I'm so sorry it took so long for me to post a new chapter and I'm sorry it's such a crappier chapter. Please forgive my misspelling and all the other mistakes, didn't have time to review it. In compensation another terrible chapter will be posted before Christmas. Enjoy.

Chapter 12 – That drum's still beating, loud and clear

The free will team was sitting at a table, at a local diner: Dean was eating a cheeseburguer, the most greasiest one they had on menu, while Sam was eating a ceaser salad with a sliced chicken breast, along side with a natural fruit juice. Dean looked at him like he did everyday, when Sam ordered a salad while there where so many delicious things on menu like chips, burguers, beef and pie.

They where in Port Angeles because of a job: two partners, who owned a construction company, had died in the last three days and they where trying to figure it out. The brothers and the angel where already using their desguises and would soon head to the man's wake, that was happening in the widow's house. The three of them still hadn't settle in a motel, they had decided to leave that for latter; they were in town for an hour and needed to play their parts in the hunting game they called their job.

A waitress walked to their tabble and handed a piece of pie, with a smile on her face:

"Here you go, Father, your cherry pie."

Dean had such a good line to follow that, but could not use it: what a shame, she was such a gorgeous young woman.

"Thank you, dear." Said Father Reed, aka Dean Winchester, son of Mary and John.

The waitress walked away and, discretly, Dean watched her do so, with that "sassy" look on his face.

Samuel Winchester was constantly checking his phone for a message, but nothing. She hadn't called or answered his calls for a couple of days. Marie had told him she was going to her home town with Billy, because his uncle had passed away and he wanted to attend his funeral.

The house was the regular suburb family house: white fence, a porch, painted in yellow, with a swing by the door. The street and all the houses' roofs were covered with late December's snow. It was the 22nd day of the last month of 2012. They knocked on the door and a woman opened, a few seconds later.

"Yes?"

"Mrs. Mason?" Asked Father Reed. "We are new to the congregation and we wanted to pay our respects. We are so sorry for your lost."

"Thank you, please, come in."

That's what they did. There where close to 30 people inside the house, all in black, all with sincere long faces. While Dean and Castiel walked to the kicthen, following the widow with the intention of asking her a few questions, Samuel, or Father Rae, walked to the living room and politely smile at everyone who passed by him – a polite but sad smile, just that face expression was enough, and there was no need to say "Sorry for your lost".

He was looking for Benedict Mason, son of Michael Mason. He was in his 20's, had dark hair and dark eyes and was sitting in the couch with a very sad look on his face, the expression of a son who just lost his father.

In front of him, also sitting on a couch and with their backs turned on Sam, a woman with straight reddish hair (like Marie's minus the curls), beehive style, with a white lace band on her hair. Next to her, a man with a mohoak, between light brown and blond, taller then the woman next to him. Sam walked to Benedict, ignoring the other two people, forgetting to look at them.

"Benedict?" The young man looked at him. "I'm Faher Rae, I'm so sorry for your lost."

"Thank you Father, so are all of we."

"I am sure he's in a better place now. I believe he is."

"Do you, Father?" A sound of disbelief came out of the boy's mouth and left Sam with no reaction. The he continued, with the 'normal' sad tone on his voice. "This is my cousin and a family friend: Billy Carlyle and Marie Lazarus."

As he said the last two names, Sam was already looking at her, with a surprised face he had to contain.

"Sam Rae, is that you?" She said, helping him get into character since Ben had noticed his out of context surprised look. "It's been such a long time, so unfortunate that we had to meet under such conditions." Benedict looked at her, as claiming an explanation. "We went to highschool together, we were in the same English class back in the 11th grade." She proceeded to explain. "Will you excuse us, Tim, Billy?"

"Yes, be my guest." Said Billy, not giving a rat's ass about it.

"Please do. I'm glad someone in this room has the slightess reason to be excited, even if it's just for a few minutes." Marie smiled. Poor boy. She had been his babysitter for a few times, he was such a good person. She got up and, before walking with Sam, kissed Ben on the cheek. "I am so sorry, Benny."

"I know. So am I."

She walked to the hallway with Sam and grabbed her coat and put it on, covering her beautiful navy blue dress. They walked outside and, as soon as the door was closed, Marie proceeded to hug him as hard as she could.

"I'm so glad you're here."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah… I'm fine. As for Billy, not so much, which makes me not as fine as I should be."

"I'm sorry."

"It will pass. So, let me guess. You're here for Michael's case?"

"Yes. What do you know about it?"

"They made a deal, 30 years ago. I know, it's a longer deal than usual, but they had the demon trapped, so."

"What do you mean trapped?"

