The Fall || supernatural

Chapter 4

Sam's eyes flicker with hope.

"So, you're back? All of your memories?" I sit up, and he follows in suit. I run my hand through my hair.

"I remember up to the highway ghost, Molly. The Jonah Greely case." The look on his face is enough to say that I'm missing a main factor. "Sam, what? What am I missing?" He's quiet. "Sam, so help me God if you don't tell me what happened I will-"

"It was a werewolf!" I stop cold and he looks at me, defeated. "That scar you have, is from a werewolf..." As Sam starts to explain it, it all comes back to me in a vision.

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We were protecting this woman, Madison, from a werewolf, when the truth reared it's ugly head and we found out Madison was a werewolf, and didn't know. John once wrote that killing the werewolf that first bit the bitten would return the bitten back. So we did just that. We spent that following night waiting up, and finally as the sun rose, she stayed human the entire night. Sam went to go get more information as Dean and I packed Baby up. Dean has been pushing me to tell Sam how I really feel about him for the past 2 years, but I wouldn't. I was terrified.

I finish up packing, placing my last bag into the trunk and I glance at Dean, carrying my own journal in my arms.

"I'm going for a walk," seeing as it was about 2 p.m., Dean nodded and got into baby to nap before we were off. I wandered for about an hour before I came across a small diner. The lighting was mainly natural but there were lamps scattered. I sat down at a table and opened my journal, beginning to write. I write about the pros and cons of telling Sam, I write about missing my parents and missing my dog. I write about my life before hunting, a life Sam and Dean don't know. After a while, I look up to be met with a pink and orange Sky, and a man staring at me from across the street. His trench coat flaps in the wind, his intense stare burns me and I blink. Then he's gone. I take it as a sign

I stand up, slamming the leather bound book closed, and start making my way back to Baby. When I arrive, I bang on Dean's window, causing him to jump up.

"Dean, where's Sam?" I ask, as I toss my journal into the back seat.

"Back at Madison's, cleaning up." I nod and start making my way back to the apartment, when Dean stops me. "What are you doing?"

"I'm gonna tell him, Dean, I'm gonna tell Sam how I feel." And Dean's face breaks out into a grin. I made my way back to the apartment, and knocked lightly. No answer. I reach back and pull my gun out from when it was tucked in my waistband, instantly on guard. I slowly open the door to the apartment, the living room and kitchen seem fine, so I creep in farther, making my way to Madison's bedroom. I push it open slightly, and what I'm met with shatters me.

Sam is lying, asleep, and naked in bed with an equally naked Madison, only she's dressed in Sam's shirt. I blink after a while, becoming aware of the tears forming, and rolling down my cheeks. The last bits of sunset shine on Sam's face before disappearing, and the moon comes up.

I wipe at my eyes, but it's useless. It's obvious that I was crying, Dean would be able to tell. I hear a russle, and I look to find the source. A half naked Madison rises, her eyes a glowing, almost florescent, blue, and her fangs bared.

I push the door open fully, slamming it against the wall, and I aim at Madison. Sam Jenks awake at the sound, and stares wide eyed at Madison, then at me. Without a thought I shoot once, grazing her shoulder. She looks at the wound, then at me, growling.

"Son. Of. A. Bitch." I curse. She lunges at me, but I avoid the attack, and pull my silver knife from my boot. I slash at her, catching her thigh. The wound hisses, and I shoot at her again, but the bullets do nothing because they aren't silver. She lunges once more, but this time I'm not as lucky as I was before.

Her claw drags down my body, leaving a deep cut, before she digs her claws into my stomach. My gun, now void of bullets, clangs to the floor along with my knife. I drop to the floor, my head banging against it, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth. I catch a glimpse at Madison jumping out the window.

"No!" Sam yells, jumping over the bed, now clothed. He grabs a sheet, pressing it to my stomach, trying to stop the steady flow of blood. Tears are in his eyes as he stares at me.

"Eliza! Eliza, stay with me." He cries. He strokes my face once and then moves his hands back to the sheet. I hear shouting, as I try to steady my breathing. Dean soon runs in, and he drops down to me.

"El, El you gotta keep your eyes open." He places his hands on my cheeks, and I cover his with mine.

"It's okay, Dean. It's o-okay," I stutter out. "You can't get rid of me that easily." I smile, my teeth covered in blood. I feel arms around my legs and back, and I am lifted up. I look away from Dean, to Sam. I place my hand on his cheek, leaving a small amount of blood. I place my hands on the sheet, putting pressure on my wound.

Sam and Dean hurry me to baby, Sam climbing in the backseat with me in his lap. I look behind me, and reach for my journal, leaving drops of blood on the leather and paper. With a shaky hand I open the journal, scribbling down one last thing before tucking my pen back in the book, and closing it. I handed it to Sam, nodding at him. I motion for him to come closer and I whisper to him.

"You're going to do great things, Sam. You and Dean, you'll change the world." I kiss his cheek and lean back down. I feel the car stop and Sam is carrying me out of the car. We're at the emergency entrance for the hospital. They look unsure of what to do, so I take charge.

"Leave me here, I'll shout, or something. You have to find her." I sputter out. They open their mouths to protest, but I cut them off. Sam is crying, and Dean has tears in his eyes

"Do it! G-Go!" They do as I say, and get into the car. I look at the car driving off, and I dig into my wound a bit, prying a pained scream from my mouth.

The rest is as if I'm underwater, my head foggy from the blood loss. I see nurses surrounding me, and then I am lifted onto a gurney. There's shouting, but it seems distant. I feel my eyes drifting as I hear myself whisper.

"Sam..."

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"Oh my god," I mutter. "I remember now." I look to see Sam holding my leather journal, practically untouched until now. He hands it to me and I look at him.

"You kept it..." He gives a small smile.

"Of course."

"Did you... Did you read it?"

"Only the last page that you wrote that night on the way to the hospital." I flip to that page, and in my messy hand writing, I read;

'I love you, Sam. Please understand that. I may not make it, and we both know it. Live, love, change lives.

Forever yours,
Eliza'

I feel a blush flame my face and I look up to Sam. He comes up to me and cups my face. I look at him, wide eyed.

"Do you feel the same as you did then?"

"I-I don't know, Sam. You slept with Madison. That hurt like hell."

"I know... but, just - just let me try something. Okay?" I nod and he inches towards me, and he pulls me into a kiss. It's filled with passion, and something I haven't felt in years, love. I ease into the kiss and after a while, we pull away.

"I've wanted to do that for the past 7 years." He whispers.

"You-"

" I've loved you since you kicked Yellow Eyes ass." I smile at him and wrap my arms around him. I feel at home. I feel happy in his arms.