I'm sorry for such a crappy chapter, I haven't had much free time to actually put everything aside and write, with college and stuff; but I do promise I will use every free minute to write and try to compose some decent chapters, next time. Thank you for your patience, thank you so much.

- the supernatural tribe, aka Maria

Chapter 6 – When love departs

And another week passed. And during that week Sam had a chance to see how his life could be if he was not a hunter, how normal and beautiful his life would be if he just stopped hunting, if he just left his brother again. But Dean was, indeed, his brother and there was no way Sam would leave him on his own again. He wouldn't be exactly on his own; he had Castiel, but still… They were family and family sticks together.

Marie had just arrived home from work, or what she was supposed to call home. That small apartment had been the roof on her head for two years now but it never actually felt like home. She had been forced to leave her real home a long time again, going on eight years. She barely had time to change her clothing and eat something before Samuel Winchester rang the doorbell.

She let him in the building and after a minute or two she opened the door and found Sam. He didn't look too happy; he looked like he had done something very very wrong. Suddenly, she wasn't smiling no more.

"Are you…?" She couldn't even finish her sentence; she did not know what to say.

"We are leaving tomorrow morning. I'm so sorry." He said, with pain in his voice, entering the apartment and trying not to let her actually see how sad he really was… Oh god, if she started crying or something he would totally fall apart.

"Don't. It's fine, Sam. We knew this was coming. We just didn't know when." She tried to smile, but that was the opposite of what she was feeling: happiness was not it.

Although they only knew each other for 20 and something days, they did not want it to end that soon. Sometimes, love can strike and steal your heart in a couple of days (like it did with Sam and Madison) why not a couple of weeks?

"I shouldn't have to leave."

"But you do." She said, holding his face in her hands. "And you'll continue that weird road trip with your brother that you can't talk to me about and you'll have fun."

"I'll come visit."

"You will be more than welcome. But only if you do it because you want to; do not feel like you have to."

"Don't worry. But don't let that keep you from…" He didn't have to say the rest. Moving on.

"I won't." She lied: she wouldn't be able to move on for a very long time. At this time, they were already sitting on the couch.

She hid her face on his chest, as she hugged him, trying to keep her tears in secret.

"What time is your brother picking you up?"

"8 am."

"Then I will make breakfast for all of us."

"You don't have to."

"No, but I want to."

They stared at each other for a little while trying not to let that situation bring them down.

"So… this is our last night together." She said.

"For now" He completed. "I'm so sorry."

"Just shut up and kiss me, okay?"

And so he did, leaning in to steal a kiss, and another and another. With one hand on her face and the other supporting his weight, Sam laid her down on the couch and followed that movement of her body.

Marie took his shirt of his body and then took hers. He kissed her with passion and moved down her neck, then her chest, burning his way through her cleavage and her stomach. He then unbuttoned her denim shorts and pulled them off her body; Sam took his jeans off and Marie pulled him back to the couch and sat on top of him. They kissed again, their tongues playing with each other and their upper bodies leaning against each other; she felt the warmth of his skin and vice versa – they shared the heat that ran through their veins and burned their skin.

Samuel bit her lips and then her jaw and her neck and her shoulder, as he took her bra off, and finally her breasts, pulling her nipples with his teeth – with no intention to hurt her. She rolled her eyes over, pulling his hair in a mix of pain and pleasure. She took her red laced panties off and pulled his boxers off of her way (it would be hard in that position but Sam helped her). She reached for a condom that she kept in her purse which was sitting on her coffee table. Sam put it on and pulled Marie back to his lap again. She moved her hips, making it go in and out, at a moderated speed that would increase slowly towards the end. He kissed her and grabbed her by her waist, her hair… She had one hand pulling his light brown hair and the other on his back, scratching his skin with desire. Their moaning and the sound of their breaths and their bodies moving in tune with each other were the only sounds you could her in that apartment.

The moon was traded by the sun and by eight hundred hours that Sunday morning, Sam sat in front of the kitchen table, as Marie took baked goods out of the oven. Two pies were already on the breakfast table and the two dozens of muffins were being removed from the oven. The breakfast was ready to be eaten: a pumpkin a pie, chocolate muffins, blueberry muffins, lots of fruit – grapes, blood oranges, bananas, kiwis, figs and pomegranates -, milk, coffee, hot chocolate. There were also different types of bread and a hole kind of things you could put in them.

8:05 am: the doorbell rang. Sam answered. It was Dean and he did not come alone.

"Hey." Dean said, when he saw his baby brother. "Are you ready to go?"

"Marie made us all breakfast."

"I don't know Sam…" He was interrupted.

"She made pie." Confronted by such beautiful words pronounced by Sam, Dean entered the apartment and his eyes searched for the owner of the house but with the intention to find the pie, also. "Hi, Cas." Said Sam, when he took a step towards the door. "Come in, you are invited too."

And so he did, following Dean. They both saw a short girl, a little over 5'2'', curly long hair and simple clothing: a large knit dress in a tone of grey and black ugg comfortable boots; skinny, like a small sized model, great posture.

She turned around, with a smile on her face, drying her hands on a dishcloth.

"You must be Dean." She said, shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you, please sit. Eat some pie, I heard you like it."

"Oh well, thank you." He said, admired by the sweetness in her voice, although it was expected. "I love pie."

She smiled again and walked to Castiel. She held out her hand, waiting for a handshake, and this time Cas knew what to do – a few years back and he would have stared at her hand just like he did with Sam the first time they met.

"I'm Marie. You are Castiel, am I right?"

"Yes, that is the name given to me by my Father." He said that with the greatest honor and pride. She smiled: he was weird, the good kind of weird.

"Please, Castiel, take a sit." They all sat down. Sam next to Marie, in front of Dean; Dean next to Cas and Cas in front of the girl.

"Such great hospitality" The older brother said, with a mouthful. "And such a great pie."

She smiled.

"Well, thank you Dean. That's what you learn when you grow up in a southern catholic family: how to make pies, southern hospitality and the belief in God." Castiel smiled when she said that, but also felt like there was something wrong with her, but she had hidden that very deeply in her being. Dean also sensed that and so did Sam, a few times. But what wrong could she have done? What could be worse than starting the Apocalypse?

They ate and talked until the end of the meal. Marie put the second pie – lemon merengue flavor – in a paper box and handed it to Dean, because he loved pie. She handed to Castiel a bag of chocolate muffins as he had said they were delicious and congratulated her on such great baking skills. Dean smiled when he stated that: Castiel, complimenting someone as a normal person, as an actual person – that would never get old, deep down he'd never get used to it. To Samuel, she gave a kiss and walked the three of them to the street.

Castiel and Dean got in the car as Sam stayed behind, just for a minute or two, to say goodbye.

"I will come to visit."

"I know you will." But at that time, she didn't believe that to be true.

"Even if I didn't Dean would make me come to visit you so he could eat another of your delicious pies." She laughed: hat she believed in. Then, the smiling faces turned into very serious ones. They kissed with such great passion you could feel the emotion in the air, the sadness cutting through it. "Bye."

Sam got into to the car and she stayed there, by the building's stairs, watching the Impala drive away and with him the only man she had loved in a very long time, as that man watched her stay still and yet disappear, by the review mirror; as all chances of happiness slipped through their fingers.