Chapter 4 – Weeping sky

The rain was pouring from the skies that night, in the little town of Owl Falls and the Winchester brothers were very silent and still in the darkness of the streets, inside the Chevy Impala in front of a graveyard.

- This is it? – Sam questioned his brother, as he glanced at a very beautiful and calm cemetery. How could such a terrible person have lived in such beautiful town and buried in such a tranquil place?

- Yes, Sammy, this is it. Let's burn some nasty spirit's bones and put an end to this murder spree, shall we?

Sam nodded and got out of the car and so did Dean. They grabbed the stuff out of the Impala and looked for the right grave under the summer rain. Strangely that was a pretty easy case. Dean almost got killed and Sam got pretty beat up the day before founding where the man had been buried, but the actual killing was easy. Only two people died and that was actually a pretty good accomplishment given that the spirit was a real bastard. They saved the third victim, without knowing, as they burned the bones under a moonless sky.

Eleven days had passed as Samuel woke up with the smell of baked goods. He was in a very small bedroom, maybe 40 square feet, with walls covered with ivory shelves, full of books from the floor to the ceiling. The bed was only fit for two people: if one more was added to the bed discomfort would kick in. Sam was covered by a warm blue vintage styled eiderdown and white silky sheets. Under his head was the most comfortable pillow in the world. It was so comfortable Sam did not want to leave that bed.

He then heard a female voice, singing a little out a pitch. She did not have a very good singing voice but it was not that bad either. She was singing a song he did not recognize, but that was the theme song for a romantic comedy show called "Better with you". He was curious but damn, was that bed comfortable! He looked through the window behind and over the bed: it was pouring, just like eleven days ago. The sky was dark, filled with grey clouds that wept over Owl Falls and, as if all that rain wasn't enough, it looked like a thunder-storm was coming.

Sam got up and picked his boxers off the floor and put them on. The small bedroom had a white door on the side that probably led to a closet. The bedroom was also placed under a 'semi closed mezzanine'. There was iron stairs that led to a small hall also filled with books. There was window that accessed some stairs that seemed to lead to the building's roof. On the left side of that hall there was another door that possibly led to Marie's roommate bedroom.

In front of Marie's bedroom, where Sam had slept that night, there was another small division. The white wooden door was opened which made available the view to a beautiful and relaxing green bathroom. That division separated the entering hall of the house and the white living room. In there were three white couches that provided a sitting place for 5 people. There was a small antique desk, in ivory, and a very sophisticated armchair in a darker shade of the same color. There were two windows with flower patterned curtains in beige, green and pale pink. Over the antique coffee table was also a jar with purple fake flowers that looked extremely real. The rug was fluffy and in a very pearl like color.

Next to the bedroom was a purple cabinet kitchen, very organized. It was simple yet beautiful as it could remind anyone of home, despite its unusual color. And, dressed in a lumber jack flannel long shirt, with naked legs and her hair in a ponytail, there was Marie, with gigantic grey headphones muffling he sounds of the world with some very peppy song (and weird, to Sam). He could not see her face 'though, she was facing the wall, stirring what seemed to be icing for the cupcakes that were cooling on the counter.

Sam approached her silently and very smoothly grabbed her by the waist and bit her ear. With a visible and palpable hurry Marie took one of her hands to her face and then hid that hand behind her back as she turned to face Sam. Her golden eyes stared at his smoky blue ones and her lips sketched a smile. He loomed up his lips until he felt hers on them. He nibbled and kissed and played with her smooth rosy lips for a few seconds.

- Good morning. – She whispered, as Sam released her lips from their sweet punishment.

- Hi. – He smiled and his stomach felt like he was a very young man again, kissing someone very special… kissing Jess. He hadn't had that teenage innocent (yet not so innocent) feeling in a very, very long time. – What are you hiding from me?

- Nothing.

- Tell me or I will punish you.

- You can behead me for all you want, you will never find out.

- Oh is that so? – He said, with this very non innocent look on his face. He started kissing her chin, and then moved to the neck and the shoulder as she relaxed very slowly. Like a little bastard, Sam immediately grabbed what she was hiding behind her back: a pair of black nerd like glasses. – You wear glasses?

- No, Sam. They are only for decoration. – As she said that, you could feel the sarcasm in the air. Sam put the glasses on. – You look like Wally.

- In my defense, these are Wally's glasses. – She made a scandalized face. – I'm kidding, I'm kidding! Put them on. – She did so. He stayed in silence for 3 seconds and then it was her time to say something, terrified and embarrassed.

- I'll just put the contact lenses again. – She said, as she tried to escape the cage Samuel formed around her, trapping her between him and the counter.

