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Chapter 15 – Port Angeles

His body was being attacked by flames, his flesh burned and decomposed at the same time, as if time passed by faster than flames as if he had been stuck in that hole for ages and the fire never stopped burning. Was it all in his head or was it like Lucifer said once: he never left the cage and never would? Sometimes, that idea still haunted him, but why would Satan give him such a good fake life? It was not real; he was not on the cage: he was out and was just dreaming. He figured that out for the 100th time when he woke up in bed, all covered in sweat, with the window opened behind him and the summer breeze entering through it, refreshing his burning hot body.

Next to him was nobody: she wasn't there. Marie was working at the hospital that night and he did not like it one bit. He understood she liked her job and she had to do it, but that week he just had a feeling something bad was going to happen. He picked up the phone next to him and checked for any text messages or missed calls: there were none. Samuel then got out of bed and walked to the book shelves, where a diary waited for him. He had been reading that little journal for the last couple of months every single day or night Marie had to work. It was her grandfather's diary; he started writing it since he was only 13 years old – at only that age that man was a better hunter than most of the existing ones. Joseph Sammael Colt was named after the fifth archangel of the World of Briah. In some other traditions, Sammael was also named Lucifer; in the Jewish lore, Sammael is the angel of death, and this creature is just as related to good as it is too evil in all versions of its character.

September 15th, 1944

Phoenix, Arizona.

We have been on this hunting trip for more than two weeks and we haven't been home for much more than that. I am ever so tired of this life. I do not mean to be misunderstood: I adore being a hunter, we kill monsters and save people, and I will raise my own kids into this life style, and I sure do hope my grandchildren grow to be fabulous hunters to, but sometimes I wish I was capable of ignoring the problems around me just to be with my family. I wish my father did the same. We haven't seen mama in ever so long, more than a month – that I am sure of!

I am so sure we are not going to solve this case anytime soon. People just keep dying and we cannot find any connection between them, nor can we find any clues besides the presence of their lips being black and their insides completely turned to slush. We have looked on every book we could find nearby and all the ones we brought with us. There is no one to ask for information and there are no eye witnesses. I have never felt so useless and so powerless in my life. Even if we can eventually find out what is doing this, how will we find out how to kill it? A creature that is known by none is probably killed by nothing either. I mean, anything can be killed, the problem is figuring out with what.

Samuel saved the journal back on its place as he heard a noise down stairs. The clock said 4 a.m. and Sam saw in that a reason to hide behind the door. Right next to him was Marie's favorite gun, her grandfather's pistol, inside the jacket that always hang on the door, always ready to be used in case of a break in. Sam once asked her if a normal gun with normal bullets in it would actually do anything against a demon or vampire. "Of course not." She said. "For that the house is practically bullet proof. This is in case of some dumb ass human tries to get in her. Never shoot to kill: aim for the knees; that way you can ask questions and they'll never walk again." Her smile was way too innocent to follow a sentence like that, but still… Sam found it adorable. If someone ever broke into the house when Marie was there, Samuel would for sure shoot to kill, because no one came close to the people he loved with any evil thoughts and got away with it.

Sam heard the steps on the stairs with difficulty: someone was walking very carefully. The door was opened and Samuel quickly covered the person's mouth and grabbed them by the waist, immobilizing the arms. A squeal was heard.

"Now what?" He whispered onto the person's ear, with a rough and almost mean voice, as if he was holding a murderer and was about to break their neck.

The girl silently and carefully, but immensely quick, took her knife from under her skirt and pulled it against the man's leg, not to cut anything, but close enough to the skin to hurt a little, to make a point. "I will cut your femur artery with just a simple blow. Now let go of me."

"Where the hell did you keep that?" Asked Samuel, as he released his girlfriend and she threw the knife onto the bed.

"I have my secrets." Said Marie, with a daring look. "Wanna find out?"

"You're wearing that thing I gave you last Christmas, aren't you?"

"You bet it. Now, unzip my dress so I can go take a shower."

