One Of The Winchesters

Chapter 37

"Dean we can't just interrupt a division 1 lacrosse practice." Sam told me. We are in the car. We ended up getting a hotel room and they had an early morning lacrosse practice.
"We'll wait until it's done. We'll act like there is a case and we need to ask her some questions."
"Wow, she is really good at lacrosse." Sam smiled. I stared at him not amused. He looked at me, "I mean, yeah got it." Sam nodded. I got out of the car and opened the trunk. Sam got out, "Dean what are-"
"I'm taking out her favorite gun." I pulled out the Kel-Tec KSG.
"Dean, that's way too big to carry around." I looked at Sam and put it back.
"Fine, I'll bring her favorite pistol then." I rolled my eyes and grabbed the AF-1; otherwise known as the Strike One.
"Better." Sam said. I tucked it into the back of my jeans. I heard a whistle blow. I closed the trunk. Their practice was just ending.
"Alright come on." Sam and I started to head towards the field. As we got closer an assistant coach came over to us.
"Can I help you gentlemen? This is a closed practice." Sam and I pulled out our FBI ID's. The coach looked at them.
"Nothing too serious coach we just need to ask one of your players some private questions." I told him.
"Ok, who?" He wondered as we put our ID's away.
"Trish Hazard." Sam said.
"Alright follow me." We followed as the team started to disperse, "Hazard!" The coach shouted. Trish turned around. The coach waved her over. She jogged this way.
"Yes coach."
"These two agents have some questions for you." The coach explained.
"Oh ok." She said and the coach walked away.
"Let's sit down." Sam grinned.
"Look if this is about the game the other day I swear I did not mean to almost kill her. She just pissed me off." Trish said. Sam and I looked at each other.
"No it's not, and I'm sure you didn't mean too." I said as we walked to the bleachers.
"Ok good." She seemed relieved.
"So the questions we have for you-" I stopped because she has the same stick. The one from high school.
"What questions?" She wondered, "I have a lecture at twelve and I still need to shower."
"My apologies. The questions we will be asking may seem strange but please do the best you can to answer them. Since high school, have you had any strange dreams?"
"Maybe one that has grown stronger over time?" Sam added.
"Yeah but what does that have to do with anything?" She questioned.
"Please just answer the questions." Sam said.
"In these dreams, have you heard the name Castiel?"
"Yes, several times. He even showed up once. When he showed up he started to fight someone. They were apparently both Angels of The Lord. But technically Castiel isn't because I did a project back in high school and it said that he is just a Shield of God."
"That is an Angel of The Lord." I told her.
"Oh."
"Anyways, have you ever seen anyone with black eyes or does it ever oddly smell like sulfur anywhere?"
"Yeah actually. The other week it did on the floor below me. It was sad though. One of the girls on the basketball team stabbed herself. Her roommate said she saw black smoke after she stabbed herself but not many people believed her."
"Do you believe her?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, I believe in anything that could possibly be supernatural. I've seen ghost before. Also because of my dreams I believe in angels and demons. You guys probably think I'm crazy now. Great." She said. I turned around and took a few steps away.
"No we don't." Sam told her. What else can I do that may make her remember?
"Is that an AF-1?" She questioned. I turned around. I guess I forgot to put my jacket over the gun.
"Yeah, you know guns?" Of course she does.
"Yeah, my favorite is the Kel-Tec KSG. You know, the one pump shotgun?" She smiled.
"Yeah, we know. We have one." I smirked.
"Can I see it?! I've seen one before when I went to a gun range but I never was able to hold it." She seemed excited. Sam and I looked at each other.
"Yeah." Sam said.
"Sure." I nodded.
"Yes!" We went to the Impala. I opened the trunk. I grabbed the KSG. Sam and Trish just came around.
"Here it is." I smiled.
"Awesome. Can I please hold it?" She begged and I looked at Sam. He shrugged.
"Yeah, let me just unload it." I started to unload the gun. I put the shells in a box. Then I gave the gun to her. She froze for a second. Then she snapped out of it.
"This is so cool. Have I seen you guys before? You seem very familiar."
She looked at Sam and I. She then took a right hold of the gun and aimed it. Then she looked at me.
"Is your name Dean?" She asked me.
"Yeah, and this is my brother-"
"Sam." She smiled, "Sam and Dean Winchester."
"Yeah." Sam smiled.
"Do you guys know someone named-" She was thinking.
"Bobby Singer?" I smiled.
"Yeah! I know him from somewhere." She aimed the gun again and pretended to fire. As she was holding the trigger each time she tried to fire she froze and thought for a second.
"Trish, are you ok?" Sam asked. She looked at us.
"You guys are hunters. You hunt the supernatural. Same with Bobby. You are friends with Castiel. Did I meet someone named Crowley that sent you and I to a place called Purgatory?" She was remembering.
"Yes." I nodded.
"I feel like there is more that I remember. Oh this tattoo; it's like an anti-possession tattoo right?" She questioned.
"Yeah." I smiled.
"There is more I just can't remember. How do you guys remember stuff? Or is there a way I can remember anything? I know you guys are involved. Can you help me?" She asked. Sam motioned me to come here. I walked over to him and we took a few steps away.
"I wouldn't say this but we are almost there to cracking her memory. You need to kiss her." Sam told me.
"You sure?" I questioned.
"Yes, I'm sure." He said. I walked back over to Trish.
"I do have a way for you to remember. But your gonna need to bring the gun down." I told her.
"Ok, what do I do?" She held the gun with her right hand.
"Stand just like that and close your eyes." I told her.
She closed her eyes. I looked at Sam. He rolled his eyes. I leaned and kissed her. She was frozen for a second then she started to kiss back. I backed away and she stared at me.
"Dean!" She smiled and gave me a hug. She turned around and saw Sam, "Sam!" She gave Sam a hug.
"Do you remember everything?" I asked her.
"Yeah everything. Purgatory, angel blood. Everything." She looked down at her shirt, "Stanford? What am I doing at Stanford? Sam, didn't you go to school here?" She asked.
"Yes." Sam chuckled.
"I remember everything. This is- oh no." She just became worried.
"What's oh no?" Sam wondered. She was staring behind us. Sam and I turned around.
"Chuck?" I questioned. He walked over.
"Oh no. Much stronger than Chuck. Try God." Then all the sudden Trish and Chuck were gone. The KSG was on the ground though.
"We literally just got her back!" Sam was frustrated.
"Chuck is God?" I questioned. Sam gave me his bitch face.