"OH! They where hunters, haven't I mentioned that? They were hunters since they where little, and 30 years ago they asked for a normal life. They were brothers and wanted out. They wanted a house, a family, their own company. The demon could only give them 30 years, at least that's what they said. They made the deal and, in payment, Michael and Richard gave them their souls and released the demon from the trap he was in. Richard was burried two days ago: his wife didn't want an autopsy and just burried her husband, she said he diserved rest."

"So… There's nothing here anymore?"

"Nope. It was a waist of the Impala's gas."

"Not completely." He smiled, putting his hand on her cheek, preparing to lean in for a kiss.

"What are you doing, Father Rae? Sam, seriously, someone could see us."

"I seriously couldn't care less."

She hugged him and whipered in his ear:

"Wait a little longer and meet me at my family's house, it's on Forrest Side, number 13. The three of you can stay there. And I'll compensate you for the last few days of no calling, I really couldn't find the time. Billy is staying here tonight, so you'll have me all for yourself." He smiled, she bit his earlobe. "Okay?"

"Okay."

The clock indicated it was 7pm and the fireplace heated all the divisions of chalet. Marie was at her childhood house, a reasonally big house, in the style of a montain house, since it was near the forrest. The next house was at 36 ft away, they were pretty separated from each other. The house was beautiful on the outside and on the inside. The living room was huge and the kicthen was "under" the stairs. A big Christmas tree as one of the first things a person would see when entering the house. It was an artificial tree, as to spare the green life from deforrestation, decorated with golden and red Christmas balls, sparkly little stars and raindeers, little angels and fake pine cones. A huge star was on top of the tree and yellow lights went all around the tree. Underneath it, there where at least 20 gifts, all wrapped in pretty bows.

Marie was in the kitchen and she was wearing her grey uggs, black thie-high whool socks and her one of her brother's old flannel shirt, with a black, grey, dark blue and red plaid pattern. She was still wearing her beehive and the little lace band. The Sheppard's pie wouldn't be done for another hour, but a orange cake with rasphberry and chocolate ganache fealing was alreay done. The tabble was set in the dinning room, so she would have to do it latter, and the red wine was on the fridge. Marie finished washing her baking utensils and walked to the living room and, right before she sat on the couch, the doorbell rang.

As soon as she opened the door, Sam attacked her, kissing her violently. She closed the door with her foot, stopping the snow from coming in to the house.

"They won't be here for another hour, I got a cab so I'd arrive earlier." He said, while taking his coat, scarf off.

"Slow down, honey, I'm not going anywhere." She said, releasing herself from his kiss and picking up his clothing and putting them on the coat hanger. "First: I bought three pairs of slipers on my way here. Take your shoes off, no one walks nor barefoot nor with outside shoes in my parent's house."

He smiled and traded his boots, leaving them at he entrance, and putting his slippers on.

"Seriously?"

"Yep. It's more comfortable and it doesn't get the house all dirty. Second: my parent's will be here on the 24th and I am counting that you and your own family will join us."

"For what?"

"For Christmas, silly. It's been just us for a very long time and it would be nice to have other people over. You don't have to present yourself to my family as my boyfriend, that's fine. But please stay. It's Christmas, you shouldn't spend it at a motel nor on the road."

"I'll stay. And I'm sure Dean and Castiel will too."

"Great. Now, moving on." Marie then walked towards Samuel and grabbed his belt buckle, and took the leather belt off. When Sam smiled and tried to push his pants down, Marie immediately stopped him. "No one asked for your help, mister." She said, with an authoritary look on her face.

His silent laugh was stopped by her kissed, with Marie's tongue finding it's way inside Sam's mouth. She pulled his pants down and then went back to kissing. She pushed them, slowly, and almost as if she wasn't doing it on purpose, to the door and trapped him bettwen the door and her. Their breaths were getting heavier and their hearts started to beat faster for they were so close to eachother and hadn't seen one and other in two weeks. Her left hand grabbed Sam's hair and her right hand found it's way from his waist to his crotch and started to stroke it gently, making Sam moan almost silently, and making it hard for him to concentrate on making out with her. He threw his head back a little, with his eyes closed and Marie smiled, kissing and sensualy biting his jaw while her hand slided down Sam's lower abdomen to the inside of his boxers and grabbed his hard dick. Her hand slowly moved "up" and "down", "up" and "down" and then did it faster and faster until Sam's moaning became actually a sound you could hear.

Not beeing abble to cointain it anymore and burning with lust, Samuel opened her shirt by just ripping the bottons off, picked Marie up and inverted the positions, holding her against the door. She wrapped her legs around him with all the strengh she had and put her arms around him, supporting her own very light weight so Sam had his hands available. He unbuttoned the one button his boxers had and opened that "space", his penis needed no help to come to he outside of the clothing. With one finger, Sam pulled Marie's panties to the side, on the genital area, opening some space without taking that piece of clothing off; and he rubbed his dick against her vagina, just to provocate her a little.

