Chapter 2 – Baby says
September 21st, 2013
The sun had risen a few hours before Sam Winchester was woken up by the alarm clock in that motel room. It was the tenth time Sammy woke up in that same motel room, tenth time in a row. There was no case worth following so the Winchesters decided to take some time off from the family business. Sam turned the alarm clock, and did his ten day old routine. He took a leak, got dressed, drunk some orange juice and left the motel for a quick run.
It was weird how everything was back to what it used to be. He was on the road with his big brother, hunting things and saving people: the family business. He still had nightmares, sometimes, about the Apocalypse, about having to fight against his own brother instead of fighting beside him. Sometimes he still had nightmares about being a monster, about being one of the things he was taught to kill.
Samuel Winchester put the earphones on and just ran the exact same path he ran the past 10 days.
The sun was shining high and all the birds were singing, on top of the trees, like they were on top of the world. It was a simple town and everything was equally simples, everything was just beautiful. Everyone knew each other and if they didn't it surely look like so because everyone would smile and say hi to those who passed by. Sam Winchester ran until he found the town's square: a park, with some benches and an old bronze statue, surrounded by stores of all kinds. There was an antique shop, a coffee shop and a diner, a boutique and so many other things.
The exact same people were there, the exact same people in the exact 10 days. At least, most of them were. An old couple would sit every morning by fountain and just talk and laugh. After all those years of marriage, they still had so much to talk about, they still had so many reasons to smile and laugh for. Business man would line up, some at the coffee cart, other at the coffee shop, to get their morning caffeine before heading to work, as they did 5 days per week. The owner of the antique shop would run across the square, in her high heels: she as late every single morning to open up.
And then, by the drinking fountain, on the corner of the beautiful and peaceful square, there was always the same girl. Sam say her almost every day, he had seen her before, in that same spot, drinking water while taking a break from her jogging, 7 times – this was the 8th.
She was wearing grey tight leggings and a green sweatshirt. Her curly reddish brown hair was thigh on a long and hypnotizing pony tail. She was about 5'2'' and very elegant, small sized; extra small, maybe. She suddenly turned and looked around, like she was expecting someone who was late. When their eyes met, his blue ones almost got lost on her golden stare. She started running and Sam followed her. They ran at full speed and, although she ran very fast, it didn't take long for Samuel to catch up and, when he did, they both slowed down until they stopped at the very same time.
– What the hell, Marie. Where you running from me? – He asked, with a smile on his
face.
– If I was, I wouldn't have stopped silly. – She answered, trying not to show how tired
she was, trying to control her breathing. – I was just trying to see how bad you would follow me.
– Well, you got me. – He played, while, at the same time and without her knowing, speaking the very truth. – I would follow you to the end of the earth.
– Dumb ass. – She said, just joking around.
– So, how was work yesterday? And the day before? – He asked, as they started walking beside each other.
– Normal, it as work, you know, normal nurse stuff.
– How is working 24 hours in a row normal?
– I know what this is.
– What is what? - He smiled, predicting she was about to make a joke again.
- You missed me.
- What does that have to do with anything?
- Nothing. – She smiled. – But it's true.
He laughed and looked up to the skies. Crap, he had been caught.
- So… Are you working tonight?
- God forbid! I just worked 24 hours in a row, boy, I deserve a damn break.
- Are you… Doing something tonight?
- No… - She smiled at him, interested in what he would say next.
- Would you like to have dinner with me? – He choked, stumbling on his own words. Weirdly, he was nervous.
Finally revealing a little of her shy side, she blushed and tried to play it cool:
- Thought you'd never ask.
- Is that a yes? – He asked, just to make sure.
She rolled over her eyes, with a smile on her face. Her cheeks were still painted in a rose color and she had this happy look on her face…
- Yes Sam, that's a yes.