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Chapter 7 – Liz x Sam

Marie kept running as fast as her body would allow her to. The rain never made it easier, but the lightenings and thunders gave her the necessary courage to keep running. Better than dying from lightening. She shuddered at that thought and ran a little faster, just a little.

A few more steps ahead, she passed through the last tree. "Finally!" She said with a huge smile on her face. She had made it, not exactly to the house, but she had made somewhere out of those trees. That path led to many ways into the farm, it depended on which direction you decided to follow, or got lucky by following.

She placed her hands on both her knees and hung her head low, as she caught her breath. Marie took a look around, the floor under her feet was still muddy from the rain. There was a path to the left, a place a few feet away from her to the right. None of those places looked like the house. Marie bit her lips thinking about what she wanted to do and what her tired body allowed her to do. The most logical at the moment was to check the place on her right simply because it was closer.

The sky looked pitch black above her head, that fact surely didn't inspire her to take the left and walk God knows how much longer under that weather. She had been lucky and she wasn't about to bet how much luckier she could get.

"Right it is". She whispered under her breath. Her legs started hurting from the run, she could feel her bones crying for her to sit down and give them a break.
She took slower steps now, slow was better, and comforting for some reason, it assured her she wasn't being followed. When you ran sacred your mind got confused and tricky.

She didn't need to run; the place she decided to check was right before her nose, all she had to do was bid goodbye to that sky, colored by the mighty lightenings and pass through those doors to be safe; safe from the rain at least.

Marie opened a thin gap, just enough for her to pass through and closed the wood door behind her back. She immediately felt warmth on her skin. Not a blanket warmth, but not as cold as outside. Her blouse seemed to be glued to her body; she grabbed it and squeezed the water.

As her eyes adjusted to the new situation, not as bright as before, she felt a knot forming inside her throat. For a second, she forgot how to breathe, how to speak, and even how to move. Chills crawled her pale skin like the cold breeze on a snowy day, freezing her blood. She was just a farm girl, who wasn't used to shocking sights other than what she saw on the news. Personally it was a lot more gruesome, sad. Marie was aware of the legends about that farm; still she didn't think she would find such atrocity going on.

Her ears went deaf, the sound of the rain and the thunder stopped. "Oh my fucking God". She stuttered.

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Sam felt as if he was being violated. This huge, powerful and cruel force had taken over his body. He could feel his hands moving, his feet taking baby steps toward that old lady. He wanted to scream, to stop. Liz was mocking his tries. Naïve Sam, so noble and so weak. The more he tried, the more she forced herself against his wishes.
She could read his thoughts, he was as afraid of losing his brother, as he was afraid of becoming a monster. A murderer. Such a clear thought, he was like an open book to be read.

"How did you do this?" Rose asked apprehensively. She felt like a lab rat trapped in a dead end. The vast living room suddenly became small, tiny and claustrophobic.
"Sam's special mom. These little tricks to keep me away…" she looked around, to the windows and the doors, observing all the hard work Rose had to transform that house in a sanctuary where Liz wouldn't be able to get in.
"…they are shit. Sam's gift is great. It allows me to be great, beyond all your….cheap protection". She mocked. That cheap protection had kept her away time enough.

"He's so desperate mom. Sam would kill himself before killing you, he's begging me to leave you alone…and leave him alone". Liz approached the gun that still remained on the floor, unused. She picked it up and rubbed the cool steal against Sam's cheeks, as if the gun was soft like a teddy bear.

"He's afraid of becoming a monster…I almost pity him". Liz paused for a moment, allowing herself to feel what it was like to be inside real flesh and blood once again. The blood running, the heart beat, the pain. All those things were so simple, yet so precious to her now.

"He's so innocent…and he doesn't know". Liz analyzed Sam's thoughts, his fears, he had seen nasty things in his life, but saved so many people. While Liz destroyed lives, Sam and Dean saved many, still he didn't consider himself a good person. He had a young body, but such a wise soul due to all he'd been through.

Liz stared at the gun for a few seconds with a wicked smile. "I could actually have an orgasm with this body! Sam's squirming so intensely, yet so deliciously, like a warm tongue massaging me, all over me… his despair is so tangible".

Rose swallowed hard as she heard her daughter speaking through him. She sounded like a naughty poet, exactly as she sounded when she was alive, her last language development, before she died. Her diary could even become a book; if you thought of it as a fiction. She had written it so well and carefully, choosing her words with diligence. To Rose that diary would always be the most sinful thing ever written and should not be seen or read by any mind, no matter how pure or depraved this mind was.

"Liz please. You have to leave us alone. You don't belong to this world anymore child".
Rose saw the wicked smile turning into something else. Liz was displeased.
Rose was strongly filling her lungs, trying to get a grip.
It seemed that not even all the air in that room was enough to satiate her lungs hunger.
She saw fresh tears forming inside Sam's eyes even though Liz's glare was standing out.

"Leave you alone?" She asked septic.

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Marie observed the man, and the pool of blood below his feet, increasing slowly by every drop that fell from his back. Swallowing hard still astonished by that sight, she approached him slowly.

"My God, my God, my God". She whispered to herself, already regretting her decision of checking the farm. "Marie, you're not Scully". She said to herself. "God, I shouldn't be here".