"Just do it Sam." She said, with a dry mouth and the temperature rising even more. "Stick it inside me, c'mon, do it. Do it hard, Sam."

He did it, making her grabbed his hair and pulling it a little bit. In and out, in and out, Sam fucked her hard, just as she asked, with one hand on the wall and the other grabbing Marie's left breast. Faster and faster and faster, harder and harder and harder, until she screamed and scracthed his back. Then three times slower, in and out, until he was done.

The pression Marie's legs made around his body got smaller and she fell on her feet, as Sam released her. He put his dick inside the boxers and smiled, trying to regain his breath. Marie was leaning against the door and had her eyes closed; if they were opened, she would be looking at the celling. The shirt was ruined, her painties were wet and she was out of breath. Her breasts were showing and normally she would cover them immediately, but she was to focused on getting her heart beat and her breathing rate back to normal. She felt Samuel right in front of her, but did not look. One deep breath, another one and she felt something around her right nipple, a mouth. Sam was almost kneeling down and was kissing and biting and licking and sucking her on the right nipple, as he pulled the other one with his fingers.

"Don't do that." She whispered trying to control herself.

"Do you want me to stop?" He said, leaving her right nipple alone and taking his left hand to the inside of her panties, while pulling her left nipple, to cause a mix of pain and pleasure, and making her scream: her nipples and neck were two of her three weak spots.

"No." She responded.

He played with her still wet vagina, making it more and more wet, stucking his fingers inside – first one, then two, then three; while bitting and pulling her nipples. He then proceeded to pull her pants down, kneel in front of her and taking his mouth to her vagina and licking it untill she screamed one more time and actually begged him to stop.

She pushed him away and pulled up her underwear, putting it back on.

"Thank you." She said, looking at Sam whom was sitting on the floor just watching her with an evil smile. "For ruining my shirt." She covered herself, by overlapping the two diferente sides of the shirt and holding it with her hands. She started to walk up the stairs. Sam grabbed his pants and his bag and followed her.

"Where are you going?"

"Taking a quick bath and changing so I can go finish dinner." She answered him, entering the second door on the left. He followed her and encounter a vintage decorated bedroom, with one green wall and three white ones, one white wall covered in vynil records. Her bed was queen sized and had a white lace quilt and 20 different pillowes on top: floral paterns, sequins… There was a TV from the 60's with a wodden box and four wodden feet, it's picture was in black and white, for sure, and on top of this one a amplifier that was connected to a record player and two speakers. There was 3 paper lamps hanging from the ceiling and a white dressing table, in a baroque style. On top of the hairdresser / dressing table where two diferent perfumes: wonderstruck and PINK fresh&clean. The bed was painted in aubergine purple, the same color has the rug. Marie entered through this door that was covered in old pages, from antique books. Sam could see devil's traps in those pages, monsters, but also parts of Romeo and Juliet, some pages in portuguese, "A Cidade e as Serras, Eça de Queiroz" in one of them, and many other words. With that door opened, Sam could see a black bathroom, a large one, that seemed to be shared qith the bedroom on the first door on the left, back in the hallway.

Marie took her clothes off and sent it to the basket of dirty clothing, while the shower was running and the water was getting warmer. She entered the shower and Sam walked to a shelf full of books. There he saw one book that was not labled, but had a beautiful leather cover. Samuel grabbed it and opened it, sat on a chair and started to read it. It was a book Marie herself had writen, it was dated 2003 on the first page, the year she had written it. There was no name for that book, just a number of pages filled with words that made sentences, sentences that made paragraphs and paragraphs that made chapters, chapters that turned to a story. Samuel did not seem to notice the time passing by, as his eyes scatered those words very carefully in order to miss none. He didn't hear the watter being turned off, nor the blow drier being used to re-straighten her hair (it only needed a touch). He only stopped reading when Marie aproached him, all dressed. She had left him in the bedroom to read while she finished diner and let Dean and Cas in and took them to the guest room that had two single beds, one for each.

Her girlfriend had her typical jeans on and a knitted shirt, she was also wearing her necklace and her most gorgeous smile that just lit up the room.

