

"I bet my life this car belongs to a guy". She said to herself. Rose's farm was the closest one to where Marie lived. Along the years, she had observed the place. Many cars would stop there, at that same spot. She had never seen a single girl coming out of the cars, only guys. She usually saw them coming in, to ask to for help perhaps. But she never saw them coming out. Not once.

Many times she felt the urge to go inside and see what the hell happened beyond those trees. She even sent the police there once. The cop in charge had been rude to her when he finished taking a look at the house and the farm in general. It was just an old sad lady living her life, nothing suspicious apparently. She had even received a warning. Cops had no time to waste with an old lady just because a young girl thought something was wrong. Had her mom gotten angry? Damn skippy she did. Not withstanding the warning from the cop, Marie also was grounded for a whole week.

The cars would be taken by a tow car a few days later, and the police

had never found anything. She didn't understand how the police could be so sloppy and not suspicious about that place. What about the car's owners? No one missed them? No one asked for them? What about a real investigation? That kind of ignorance just pissed her off. That shit had been happening since she was a kid. Maybe even before that. It was way too of a long time.

She glanced at the trees, the huge trees that blocked her view into the

place than back to her happy way where she would find a blanket and

food.

"Don't be nosy Marie…" She whispered to herself. She could feel her

investigative side, something every woman had, running inside her like a shot of adrenaline. Whatever happened when a car stopped there, it was happening again, at that moment. If she didn't check this time, the beautiful Impala would be taken away and no one would ever question about it. She just couldn't let this one pass by.

She passed her hands through her hair squeezing some of the water as

she gave a second thought about that."My mom is gonna kill me". She said as she started making her way into the trees.

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Rose had a wicked smile on her face. A gun was such a powerful tool. It

gave you control over a bad situation, over someone's actions. You could

make a person kneel down, beg and cry or worse if you had a gun pointed to their chest, head or any place actually. Sam felt a bitter taste in his mouth. It seemed to him that he always managed a way out of the situations. But not this time.

"Rose. If you don't help me. My brother is gonna die. Your daughter will keep killing and you'll live in this hell until you die too. Probably after you die, guys will keep showing up. Nothing will change". If threatening with a gun didn't help, than trying to play reasonable was his best shot.

"What makes you think I give a damn about your brother?" She asked

coldly, squeezing the gun in her palm. She was angry, really angry. Sam let out

a sigh.

"Do you give a damn about your daughter?" Sam asked. "Don't you want her soul to rest? You murdered her and took away her chance for peace. The least you can do is help me send her away". Sam didn't really believe Liz would find peace. He was sure there was a hell, but he had no proof of a heaven. There should be one. If you considered universal balance rules. Ying and yang, hot and cold, peace and war, good and evil, hell and heaven. There should be one.

"My daughter is none of your business". The gun began shaking on her hand.

Sam hit a nerve for sure.

"It is if she's about to kill my brother". He displayed his puppy look. His secret weapon. That made him look as innocent as an angel even if he was guilty.

"Listen to me please. I'm sorry I pointed a gun at you, it was a little extreme. But it only shows how desperate I really am. Dean's all I have. Please". Begging to the bad guy. That rarely worked. Most bad guys liked to see people begging, they felt almost as powerful when they heard such a thing, as they felt powerful holding a weapon.

Rose shook her head, her hands were shivering even more. Her mind was

so broken, so fragile and disturbed. There was just so much a human's

brain could take. The psych is like a porcelain vase, it could be easily

broken. Traumas, emotions, decisions, consequences.

"Dam you boy!" She said letting out some tears, but still holding the shaky gun pointed to him. Not a good combo at all.

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Marie let out a sigh. "Okaay. This's not creepy at all, just a dark rainy path with a bunch of trees with weird marks and I have no idea where I'm going. What's creepy in that?" she said, taking slow steps toward one direction, but not really sure where she was going, or if she was going the right way.

Ignoring the thunders, the huge amount of mud stuck under her sneakers, making each step weight a ton, she kept making her way through the huge ancient trees.

She had learned a little about walking in dark strange places before. She had been trained. Her farm was big and her dad had been a boy scout.

She had learned about survival. Not like she totally took her lessons seriously, but she had learned enough.

"Thank you dad". She said remembering how boring that training was, and how many times she had argued with her dad. She was quite grateful though.

Why did everything seem scary and dangerous when you were alone? You would hear noises, imaginary noises. See shadows, hear steps, and even be sure there was someone following you. To be alone sucked.