The man looked tired, his eyes were closed and his dirt blond hair was wet, maybe with sweat, maybe from the rain. His clothes were torn. "What the hell is going on here?" The sound of her voice sounded soothing to her ears. She needed that, to keep her cool and be helpful.

"Hey" She whispered touching his cheek gently. She was afraid that even her touch could hurt him. "Wake up". She felt the need to ask if he was alive, but Marie imagined that was a stupid question to ask. "Can you hear me? Wake up".

Dean's eyes moved a little. She let out a sigh she didn't even know she had been holding. He was alive at least.
"Wake up. Everything is gonna be ok now". Was it really? She wasn't exactly sure, but it was a comforting thought.

"No more games…please". He mumbled, not fully awake.
"Games?" She asked confused. Her mind was processing things slowly. Of course, if there was a pool of blood, that meant he was hurt. Marie checked his back.

"Jeez, what the fuck!" She said covering her mouth not to scare him. No wonder there was a pool of blood. Marie had to swallow her vomit. Thank God her mom talked her out of Med school, she probably would vomit every time she saw blood. She was never able to help her mom kill animals. That was the only lesson she had failed while learning how to survive with her dad.

Dean blinked his eyes a couple of times, trying to make sense of his situation. He remembered the painful whip, then passing out from the pain. Struggling against his tiredness, he fought to keep his eyes opened.

That's when he realized it wasn't Liz talking to him, it was someone else.
"Hello". Marie said in her most kind way. Dean flinched to her words anyway. First impressions weren't always the right ones. She could be just as evil as Liz.

"Calm down. I'm not gonna hurt you". She said, but understood his fear.
"Are you a ghost too?" Liz looked so real, he couldn't tell without his EMF if she was a person or not. He had been deceived to see Liz as a gorgeous girl and not like a rotting body.

"Last time I checked I was flesh and blood". She joked to lighten up a little bit. Dean actually grinned slightly at that.
"So, could you untie me please?" Dean asked moving his sore and bruised wrists.
"Untie? Yeah, right" She reached the ropes. "I'm sorry, I just never saw anyone so…anyone like this before, I didn't know how to react".
Marie felt so stupid. She had been so hypnotized and scared by his plight, she didn't even notice she had left him hung like that.
"Untying is a good start". He said trying to joke back.
"Your back is pretty fucked up. Excuse my language". Dean felt the ropes being removed from flesh carefully and held a moan. Damn that ghost.

"Fucked up? That bad uh?" He imagined that she was not overreacting. "You know, you could lie if it's that bad. Say it's not so nasty or something to calm me down, that's nice too". Marie grinned with his comment.

"You're a big boy. Would a lie make you feel better?" She asked, she kept going with the conversation to distract him.
"Maybe". He replied.
"Ok then. Your back looks peachy keen. It's not that bad. Feel any better?". Both of them smiled.
"Thanks".
Marie saw the sink close to them. "I can clean this up if you want. It won't make a huge difference, but it's better than blood all over".
"Ok, as long as you don't faint".
"I won't faint, but let's see if you can take it". She challenged, always joking.
"I'm Dean by the way". He said as Marie helped him walk to the sink and sit down carefully.
"Marie". She removed his already torn shirt and watered it under the faucet.
"So, you never saw anyone tied up before?" Dean asked, curious about who she was and what she was doing there.
"In movies, but it's not quite the same". She passed the wet shirt gently through his back. Dean flinched at the shirt as it touched his fresh wounds. But the cool water felt good against the burning sensation of his wounds. "Sorry, I'm trying not to hurt you, but that's a little hard". Her hands were shaking a little.

"It's ok, go on". Dean had been hurt worse than that. But the cleaning up was always a bitch. "You're not a hunter then?" He wondered.
Marie giggled. "A hunter? I'm a farm girl…I live next door, well sorta live next door".
"Farm girl? What the hell are you doing here then? I mean I'm happy you showed up but, this place is dangerous". Even for an experienced hunter like Dean.

"I'm nosy. My mom calls me miss trouble. I saw a car stopped in front of this farm, it's yours I suppose. So, I just couldn't help myself". She explained as she kept cleaning the other wounds.

"You saw my baby?"
"Yes, beautiful Impala. It's a damn classic, I mean, all the cool movies, the old movies I mean, they should put an Impala, but the directors don't always have such good taste, I think it would give an extra charm to those movies". Dean was grinning to Marie, that's when she realized she was babbling. But she noticed he was entertained, just by the look in his eyes. Marie kept cleaning his wounds, as fast as she could, always worried not to hurt him.

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"Leave you alone? How dare you plead to me? When I had no chance to plead for my life, taken from me during my sound sleep, by my own weak mother?" Her voice went from a mere angry whispering to yelling, gradually as she spoke.

Liz threw the gun away, out of reach. "I'll never leave you alone. Never!" Liz went towards her mom, faster than Rose's old senses were able to catch her supernatural moves, even inside Sam's body.

When she realized, her throat was being squeezed by Sam's large hands and Liz's strength.
Sam, trapped inside his own body, like a man in a cage, could feel Rose's pulse, fast and apprehensive on the palm of his sweaty hand.

tbc…

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