Chapter 14 – And that's how Destiny fell into Fortune's hands

The moon had just taken over the skies, when she left her dorm room at College for a night out with her best friend. He was waiting for her, leaning against the wall, on the outside of the building, with his punk look and a young face. She was wearing a tulle and puffy mini skirt, in a light shade of grey, as well as an eggplant tone of purple leather jacket, tight and form fitting. Her yellow pump shoes marked her steps on the marble floor and, after she left the building, her shoe marked her steps on the concrete floor. She didn't even notice her friend waiting there for her.

"Seriously Marie, am I that invisible?" He joked.

"Well, you are dressed mostly in black. It's dark so…" She said, as she turned around with a smile.

"Maybe I should dress like you with all those colors, huh?"

"Maybe, Billy, maybe you should."

"Funny. So, is your boyfriend meeting us at the bar?"

"Who? Caleb?"

"Do you have more than one?"

"No. I'm just not used to that term when referring to Caleb."

"Neither am I. I'm more used to the term "idiot"."

She rolled her eyes and grabbed Billy by the arm:

"Don't be mean, Billy." She said, in her adorable and sweet voice. "And yes, he's meeting us at the bar."

He exhaled, incredibly deeply, as someone who is disappointed or upset, or at least not very happy:

"How unfortunate."

Marie decided to ignore him and walk silently to the bar that wasn't that far away. Billy walked with her. They did that every Thursday: they went to the local bar, played some pool, Billy drank a beer and Marie drank a glass of black vodka with lime and ice.

As they were playing, Marie was surprised with a kiss on her neck, from someone behind her. She turned around and smiled: it was Caleb who kissed her, with gorgeous grey, almost silver, eyes and the most beautiful dark hair. He was, indeed, very handsome.

"Hi." She said, showing him a smile.

"How was your day?"

"Normal and yours?" She asked, continuing the game.

"Pretty normal too. I'm going to go get a drink. I'll be right back."

As Caleb walked towards the bar's counter, in order to get a drink, probably a beer (men with 23 years old always prefer beer instead of any other drink), two new costumers entered the establishment. One was taller than the other, and they came in together. The tall one had brown hair and seemed to be a very muscled man, couldn't be more than 25/26 and had the most incredible face: he was gorgeous, he was the most beautiful man in that bar. The other had gorgeous eyes and an almost blond hair; he had the expression of a ladies man, but one with a heart. If there was a contest for elect the most attractive men in that establishment, he would be the runner-up.

Marie did not spend more than a minute looking at them: her attention was required by Billy. If she knew who they were, if she knew what would happen in 4 years from then, she would have taken a long look; she would have looked long enough to memorize each trace their faces were made of, maybe she would have even present herself to them. But, if she had done that, things wouldn't be the same would they?

Marie left the oldest one of them with one look only and the youngest with two glances. He was very handsome, that was the last thing she thought about before turning all her attention towards the game she was playing with her best friend.

He didn't even notice her, not really. He only saw a girl, with her back turned on both him and his brother, playing pool and wearing a very peculiar outfit. If only he knew.

When Marie was born, the three sisters started to create her story, generating a beautiful piece of tapestry, using all kinds of threads in so many different colors, making it her Destiny to marry her best friend. Unfortunately for them, they made Marie's path cross with the Winchesters' for the first time at that bar and, from that moment forward, every point, stitch and every little drawing they tried to make crumbled a few minutes later while the three sisters turned their attention to a new life waiting to be designed. They spent ever so long trying to figure out what it was on that bar that did not let Marie's story be fully painted. But when they realized the most recent stitches that stayed the same, after the freshly new ones crumbled, were the ones when Marie looked at Sam, they knew what had be done. The orders came late, but they came from a higher power. That had to happen, it did not matter that the Winchesters were born to die in a fight: they would know both die for love, and one brother's fortune was sealed forever, as the three Fates finished a simple, but ever so complex, girl's life.

Marie woke up lying in her bed, in Egyptian cotton sheets; the sun was probably still a few hours away from shinning upon that piece of the Earth when she woke up from her dream about a hunting trip. Spring had just kicked off, it was March 28th and next to Marie was a barely dressed man. Besides the sheets, his body was covered by tight navy blue boxers and nothing else. Samuel was still sleeping, sleeping on his stomach and his arms hugging his pillow; his head on its side: as soon as he opened his eyes he would find Marie. She was wearing a silk and short night gown, with white lace details contrasting with the floral vintage pattern that the silky was colored by.