"No one is following me…" She whispered, trying to convince herself. To remain calm was something important a boy scout learned. Panic never helped, it just got you in more trouble and clouded your judgment, leading you to stupid decisions.

"But I'm not a damn boy scout! I'm a damn farm girl. What the hell am I

doing here?" She argued with herself. Too late to return now.

"I can do this…just calm down. Breath Marie…breath… in…out, in, out.

Breathing is easy. Take one step, then another". That was kinda pathetic, but who cares? There was no one there to witness her childish talk. She was scared, so what? It was good to be scared. Fear kept you alert. Or at least, that was what the good guys said in movies when they were shitting in their pants.

A lightening, followed by a loud thunder, shook the ground under her feet. In rainy days you were supposed to stay home, under the blankets with hot chocolate in a cute mug, watching cheesy movies for fun; not running among trees pretending she knew what she was doing.

"Screw that!" She yelled to herself and pushed aside all the things her

dad taught her. She started running in the same direction, running through

the trees instead of walking.

"I hate lightening!! And thunder! And mud! Shit!" Marie could be face to face with a huge snake and won't freak out. But lightening and trees was a bad combo. She feared, since she was a child, being hit by lightning.

It was stupid way to die.

"God! I know I don't pray often!" She began whispering as she ran. "Ok I never pray, but if I get through this without turning into barbecue I will pray! I promise!" She finished out loud glancing at the trees blocking her view from the sky.

"Shit I hate this!"

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Sam swallowed hard. What was she thinking? The shaking gun was making

him sweat. He could feel the little drop forming on his forehead.

"Liz used to get a horse, and ride for hours. There's a place, going to the left, beyond that room where you were, far, following the stars. A place where you'll find a huge mango tree. There are two graves there. One belongs to Liz, the other I don't know. It was already here when we moved in".

Rose let the gun fall from her hands. Her voice came out soft, the voice of a mother telling a tale, or singing a lullaby. It was tender and gentle.

Was that a good memory? Maybe it was. Rose didn't even notice when she

ropped the gun. Sam got slightly relieved.

She felt so light, as if she was flying near that tree, and observing her daughter. "She loved to stay under that tree, lying beside that grave.

Admiring it, talking to it, as if she knew the person buried in there".

A slight smile formed on her lips. Sam frowned.

That woman seemed to have enough stories to make any lunatic look quite normal. Even his weird life, hunting nasty things and all sounded better than all those disturbing words coming out of her mouth gently.

"She talked more to that grave than to me. But when she was there, she looked peaceful. She looked like my little daughter. I could see her smiling, sleeping soundly". Rose suddenly looked at Sam, the gun was lying on the floor close to her feet. He glanced at his gun, but didn't dare take a step forward.

Rose was the most dangerous kind of enemy. She could go from this calm

lady to a creepy beast in a heart beat. Sam preferred the old senile lady

talking in a sweet though weird way about her psycho daughter. It was easier to deal with that.

"I don't dare leave the house. But find the tree, going to the left, always to the left. Beside this unknown grave by the tree, you'll find Liz's grave". Rose said and turned her back to Sam, not waiting for a reply.

Maybe she was even waiting for a 'thanks' and she was sure Sam would grab the gun. But all she got as she turned her back was a laugh. A laugh that sent chills down her spine and froze each old bone inside her body. A feeling she hadn't felt since… since her daughter was alive. Since Liz threatened her at the slaughter house.

Rose slowly turned back to Sam. The puppy look was gone. So was his kindness and politeness. His innocent expression and his gentle smile. All his qualities were replaced by an evil look, a mockery grin, and angry features.

His eyes were almost red, a bloodied red instead of the light eyes that provided Sam a handsome touch to his young face. His skin got wrinkled, just as wrinkled as Rose's face, stealing the dreamed youth.

"Tsk tsk tsk. You betrayed me mother". Liz spoke through Sam's body.

"How could you tell him where my body rests?" That wicked smile had always

hunted Rose's dreams. Her voice was noticeable and powerful, even through

Sam's voice. She could hear Liz's words, almost touching her skin like a

rough stone, harming her.

"Liz?" She asked astonished, with her eyes wide opened. The house was protected, this couldn't be happening.

TBC…

I know, I know, not a lot of action in this one, but I decided to let you wonder about Dean's destiny for now. He does deserve a break right? lol and of course, after that chap, I had to make things a little lighter. But I hope you liked anyway!! Please let me know!! Many things are still about to happen!! So stay with me please!!

Thanks to Kim for all the help. Ohh and Kim? Joaquim is not ugly! Lol And again thanks for all of you who have been reading and being so kind to leave me a review!!

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