- Don't be silly. You look cute. – His words came out as genuine because they were exactly that. – And sexy. Sam leaned in for another kissed but she pushed her away with a smile on her face.

- Do you usually wake up in such a horny mood? Let me just take a quick bath okay? Explore the house, although there's not much to explore. Unless you want to leave, obviously, that's fine, just do as you wish.

- Too bad, I'm not leaving. – He said. And she smiled.

- Are you hungry? I can make something before…

He interrupted her:

- Go take your bath, I'll wait. And hurry back, please. – He kissed her and she literally ran to the bathroom.

Ten minutes after she got out of the bath and combed her hair very quickly. Then, she walked to her room and picked out a black lingerie full off sexy lace and a transparent black negligée that was supposed to fit lavishly without losing the sensuality. She got dressed and looked at the half-length mirror on top of her nightstand in her tippy toes: it did fit lavishly and sensual.

She clipped her hair in a way that reminded a secretary or a lawyer and slowly walk to the kitchen. She decorated the muffins and put them on the table. Then, she proceeded to walk to one of the living room's window, passing in front of the television and in front of Sam's sight to check if it was appropriately closed so the rain wouldn't come in. It was just an excuse to get Sam's attention: she was so silent in the way she moved he did not notice she was out of the bathroom. Then, she passed behind the couch he was on and walked towards the fireplace that stood between the kitchen and the living room. Marie bended in a way that the skirt became too short as she put some wood in the fireplace and then set it on fire. She closed the fireplace's small glass door so the smoke wouldn't intoxicate the apartment and turned around, catching Sam staring at her. She pretended to be surprised, like she had no idea why he was looking or what she had done to catch his attention.

- What? – She asked, arching her eyebrows.

- Like you don't know.

- No. I do not.

- Hmhm. – He sarcastically agreed. - Why did you turn on the fireplace anyway? You could have just put on something warmer instead of a tiny little piece of fabric. I'm not complaining but…

- It's probably 50 degrees outside. This is a very cold first fall day. – She said, walking towards him.

- It's 47 actually. I just saw it on the news.

- You're only helping me.

- That's what I do: I help people. – The man replied, pulling her to his lap, making her turn her back on the TV and facing him.

- Oh really? Is that your job?

- Maybe. – He said, lying yet telling the truth. She bought it as a joke, that's how a good liar he was.

- Are you Superman?

- I'm better than him, besides if anyone here would be Superman that would be you.

- Hum?

- Clark Kent called earlier. – There was one second of silence. – He wants his glasses back.

- That's it, I'm taking off the glasses. – She said, kind of joking because she knew that's what he was doing, trying to abandon his lap.

- I'm just kidding, seriously?! You look like a librarian. - He took a glance at what she was wearing, as to make a point yet to be pronounced. – A very naughty librarian.

She took the glasses off, with a very sensual look on her face and let her curly hair loose fall on her back and shoulders:

- You are late on a book delivery, Mr. Winchester. There's a punishment for that. – She said, clearly just fooling around and not roll-playing.

They both laughed and Sam tilted his head back, with no restraining on his laugher.

- I am laughing but seriously that was… really hot.

- I am kind of hot, so that would be expected. – Responded Marie, with a very sarcastic pride.

- Indeed. – Sam pronounced, as he approached her for a kiss.

And the dim sky fell over the world without them noticing. Samuel left her house and went to meet his brother at a local bar, right next to the motel they were staying in.

Dean Winchester came through the door, entering the bar. It was dark and you could smell the alcohol in the air. A group of four bearded men were playing pool; they looked like mean ass bikers. There were only two or three more men in the bar, with drinks in front of them and blank looks on their faces. He took a look around until his eyes met the bar and saw the bartender: a girl, probably 25 years old, with long dark brown hair filled with waves and curls. Her eyes were as dark as night, reminded Dean of the black olives in Sam's salad the other day. "Pussy, no one orders salad in a dinner", he had told his brother when he made that request to the waitress.

He walked confidently towards the girl deciding he should slide a line to see if you got lucky that night too. The bartender was smiling and being nice to two old men sitting there on the bar counter; Dean had charm, was young, she would not resist him.

- Hey. – He said, with his usual seductive voice.

The girl squinted at him, with an angry expression, like she was used to getting 'heys' like that:

- What?

- Two beers please. – Sam said, appearing next to his brother out of the blue. He had just arrived, but he got there in time to see the girl's response.

The girl walked away and came back with two tap beers.

- So, how was your dinner? And your sleep over? And your afternoon? Damn, that girl must be crazy in bed.

- Shut up, Dean. So, did you find anything new? Any case?

- Nope, nothing. – He mumbled, while taking a sip of his beer. – This is freaking me out. It's been more than a week. Something must be terribly wrong.

