Memoirs of the Supernatural - Phase 2 [COMPLETED]

Sigil 9

You think I can't top these stories?

Darling, you've never been so wrong.

The last time when we spoke I told you the story of how I got married to a bloke I've known for 2 months. Him and I haven't shared romantic feelings but both of us cared for each other. Knowing that we had to wear those anyways to keep Sam safe I had a pair of iron rings made by custom. Iron is very useful; with one touch it cleanses spirits and very effective against demons too. Having trinkets made of it can come in handy and with a ring on your hand you can basically punch through ghost. What's more rock and roll than smacking a demon in the face with your wedding ring? Milton and Demy taught me this trick who had a pair similar to ours.

Our luck slowly started to run out. Not even all the cautiousness in the world would have been enough and certainly wouldn't prepare us for what's to come. First Sam went missing for a few days and later showed up at Bobby's where I went back to stay. He wasn't alone however, got possessed by a demon who bound herself to him with a symbol burnt into his skin. Bobby got rid of it shortly after she went full berserk by heating up a poker and pressing it on the mark. I believe they've had some personal history with that particular demon. Dean mentioned something while they were trying to perform an exorcism to send it back to hell.

A few months after Sam and Dean were hunting a werewolf. There was this girl, who's name I don't remember and according to Dean she was quite the pretty one. She and Sam got close to each other, he once spent a night with her but she turned into a night howling dog herself. She had to be put down and, well... it wasn't Dean who fired the silver bullet. I felt bad especially because I was the one who encouraged him to start dating and look how that turned out. But the worst was yet to come.

Months gone by when a phone call from Dean shook up our lives. He ringed Bobby to ask for help because Sam vanished, again. This time however he couldn't have been controlled by a demon since both him and Dean had anti-possession amulets. Bobby and I jumped into his car and drove to a rendezvous point to meet Dean and figure about a plan to find Sam. This was right after a heated argument about how unsafe that would be if I waltzed into a nest of demons with them just because I wanted to help. Eventually Bobby saw reason when I made my case saying that if I was left alone the very same thing could have occurred but with the danger walking inside the house. This would have driven him feeling guilty for the rest of his life knowing that he wasn't there to protect me. Such joyous life hunters have, am I right?

Dean wasn't himself when we met up with him. His usual calm demeanour was completely wiped away by the stress he felt to find his little brother as soon as possible. He threw in a few jokes here and there but other than that nothing remotely reminded me of him. While we were trying to figure out what to do next Ash, you know that tech guy, called Dean on the phone and told him that he has something urgent to show us which might be a good lead on Sam too. This was enough to make us hop in Dean's car (which I've learnt that it was a '67 Chevrolet Impala and her owner often referred to her as "Baby"), and drove to a pub called the Roadhouse. We were supposed to meet him there but by the time we arrived the place was burnt down to the ground with people locked inside it, hunters and civilians alike. We found blackened copses under the wreckage, one of them was our source of information.

We spent hours there and I felt incredibly uncomfortable. It was a natural reaction on one end, who would wanna stick around freshly burned dead bodies? I also felt kind of guilty, for not fulfilling my promise and go on a date with this Ash guy. I hardly knew him but his departure shook me to the bones. I told Dean about this and he ordered me to let it go. He was frustrated and obviously didn't want to hear about my emotional struggles when he's in a crisis himself. Bobby was more supportive, he listened to what I was saying and simply just told me to forget about it. Waiting for me to show up might have been a positive thought for Ash that got him out of the bed in the mornings. Pity. We'll never know if it had any truth to it or just a comforting thought.

Without Ash we had no leads on finding Sam until the most astonishing turn of events changed that. Out of the blue Dean had a vision, similar to those Sam had. He saw a bell with an Oaktree carved into it. This tad burst of information was enough for Bobby to figure out where we must head to. There was a famous ghost town in South-Dakota surrounded by the woods. Bobby obviously knew the place because for 1 it's Bobby we are talking about and 2 he lived in that state.

Once we reached the outskirts of the forest hugging the town the road ended and we had to proceed on foot. Before doing so Dean opened up the truck to get weapons. He and Bobby took shotguns and they nearly forgot about me. Yeah, it's true that I've never held a gun in my life and didn't know how to use one properly but I'm not stupid. Besides the pipes were loaded with rock salt, even if I accidentally shot someone it wouldn't injured them.

As we were walking we saw dim lights and heard people speaking in the distance. Actual human voices in an abandoned ghost town. It was a sign that we are going the right way. Everything seemed right, yet I had a very bad feeling in my guts. Thought about speaking up, however my paranoia got the best of me so I remained silent. Didn't want to alarm anybody just because of a stupid notion.

(🎶The Hollies - He Ain't Heavy He's My Brother)

We reached a point where the buildings became visible, we weren't as far as I thought. Then a tall man appeared shuffling slowly towards us. I didn't see his face but I recognised his figure just like Dean who called out to him shouting his name. "Sam!" It seemed like he was fine - considering - and I was relieved as we got closer and closer. Then another bloke stepped out running at Sam who couldn't see the guy who was charging in his direction.

"Look out!"

Dean shouted but before Sam had the chance to react the man stabbed him in the back with a rusty knife cutting his spinal cord.

I stopped immediately as I saw my him falling down to his knees and watched as his brother slid through the mud to get to him in time while Bobby went after the red-handed man. I just stood there. And watched. Standing still. Saw how Sam breathed his last and how Dean tried to shake the life back into him with no success. And I couldn't make myself move an inch. I felt as if a black hole was being born inside me and absorbed every emotion I've had at that very moment. Like when you're watching TV and you're gawking at the screen mindlessly observing the actions taking place in front of you. There were no tears, I wasn't raging either but I was lifeless just as the man kneeling in the mud who I deeply cared for.