She carefully sat on the mattress, trying not to wake Samuel Winchester, but she knew it was no good: he would wake up anyway. Her hair fell down her back, a little bit messy and puffy, like a dark flame of fire, reddish and beautiful. She quickly ran to the bathroom and washed her face in order to cool herself: it was terribly hot for a typical Spring night. Samuel Winchester was only half a sleep as Marie lay next to him, looking at his skin, golden by nature. He turned his body to his left, facing her, and slowly opened his hazel eyes. He smiled as a teenage boy, he smile has if that was the first night they slept next to each other, or as if he was surprise by her presence, after spending a whole night wondering if she was only a dream. Anyway who ever saw the look on his face that time, or any morning look when he slept with her, would be surprised and would not believe that one year, going on two, had passed since they first met each other, in the city of Owl Falls.

Marie Artemis was now living in a Queen Anne style Victorian house that always belonged to her family, on the Old West End, Toledo, Ohio. She actually liked living there. Recently, Billy moved out (after moving to Ohio with her) and went to live with his new girlfriend, on the girl's apartment. Marie stayed alone most of the time, but Sam did his best to take at least 5 days a month to be with her. When he and his brother had no cases, they stayed at her house, if they were close by (maximum of 3 states away). When she moved, she found it a little hard to get used to the new hospital: she knew no one and, most times, had no one waiting for her back at the house, no one to listen about how her day went; but quickly adjusted by making new friends - if by quickly you understand a few good weeks and many nights alone, eating ice cream. It was the year 2014 and Samuel was close to turning 31 while Marie was still nine months away from turning 29 and they were madly in love with each other, as they were since that first morning they met each other.

Sam smiled and his eyes found Marie by his side, lying on her stomach, and her legs in the air, moving "up" and "down" as if she was a teenager on the couch talking on the telephone with her best friend about boys. She was holding her head with her left hand, making her left arm support a great amount of weight in the position she was in.

"Hello there." He said, in a hoarse voice for his vocal chords seemed to be still half asleep.

"Hello, my dearest chap." She answered, pretending to have a manly voice, imitating the accent of a British gentleman.

"You seriously have to stop watching those DVDs of Downton Abbey."

"I shall never do such thing. I will continue to watch that series until I get over the fact Matthew Crawley dies, which will never ever happen, Sam. Never. You mark my words."

"If you don't stop watching Downton Abbey I will stop having sex with you." He bantered.

Marie looked at him very seriously, as she was actually pondering his threat. "Then I guess you will live on celibacy" she answered him, pretending to truly believe what he said.

"Oh, is that right?" Asked Samuel, climbing on top of her, with a naughty face.

By the time the sun decided to make its glory shine all over that town, Marie was sleeping again, ever so soundly, as Samuel Winchester made it his job to watch over her, just in case the windows and doors were not salted properly; besides… he didn't really want to go to sleep.

He liked it so much when she was asleep, she seemed so… calm. Samuel never really stopped thinking about how much her life was screwed up with him in it. She spent 1/6 of each month, at least, worrying about him: what is he hunting? Who's he with? Is he with his brother, with Castiel? How is he? Is he ok? Sometimes it was hard to call her and talk a little bit. He either didn't have time or she was either working or he only had bad news and didn't want to worry her. Damn it… The worst question anyone could ever think about lingered on her mind every single week, if not every single day: Is he even alive?

At least she had those moments, those calm moments, when her brain fell into a deep sleep and did not bother her with questions nor did it fight with her heart, that little muscle that made her always think the best, always hope for the best, but was so torture with rationality, fear and questions. Oh my goodness, so many questions.

At least she had those moments, when her brain decided to just shut down, or at least erase the dreams he created as soon as she got out of bed, making her think she had a terribly calm night. At least she had a few hours to rest her mind as on the contrary Samuel Winchester had nightmares almost every night, either about something bad happening to his woman or about hell. Still… He'd actually rather go back to hell than letting her get hurt.

I know what you are thinking: he's the one that's most likely to hurt her. He had thought about that and he had decided, a few times, but reluctantly, to leave; but, as you probably already know, Marie is a woman that strongly believes that Sam is one of the most well-intended people on Earth and, sometimes, he's also one of the most stupid people she had ever met.