"Baby, come on, dinner is ready." Sam looked at her, when he heard her voice and put the book on the bed and put his pants on. Samuel walked down the stairs and felt the scentof comfort food and the perfume of burning wood. Dean appeared from the kitchen, holding the bread basket and put it on the tabble. Castiel sat down and so did Dean. Marie smiled and Sam sat down to. She walked to the kitchen and came back with the main course, that she put on the table and sat down to. The smiles on their faces and the nie conversation made it look like the weird family in Marie's book: blood didn't have to be what made people family, unexpected bonds can cross our paths and create families you didn't expect they were possible. The brothers and the angel knew eachother for years, but Marie only knew them for a couple of months; still, they cared about eachother, wasn't that enough?

For the first time, in many years, they would not work during Christmas, they were not in a motel nor on the road, they were home, although that was not their house.

December 23rd, 9 am, the funeral happened. Marie and the three priests attended it, and payed their respects. The day after that was the 24th. Marie got up earlier than what she would wake up in a normal vacation's da, around 9 am, and let the Winchester brothers sleep a little more.

Marie took all she needed to the kicthen counter: she was going to bake all the baked goods in a typical portuguese Christmas: filhós, sonhos (both of these a pastry made of frie dough), french toasts covered in cinnamon (like most Christmas treats). She was also going to make aletria, arroz doce (sweet rice) and bolo rei (king's cake). She would also make a chocolate cake, tons and tons of pie, a vanilla and blueberry cake with fondant covering it. The dinner would be cod fish with cabbage, carrots and potatos, plus the typical american Christmas meal. And açorda.

Once she started to break some eggs into a huge bowl, she was surprised by an angelical presence. His blue eyes where starring at her and he was earing his usual clothing.

"God damn it, Castiel. You scared me."

"My apologies."

She smiled and so did he.

"Why are you up this early?" Asked Castiel.

"Someone has to start cooking Christmas pastries. For example, some of the portuguese delicacees I'm making today take up to three hours."

"I see."

"Would you like to help me?" Marie asked, with the most dazzling smile.

"I can't cook. Angel's can't cook." He said, embarrassed.

"Well, I'll teach you Cas. Will you help?"

Castiel help her with the cooking. He was the one that mixed the dough with his hands, for the filhós and the sonhos. They let that dough grew for almost two hours and then proceeded to make the King's cake.

Upstairs, Samuel Winchester was still sleeping, but was not resting. His mind was playing tricks and deceiving him, making him believe the dream he was having was actually going to happen. Marie had decided to join them in a hunting trip. She was wearing the most beautiful ring on her left hand, since it had been given to her, a few weeks before that night, she never took it off not for one second. It had been bought in an antique shop, and it's origin went back to the 1800's. It was made of silver, in a barroque style, and had a saphire instead of a big central diamond, along with tiny little diamonds encrusted in the refined and intricated silver. It was the perfect ring for her.

She had been attacked by the thing they were hunting, she was sitting on the floor, in a corner of the abandoned building, with her hands covering her wound and trying to stop the bleeding. Sam was next to her, he did not know what to do. Dean killed the monster, but the damages it had made were already too much, they were devastating.

Marie was trembling:

"Why is it so darning cold in here?" She asked, having trouble in speaking, and trying to draw a smile on her lips. The blood kept gushing out of her abdomen, slowly, but non-stopping. Her eyes were wet, she was trying not to cry, she was trying to be strong. The truth is, she was not actually in pain, not really, she just didn't want to leave Sammy so soon.

"Shhh… You'll be fine. We're going to take you to the hospital and you'll be fine." Sam said.

"No. You can't move me from here. You have a deslocated shoulder, Dean's arm is probably broken, and if you pick me up I'll bleed out. I can't be moved, Sammy."

While she was trying to stay strong, Samuel was crying like he hadn't cried in a long time. It was like Maddie all over again, expect it was a thousand times worst.

"Sweetie…" She said, her voice getting weaker and weaker by the second. "Don't cry. Everything is going to be just fine. You just… you gotta keep hunting. And you have to stay with your brother, you have to stay with your family."

"I'll bring you back."

"No you will not, Samuel Winchester! Don't you even dare selling your soul for me. I love you baby, but don't you do that. Don't be selfish enough to bring me back and make me live with the fact that you sold your soul for me. I'm the selfish one, not you." She laughed and a wave of pain filled her body, it hurt like hell.

"I love you." He said.

"I love you too."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm the one who's dying, your not the one who should apologize, I'm the one leaving you. Just don't forget to watter my cactus." She smiled, and so did he. He kissed her and just held her hand. Dean sat down next to them. "Did you kill it?"

"Yes." Answered Dean. "I always do."

"Good." A few seconds later, blood came out of her mouth and, pretty soon after that, her heart just stopped.

Everything just went black and his own voice occupied his mind: "See, Sammy? I told you. 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. You hunt evil, Sam. And you are pure evil never forget that. You're a monster and you already knew a monster always takes the life of those you love. This time, that monster was you."