For the next two weeks, Sam kept his promise to Dean. They went out and did something fun every day, something they had always wanted to do. They were having the best time of their lives. They still checked the internet for monster sightings, but apparently the entire supernatural world was taking pity on them; nothing was happening. And they both continued to have the most amazing sex of their lives with the same woman on alternate nights.
Of course when she told Dean she was going to school, and when she told Sam that she loved going to clubs, it set off red flags to both of them. It was too terrible to admit to themselves; denial was the only way they could cope. She gave each of them a release, a euphoria neither had ever experienced. They couldn't resist her if they tried. Deep down…deep down they both knew they would each die for her; they would each kill for her.
It was Monday afternoon on Memorial Day. One of Dean's band mates Nick just bought a new house in Chalice's neighborhood and asked Dean to help him move. Dean left a note for Sam that he was helping a friend move but provided no other information; he left while Sam was still sleeping that morning. Dean was going to tell Chalice he'd be in the neighborhood today, but he forgot. No matter; when he was done helping Nick, he would drive over the Chalice's house and surprise her. Normally she'd be in school, but he figured she'd be home since today was a holiday.
The impala was safely parked in Nick's garage to protect her from the dusty air. Nick and Dean were done moving all the big stuff, just a few small items to go. It was a pleasant day, so Dean stood outside under a tree for shade. Nick brought him a cold can of beer. "Sorry Man, I'm out of the bottles," Nick apologized. Dean shrugged, thanked him, opened the beer and began to gulp it down.
Dean and Nick heard loud music coming from up the street. The song playing was "Bad Boyfriend" by Garbage. Very few cars drove down this street. Dean and Nick looked in the direction that the music was coming from, and saw a gold shimmer in the distance. It looked like…Chalice's gold convertible, coming up fast. Dean ducked behind the bushes and pulled Nick down with him. Dean could have sworn he saw a male passenger with her. Dean and Nick peered with their eyes raised slightly over the bush, but the driver wouldn't have noticed them even if they weren't hiding. Chalice was way too busy focusing on Sam's mouth kissing the side of her face to focus on anything else besides driving. They were both smiling and laughing. Once the car had driven by and was out of sight, Dean and Nick stood up. Nick saw that Dean had crushed the beer can in his hand; he was glad Dean wasn't given a bottle now, or he may have crushed that instead.
"Was that your girlfriend and your brother?" Nick asked like an idiot.
Dean faced him. The look on his face was pure homicidal rage, causing Nick to shudder. He'd never seen Dean look so ugly.
"I need my car NOW!" Dean snarled.
Nick ran to get his garage door opener. Once the garage was open, Nick had to jump out of the way to avoid being hit by Dean's car. Dean bailed out like a bat out of hell straight to Chalice's house.