«Do you actually think I'm gonna let you leave like this?» She had asked, calmly. Sam explained her again as if she didn't understand him the first time. «I understand what you are saying, I'm not stupid. But you are, apparently. I am going to repeat: do you think I'm going to let you leave because of that? If you don't like me anymore, fine: pick up your bags from the floor, get into your brother's Impala and leave. But don't you even try to leave saying you don't want to hurt me. Do you think that low of me? That I'm not strong enough to defend myself from 10 ft of muscle and good looks? Do you actually think that I can't see who's evil or not? Honey, you might have been in hell, but you are no monster. You have never been. I know that. Your brother knows that, it doesn't matter what he might have told you in the past. I don't care how many monsters you sent to purgatory, how many did you kill. I don't care you many bad things you've done. It doesn't matter how many people you've killed or how many things are out there wanting revenge. I don't care about the baggage you bring. I'll never ask you to leave that same baggage outside, when you enter this house. I never asked you that, I don't want that. All I ever asked is for you to let me carry it with you, to let me carry the weight that becomes a burden on your shoulders every single freaking day, Sam. And I only ask you to never let that baggage of yours, those phantoms of yours, kick you out of this house, out of my life. Never. Those are only two things. I promise you, if it makes you feel better. I will kick you out as soon as you turn evil, but you won't so don't hold your breath.» How could he possibly have an argument against that? What he did have, was a request. He said that if he ever became something so evil as in his dreams, she was to take his breath from him she was to kill him however she could, however it was possible to.

Yes, she promised him that; no, she didn't really mean it. And he knew that. As Samuel looked at his love and remembered all the things they had been through, all the nearly dead experiences, how many scars that job drew on them and how many of them Marie suffered trying to stop whatever they were hunting from getting to Sam… He knew it. If he ever tried to hurt her… Let's say, if he went back to being the soulless bastard he once was, she'd just let him kill everyone in that town and she'd fall asleep again on that bed and not close her eyes afraid from what he might do to her. She'd even let him kill her, no matter the reason, but she'd never kill him. There was no way she was ever going to kill him. He knew it, and it made him mad at her stubbornness.

Samuel moved her hair away from her face and slid the tip of his right indicator along her nose, and then kissed it causing Marie to smile while she was sleeping. She always did that: it was as if her body had been created to react in perfect harmony with Sam's, and her mind too. It was if she could feel the warmth of his skin or the fresh sense released by his hair, feel it and know it, being aware of it. When he moved, she moved, and the same happened the other way around. Dean found that to be weird: the perfect harmony, most people don't get to see that their whole lives. Castiel always smiled when he saw them moving in complete balance, making their biggest effort to make the other one happy (although they never needed to try that hard) or to make sure the other was always safe. He never said anything, and he never would, but they were, indeed, made for each other without even their Creator realizing it.

Remember how there are stories about ancient Greek mythology, where men were originally creatures with two heads, eight limbs and only one heart? Zeus separated them at equal sizes, frightened by their possible power, condemning them to spend a dreadful eternity trying to find their missing half. That wasn't true, obviously, God created people with one head, four limbs and one heart; but if anyone was looking for proofs to support that abysmal myth, Samuel and Marie were the most credible example.

Castiel found that to be the most honest testimony that Destiny did, in fact, exist, but it was not how everyone thought it was. The Winchester boys were born to fight for their beliefs and die young or become two grumpy and troubled old men. I must warn you before I continue that this will probably freak out and disturb those of you who don't believe in perfection, who don't believe there is, indeed, the absence of flaws. What I am about to say will make you spend an awful amount of time thinking about my words.

People are not perfect. The journey they make through their lives isn't either. But there is such thing as the perfect place to be, the perfect person to be with: the Perfect destination to one's path.

The Winchester boys were born to fight for their beliefs and die young or become two grumpy and troubled old men. But the truth is even Destiny itself has its own Fortune and its Fate is to change until everyone is exactly where they deserve to be. That is something that happens by accident, sometimes the three Fates just know, sometimes they are wrong, sometimes we make decisions that are unexpected (no one knows why nor how) and that changes things…

The truth is even Destiny itself has its own Fortune and that's to change until everyone is exactly where they deserve to be. Destiny will change itself, with the course of time, most of times, until perfection itself is achieved.