It was the year 2015 and Samuel Winchester had never been happier. His brother was doing what he loved, hunting, with his closest friend, a freaking angel, and had the opportunity to rest at Marie's house and have a normal couple of days every time he decided to. Sam had a girlfriend who he loved most dearly and had a real glimpse of a normal (but never boring) suburbs life. They were together since 2013 and although there was no ring on her finger, Samuel sometimes thought about that. Maybe if he wasn't so screwed up he'd have the balls to do it. Maybe he just didn't want to scare her or maybe he really didn't want her to be stuck to a guy that can die at any given day. But on the other side, she was already stuck to him. Samuel Winchester was just afraid, that's it: he was a 7ft scared moose.

"Oh, honey", remembered Marie, awakening Sam from his thoughts. "Did you pack up already?" As her eyes met his, Marie knew he didn't. "Sammy, we have my high school 10 year reunion. You were the one who convinced me to go!" She took her shoes off and left them scattered around the room.

"I know, I'm sorry, I forgot. Go take your shower I'll have my bag packed in 10 minutes. Then we'll get a couple hours of sleep and we'll leave."

She laughed from the bathroom and threw her bra to the bedroom floor. "Yeah, sleep, like you believe in that", she spoke, right before closing the bathroom door and heading for her shower.

Samuel smiled for it was clear he couldn't have a better girlfriend. He opened the travelling bag that was next to the bathroom door, opened it and packed up a couple of things in the half-made bag, next to Marie's things: two pairs of jeans, five shirts, a suit and a shirt, as well as Marie's favorite tie, socks and underwear. He heard the water falling in the shower and walked in the bathroom. He saw her behind the glass door, rinsing the shampoo off of her head, her beautiful naked figure under the warm water.

"Marie, honey, have you packed everything already?"

"I did it this morning, before I left for work; I just have to add a dress for the actual reunion. Do me a favor, choose one and add it to the rest of the stuff. I'll be out in five."

Sam chose the white dress with the opened back shaped like a heart, short and made out of the most amazing and good-quality cotton, that had a formal look to it, without losing that idea of relaxation and comfort. As he put it into the bag, Marie finished her bath and blow dried her hair, letting it naturally curl and gain volume. Wrapped around her towel, she walked back to the bedroom and put on her pajama that consisted on one of Samuel's V-neck t-shirts and tiny little gym shorts.

"How was your day, then, moose?" Asked Marie, moving her head to the comfort of his chest.

"Boring, and yours?"

"Sad."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, that's alright, I ratter just… pretend it did not happen." And as she said that, Samuel Winchester kissed her on the top of her head and put her arms around her.

"Do you want to just go to sleep?"

"I don't want to, but I really need to, I think we both do. You look tired. What were you doing up, couldn't sleep again?" She wanted to know while her voice gave out how exhaust she was.

"Don't worry about it."

"Did you have another nightmare? I don't understand; why are you having those again?"

"I don't know, maybe this job finally caught up to me. I'm probably just losing my head, at last." He said that like it was a joke and Marie did not like it one bit – he felt that in the way she changed her position and her body just became tense.

"Don't say that, Samuel Winchester. That is so not funny."

"You know it could happen, right?; that it will happen eventually?"

"It won't."

"What makes you so sure?"

"I won't let it. I'll do whatever it takes, but I won't let that happen. I need my Sammy with me." Those were her last words, before she fell asleep with her head resting on Samuel's chest. She seemed so determined, although she was exhausted of a working day.

"I love you." Whispered Sam, when she was barely in his world, practically asleep. She smiled, or at least sent that message to her facial muscles, and fell into a deep but very short sleep.

Her curly hair was tied up so it wouldn't cover Sam's vision. He stood behind her, making stupid but funny faces at the person Marie was holding. The 6 month year old baby looked at his father and made sounds that were have laugher half yelling – you know, basically the typical excited baby laugher.

They were all in the living room, in front of the fireplace. Marie sat at a rocking chair and Samuel stood behind it, behind her. He was ever so happy; and although they were both always physically tired, everything seemed so perfect. Little Jeremiah John Lazarus-Winchester had his eyes focused on his father and a big smile on his face, a gorgeous and contagious toothless smile.