- Or maybe it's just terribly right, have you thought about that in that way? – Dean looked at Sam almost lost. "What", his eyes asked. – Maybe there are no more monsters in the world. Maybe they're finally extinct.

Dean laughed, but there was nothing good in that laugher. It was a sad, a very sad laugher; Dean wanted that to be true, but…

- Do you actually believe that, Sam? – He questioned. – Since when do good things like that happen? – Sam quietly took a taste of his beer with a heavy look on his face. – There will always be things to hunt down, Sammy. Evil is always going to exist, bad things are always going to be lurking in the corner of the street, no matter how bright and pretty the road seems. You know that.

- Yeah, I guess you're right. – "But it's nice to think otherwise", he thought, as he drank some more of the alcohol in front of him.

"That would be nice, although", said the voice in Dean's head. "No more demons, no more ghosts, no more creepy pagan gods nor killing beasts. A chance to settle down somewhere and have a family. A chance to settle down with Lisa and Ben. Have a big white fence, a porch where to sit and drink a beer holding Lisa's hand, a backyard to play football with Ben, a calm and totally safe street where he could ride a bike in without us worrying. Wouldn't that be nice?" Dean Winchester pronounced a silent "shut up" to himself, as he took the largest sip of beer ever.

- Maybe bad stuff is happening but it's just not making it to the press. – Concluded Sam, after a while.

- Yeah… That might be it.

Both brothers finished their drinks and then ate some burgers for dinner. Sam headed back to the motel room, but Dean stayed at the bar. Sam saw some tv and went to bed, to try to get some sleep. And it would be the perfect night to get some sleep – it was raining again and the sound of the water failing on the ceiling and on the streets made such a beautiful lullaby – if it wasn't for the fact that his brain started to do some intense thinking just as soon as his head touched the cool pillow:

Last night had been awesome. He had never felt so… normal. She was just that: normal; and that was terribly good. She was normal, but not common. She was smart and nice and funny and seemed to try to take things not so seriously, always making small jokes, and playing; she had a great sense of humor, most girls he had met did not, they always took what he said way too seriously. She liked reading, for what he saw on her room. She was vibrating and sweet and… she was a lot like Jess. But at the same time, she was way too different from her. Plus, she also saved lives, except that she got paid for it.

Too bad he would have to leave eventually, if it wasn't for that, they could actually have more than just moments.

"Are you hearing this shit?" said another voice in his brain, maybe it was the side of him that did not want to settle. Yes, it was Sam Winchester that controlled that body 70% of the time, the Sam that had a notion of reality and knew what was and what was not possible and that was definitely not possible. "You've only known her for 12 days, Sam. And even if you knew her for a month now you'd never be able to stay with her. What the hell are you thinking, Sam? Yes, it was nice, but that's all that it's going to be!"

Sam could almost see that side of him, like a clone of himself, sitting in the empty bed in front of him but with colder and more distant eyes and a stricter position. An emptier, maybe even madder, face stared at him and talked, moving his arms and squinting his eyes. Seeing things: was he going mad?

- She's not and will never be your girlfriend. You will never be together. So you can just salt and burn that little very tiny piece of you that has feelings (or actually could have) for that girl because that's not us, Sam. Evil will never disappear, you will never settle down, not with Jess nor Maddie, because you got them killed, neither with Marie. You won't settle down with anyone. You will die young and if you don't, you'll just be a very troubled old man, Sammy. – His voice was pure anger and disgust. Who would've said that the usual Sam was that mad inside? – You hunt evil, Sam. And you are pure evil never forget that. You might have dropped that demon stuff but you will always have a dark mean and nasty side, boy. She is normal. She is happy. And nice and can have a very typical life: the American dream. You… You are a monster Sammy, we are a monster. We brought on the Apocalypse. We were Satan's meat suit. We drank demon blood. We could kill demons just by snapping our fingers! So whatever you're feeling or think you are feeling: stop. You cannot feel things like that, Sam, not anymore, if we actually ever felt then. You don't have a soul Sam, you lost it somewhere along the way.

- You are just saying that because you too want to stay. – Sam whispered, forgetting that he was talking to his imagination, with his eyes burning: that was such a horrible thing to recognize, no matter how true it was. – You're just like that because every time we meet someone who could actually stay with us, that actually makes us happy, reality falls on our heads and we have to leave and carry the weight of the world on our shoulders. You don't mean it.

- Don't I? – There was a moment of silence. - Monsters can't feel: you need a soul to do that and monsters don't have one. Remember that, Sammy.

Sammy rolled over, turning around, so he wouldn't face that side of him anymore. "Boohoo, such a sad night for a sad little boy under such a weeping sky" said the voice in his head, disappearing for good, at least for that night.