Sam and Madison were enjoying a leisurely Saturday morning in bed. Madison was getting hungry, but Sam was reluctant to leave the bed. He loved days when both he and his wife didn't have to work and they could lie in as long was they wanted.

"Sam, don't you want to get up and have breakfast? We could go to the diner," suggested Madison.

"The one that serves breakfast all day?" asked Sam.

"That's the one," replied Madison.

"Well in that case, we don't have to get up yet. I've got what I want to for breakfast right here," said Sam as he started to nibble on Madison's neck. The loud growl his stomach let out announced that maybe Sam did need food after all.

"Alright, I'll get up now." Sam let out a sigh as Madison laughed.

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Sam and Madison both loved Goldie's diner because of it's kitschy nineteen-fifties theme. The waitresses all wore poodle skirts that were either pink or blue. There were vinyl records on the wall and mini jukeboxes at every table. Sam also loved their buttermilk pancakes, the best in the city. He always ordered them, plus a side of hash browns and crispy bacon. Madison would order a Belgium waffle and a fruit cup.

"I called Dean and asked if he wanted come over for dinner tonight and do you know what he said?" asked Sam as poured maple syrup on his pancakes.

"What?" said Madison as she cut into her waffle.

"He said he couldn't because he had a date with Lindsay," said Sam.

"Dean asked Lindsay out? That's great." Madison couldn't keep the smile off her face.

"I guess it is. I think Lindsay could be good for Dean. She's different from the girls he usually dates," said Sam using the term dates loosely.

"They would good for each other," corrected Madison.

Sam nodded in agreement. If any one deserved happiness it was his brother. Dean was always putting others first and Sam hoped that for once his brother would put himself first. Any reservations Sam had about Dean getting involved Lindsay were already gone. He realized that his brother had changed since he moved to San Francisco. With his life on track, maybe Dean does want to settle down he thought.

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Lindsay took one last long look at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a black dress with thin straps that came to just above her knee, pairing it with a pair of gold strappy sandals. She had pulled on a black cashmere cardigan to ward off any chill that might be in the air. Her hair was pulled back on one side with a few loose curls in it. After finally deciding she looked okay, Lindsay grabbed her purse and went to wait in the living room for Dean.

"It's just a date," Lindsay muttered to herself. However, judging by the butterflies in her stomach it was more than just a date. After breaking up with Jean Paul, she had sworn off dating, but now here she was going on a date. Of course, Dean was total opposite of that jerk.

Lindsay was only waiting a couple of minutes when the doorbell rang. She opened the front door to find Dean standing there. He looks so handsome in his suit she thought . Normally Dean didn't like to wear a suit, but he wanted to do something special for his first date with Lindasy.

"Wow," was Dean could say as he stared at Lindsay. She looks incredible he thought.

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"This place has the best steak in the city. Their porterhouse is wonderful," said Lindsay as she scanned her menu.

"Sounds good to me," said Dean, not ever bothering to look at the menu.

Once their dinners had arrived, Dean and Lindsay fell into easy conversation.

"So how did you get interested in French?" asked Dean.

"My mother's parents were from France. I grew up hearing it my whole life. When Andrew and I were little our parents started us off on French lessons. Mom was very proud of her heritage and wanted to pass that along to us," said Lindsay.

"That's cool," said Dean. He wondered if, instead of passing on his English heritage from his mother's side of the family, he would be passing on his hunting knwoledge learned at his father's knee.

"So Dean, how do you like living in San Francisco?" asked Lindsay.

"It's a great city. After so many years on the road it took a little while to get used to being in one place all the time, but now that I am used to it, I really like it," said Dean.

"You know, it took living in a foreign country to make me realize how much I love this place." Talking to Dean, Lindsay felt so relaxed. The nervousness she felt earlier had completely disappeared.

What felt like the perfect date to Lindsay ended with the perfect good night kiss. Dean promised he would call her the next day and that was a promise he intended to keep.

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"My mom and dad say hello," said Madison as she hung up the phone.

"How are they doing? Do they like the new condo?" asked Sam.

"They're fine and they love the condo. It's right near the beach and they go there for walks all the time. Mom went to see Molly yesterday. She's been put on bed rest for the last month of her pregnancy." Sam thought he saw sadness cloud Madison's eyes for a moment, but when he looked again it was gone. He knew how much she wished she could have a child one day, but because they did not know what effect her being a werewolf would have on a child they decided against it.

"Poor Jack," said Sam with a shake of his head.

"Poor Jack, he's not the one on bed rest, his wife is," replied Madison.

"Yeah and I bet her restlessness is driving him crazy," said Sam with a small chuckle.

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Lindsay was too wound up from her date with Dean to sleep, so after changing into her pajamas, she pulled out the journal that she bought at an estate auction in France. She had spent several weeks putting it in order and now she was translating it. Fluent in French, translating it was a breeze, but some of the handwriting in it had started to fade making it hard to read. However Lindsay had made a lot of headway and was almost done.

"Dad, can you come here a second. It's important," called out Lindsay.

After putting a bookmark in his book, Sid placed it on the coffee table and headed into the kitchen to see what his daughter wanted.

"What's up, Lindsay?" asked Sid.

"Dad, can you read this and tell me what you think?" Lindsay handed some papers to her father. They were translated pages from the hunter's journal.

Taking the pages, Sid sat down at the kitchen table. He quickly became engrossed in what he was reading. Could this be for real? His heart beat slightly faster at that thought.

"Oh my God! Lindsay are you sure this is right?" asked Sid when he finished reading.

"Yeah, Dad. I tripled checked it. Do you think this could be real?" asked Lindsay.

"I haven't heard of this ceremony before, but that doesn't mean it's not real," answered Sid. "What is the thing with the eclipse that takes place?"

"I called a friend of Andrew's who works at Cal-Tech. Apparently, once every hundred and fifty years there's a solar eclipse and lunar eclipse on the same day just like what's mentioned in the journal. That's going to happen soon," said Lindsay.

"How soon?" asked Sid.

"One week from today. It mentions severing the bloodline. Do they know who the sire is or was?" asked Lindsay.

"Her sire is dead. That was the first thing they tried," replied Sid.

"Dad, do you realize what this mean? If it turns out to be true that is." Please let this be true Lindsay silently prayed.

"A cure," was all Sid said.

More to Come

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I'm thinking about writing a prequel to this series that would deal with Sam and Madison's relationship from when he decided to say unitl they get married. Please let me know if you would be interested in reading it.