"Honey, honey" Samuel started hearing, from far away, as someone called him from another world. He opened his eyes in front of Marie; in her bedroom that she called "their bedroom" and that he felt like if it was their bedroom, in their house, although the house was not legally his also. She was wearing her pajama, looking at him with most caring eyes and the sweetest and most overwhelmed smile, as if she saw something that made her the happiest woman on earth.

"God, that's a nice vision to wake up to." He mumbled as he focused his vision on her.

"I'm sorry to wake you up from your awesome dream, but we need to get going, my love."

"How did you know I was having a good dream?"

"Every time I see you making this dumb smile while sleeping you always tell me you had a really good night of sleep, from which I suppose that includes a nice dream. What were you dreaming about?"

"Nothing."

"Samuel…"

"No. You will freak out. Therefor I'm not telling you. What time is it?"

"Leaving that for latter… It's 8 o'clock. We have to go eat some breakfast and our plain leaves at 11am. We'll be there at noon, Washington time, and we'll have lunch by then. Is that alright?"

"That's fine. Just eat a gigantic breakfast or you'll get hungry on the plain and you hate plain food."

"I don't know if I should be happy because you know that or be mad because you just basically said I'm almost always hungry."

"Are you going to be angry at the truth?"

"I hate you." Replied Marie, making a fake, but still very believable, wrathful expression.

"As if…"

Marie kissed Sam on the nose and pulled the linen away from his body.

"Go take a shower, boy, we leave in 30."

Little after one hour from that moment, the couple was at the airport and a few minutes after 11, the plain they were in took off. By 13h30m they had already left William R. Fairchild International airport and were at Peaks Brew Pub. She had the chilli, he chose a more natural and healthy meal. Marie loved that place and their food. Then Samuel drove Marie's car to E 4th Street and parking near Webster Park, in front of her childhood house.

2:40pm; three knocks on the door. Rose opened the door with the most enthusiastic movement: she knew exactly who it was. Rose hugged Sam first; she adored him like he was a part of the family and although they were only dating for two years, Sam already was family. As a mother, she couldn't wait for them to realize what they truly had, for them to realize the energy Rose felt, the chemistry between them, was something that would never fade away.

"Samuel, I've told you this a thousand times, but I'll keep saying it until I get tired. From Marie's list of boyfriends, you are most definitely my favorite."

"And again mother, you make me sound like a slut." Said Marie, as if it was a regular thing, turning her pride and honor into a barrier between them.

"Don't be silly, he knows what I mean and so do you."

"Nice to see you too, Rose."

Samuel put the bags near the staircase and smiled for he knew that, from the time he bent down to put the bags on the floor, Marie was "discretely" staring at his ass – she thought she was discrete about it, but she really wasn't.

"How was your trip, my darlings?"

"The hours flew by" Responded Marie, immediately raising her left arm with her palm turned to Sam. Without even looking, Samuel high-fived her perfectly.

Rose rolled her eyes while both of them walked away. "Big children" she thought "they are nothing but abnormally sized children".

"The house smells like barbecue, so I guess that's what you had for lunch, and from that I imagine dad is still outside. Am I right?"

"Yes, yes you are."

Marie ran out the back door and hugged her that in the meanwhile heard his daughter's voice and walked up to the kitchen. For a moment, Balthazar saw a little 10 year old girl running up to her father that just came home from a hunt.

"I still can't believe you came home on purpose for your 10 year reunion ball. I didn't think you liked your colleagues that much."

"I don't. I want to rub my success in their faces." She mocked.

"Ring on that finger, baby on that belly and everyone would be jealous."

"Jesus, father!" She whined. "And I thought you stopped being inappropriate when I became an adult."

"I saw that one coming." Whispered Sam.

"Don't talk to me in that tone, miss. You go to your room." Fake-yelled Balthazar. Marie glanced at him with furious eyes, also just playing, and then stopped.

"Seriously dad, that was not cool."

Marie turned around, but she was not mad, and walked upstairs, taking the bags with her. 19 steps were what it took to pass from the ground floor to the first one. She opened her bedroom door and threw herself into the bed. So many things happened in that room, so many good hazy memories that were kept safe inside her mind. She looked at the record-player and suddenly had the urge to listen to some music. She got up and opened the box that was under the bed. From all the vinyl records she picked an AC/DC record that she immediately put on the device, plugged this one in, turn it on and put the music on. Everyone always asked her why she chose to listen to vinyl when she could have thousands of songs in one tiny device. Her answer was always the same, and it would be that one, until she got old: "Vinyl records save the soul of the music in them. The sound is better; the music is more… alive."

She was so tired that she needed to sleep a little bit in her bed; she needed to be rested to go to the reunion. She lay down on the bed again and took her shoes off. By the time the record was half way into the 4th song, the door opened. Sam leaned against the wall and just starred at her.

"Yes, Samuel?" She queried, without opening her eyes, in the most relaxed position.

"Are you going to sleep?"

"Try to."

"Listening to Who made who?"

"If I can sleep with you snoring besides me, I can sleep to the sound of any loud music."

"I don't snore. I breathe loudly."

"You snore, Sam, every time you fall asleep on your back." She corrected him, sitting down and looking at him. "I have a question for you."

"Shoot." He said, walking to and laying on the other side of the bed.

"What did you fucking dream about?"

"Are you seriously still thinking about that? Leave it." He pulled her down and to him, putting one arm around her waist. Samuel than starred at her eyes, for a few seconds without saying anything and it made her smile.

"What?" By this moment, Ride on was playing.

"You're beautiful."

She smiled even more and put one hand on his cheek. "That was creepy." She said, with a smooth voice as if she was telling him she loved him. Sam laughed briefly and then kissed her gently, like he was touching the most precious thing in his world.

"Do you think two years is a considerable time?"

"Relatively. For example, our two years and all the crap we've been through count as 4 or 5. Why?"

"Nothing. I was just wondering."

"You wonder about weird things." She smiled and then kissed him again. They just stayed there, kissing, as if they were still teenagers and time needed desperately to be enjoyed and well spent. Little time would pass before they cuddle in each other's arms and fell asleep until five.

It was the end of the summer, mid-September, and the temperature was as high as in the beginning of the season. Marie was deadly sure that the autumn of 2015 was going to be the warmest one so far.

They got all dolled up and prepared to leave. The reunion would start around 7, there would be a live band, dinner would be served at the table and the crap that the organizers decided to have. Marie was sure she wasn't going to like it. She didn't like prom and for what they told her about the reunion it would be way to close to their prom. She put on the contact lenses and left her hair at a natural state. She put foundation on, some mascara and eyeliner, as well as some lip balm to keep her lips hydrated and shiny. She put on the usual perfume and wore the same necklace, but this time was a bracelet. She decided to wear the pearl earrings she brought. With her dress on and some black pumps on her feet she put her phone, wallet and keys on a small and fancy green purse and walked downstairs. Samuel was waiting for her there, alright in his suit, all dolled up, looking like an FBI agent – she loved it when he had to dress up like that, although she loved it too when he walked around the house with horrible sweatpants.

Samuel smiled and opened the outside door, ladies first. They took one of Balthazar's cars, a 67 red Porsche that he won at a poker match, and as they found themselves inside the place where the reunion was happening, Marie instantly grabbed Sam's hand, as an instinct. You could put any monster in front of her and you would see her grab a knife or a gun; but put Marie in the middle of a group of people she never really liked and you will find fear in her eyes.

"What's wrong, honey?"

"There are probably 100 people here. I only liked like… 10, maximum."

"Just forget that. Where is our table?"

"It's the one with the lilies in it. They sat us down with some of my friends. Gen, Kristen, Elias and Luke."

"That's a lot of high school friends, comparing to me. I don't know why you're scared."

"I'm not scarred. I'm uncomfortable. Besides, I spent all 4 years in the same high school. You were permanently the new kid. Now, I demand a glass of vodka." Sam smiled and went to get her a drink.

From the other corner of the room, a man starred at the girl that just walked in and was alone. Her hair was exactly the same, gorgeous as ever. The glasses were missing, as were the jeans, boots and leather jacket. He remembered one day, 11 years before that night, like it just happened. They were at the beach and she was wearing his jacket. It was autumn but the temperature was pretty close to 46 degrees: it was always like that in the Reservation.

Although he did not go to that high school, he was still there. He came with his best friend wife, Kathryn. Her husband was away in business and she did not want to go alone. He went with her because he really wanted to see some people, actually, one person – Marie.

He hadn't seen her in probably just as long as high school ended and she looked even more amazing. He took a big taste of his scotch and decided to walk up to her. By now, she was sitting at her table and two of her usual friends were already surrounding her. Gen and Elias, who got married to each other four years after graduation, seemed to be extremely excited with Marie's presence – they probably haven't seen her in a long time either.

In the surroundings of Jackson, Florida, Dean Winchester was sitting at a local pub drinking a beer and researching about the case he was in. It actually felt good handling cases by his own; maybe not because he was alone, but because he knew his little brother was somewhere with his girlfriend, making memories that made him feel like he was the happiest man on earth and that, maybe, the world wasn't as terrible as his job had taught him to believe.

Dean had a regular case of pagan gods that he wasn't really worried about: he was pretty close to finishing the job; he just had to find out how to kill that specific one. Castiel was not there, he was back upstairs doing… stuff.

In a couple of says Samuel would call him and ask if there was a new case. If Sam didn't call, Marie would. Sometimes Marie called the brothers so many times, immensely interested in knowing what were they hunting and what were they going to do about it that Dean believed very strongly she wanted to quit her job and become a hunter. Samuel always chose to ignore that idea: he pungently deemed it was best for her, safer, if she continued being a nurse and stayed at Ohio. Dean understood Sam's side of the thing, but the reality was, eventually, either Sam gave up the family business or Marie became part of the family business.

Marie had just started catching up with Gen and Elias when someone covered her eyes with their hands, from behind. She hated it when people did that.

She knew it wasn't Sam because it didn't feel like his hands; they were too rough and too cold. She couldn't feel the smell of Sam's shampoo nor cologne, so it could not be him. Billy was back in Ohio, so it couldn't be that son of a bitch. Elias was sitting in front of her and Luke would never do that.

"Take your hands off of me or I'll break them." She whispered so only the two of them would hear. Marie felt the person's hands become tense and then what was dark became light. She looked over her shoulder and found Jamie Blackwood. He was a Native American who lived in the Reservation. He was her first boyfriend ever – they started dating by the end of her junior year and broke up in mid-senior year. He still had the same dark eyes and dark hair; he was tall and beautiful, and his eyes seemed caring, but if you looked closer you would find a little evil from his past, maybe – no one would ever find out what that was. "Oh, Jamie, it's you!"

"That was creepy." He smiled, almost laughing "It's so nice to see you. How are you?"

"I'm good. What are you doing here?"

"I came with Kathryn, Joel's wife. He's out of town. Can I sit?"

"Yeah, sure." In that moment, Marie was presented with a drink before her, a nice colorful cocktail that she would have never picked. Sam sat next to her and she became surrounded by Jamie and Samuel. "What is this? Did a unicorn vomit a rainbow into my glass?"

"Keep an open mind and taste it." Said Sam. "It's an Irish Vandal." "You are the vandal, ruining my night with girlish drinks." She then took a sip and stood very still while tasting it. She did it again and looked at Samuel Winchester. "Damn you." "Good, huh?" "Asshole. So, these are my friends from school: Elias, Gen and Jamie. Guys, this is Sam, my boyfriend." "Nice to meet you." Responded Samuel, as Gen waved, Jamie politely smiled and Elias said: "You will love tonight. We have many embarrassing stories about your beloved."