Memoirs of the Supernatural - Phase 4 [COMPLETED]

Sigil 2

I wasn't ready to see them.

Any of them in fact.

I was confused. Shouldn't he be 6 feet under? I still remember playing on my guitar at his funeral while he was laying in that cheap excuse of a coffin. It was the 1st time I saw him after they left to find Lilith and the last until now.

(🎶Nazareth - Please Don't Judas Me)

He looked put together and healthy what made things even more questionable. The thing is Bobby and Sam didn't let me see Dean before they carefully prepared him to be buried. The hellhounds, those maniac beats, did a very good job disfiguring him, that's what I've been told, and the boys feared that if I were to saw Dean like that it might scar me for life. It was far worse than an unattached limb or two, we are talking about severely brutal mutilations and I'd rather not go into too much detail for the sake of the lunch you already had and the dinner you're about to consume.

I watched as Bobby and what looked like Dean had a sort of fight I guess. The old man tried to cut his throat with a silver knife when they fell in the next room. I grabbed a loaded shotgun, followed them there, and aimed right at Dean. He cut himself to prove that was really him, then, just to be sure Bobby splashed holy water right in his face. We tested him in a couple of other ways but all in all everything seemed to be in order. The gun could rest a while longer.

Dean Winchester was back. How? No idea. He was sure it must have been a "badass demon" who dragged him out of Hell. It even left an unwanted souvenir in his shoulder: a hand shaped blister. He said he dug himself out of the ground and gravesite in Illinois was destroyed. From what I can imagine there must have been a large wave of air, technically a shockwave, what knocked the trees down and the source or centre had to be the point where he was put to rest. That is some powerful mojo for you right there.

Before we started to investigate there was one thing missing: we had to put the band back together prior to carrying on our mission from God. Bobby left me and Dean alone for a few minutes to gather his things for the trip and I was wrestling with my thoughts. Dean noticed my concern, which was so no hard task to be honest. It was downright obvious, almost as it was written on my face. He asked me a couple of questions. Just the usual stuff: "What happened to you? What's with Sam? What's happened between you and Sam?" and so on. Therefore, I told him that I we were fighting and I'm partially to blame for the fallout. The idea to go with them is what a more educated person than myself would call "counterproductive". The situation is so bad that it would do us much better if I were to stay here, read, try to make sense of what happened and don't go anywhere near Sam if we want to reason with him. Everybody wins. And of course, Dean couldn't have it.

Despite all the reasoning and my guilty puppy face, he politely insisted and pushed me into coming along with them. He was pushy but not too aggressive, like a grownup version of himself which was very appealing. Eventually I gave in and we went to find Sam.

He didn't want to see me, that's sure as Hell. I had a strong suspicion he had been seeing someone and they hooked up shortly after Dean's death. He tried to keep it a secret but if you're as observant as I am you'd notices that he hasn't been wearing the ring I gave him. Beforehand he always kept it on or at least wore it whenever he knew we were gonna bump into each other. I wasn't wrong at all.

When we arrived to the motel where Sam was staying a short girl with dark black locks opened the door wearing only her nickers and a top in order to somewhat cover herself up. A simple sentence slipped my tongue as I first crossed my hands, turned my head and showed my back:

"But of course."

Couldn't help it, it was an instinctive reaction. I didn't want to look her in the eye. It wasn't her fault that she was sleeping with someone who was married. It never bothered me before but cut me some slacks here. And I shouldn't be so judgmental either, I dated a man when we were still "together" once. But I haven't slept with anyone... Oh for God's sake, let's just drop this subject, shall we?

Sam showed himself and he had the exact same reaction to Dean's unexpected appearance as Bobby had a few hours back: he wanted to slash Dean's throat. They had to be separate by force and while this turmoil was going on I stood outside pushing my back to the wall, breathing heavily, trying to soothe myself. Not long after Bobby checked on me and asked if I wanna go in. I replied hesitantly by refusing the idea when he raised a perfectly valid point: if I came that far it would be a shame to turn back right now. (For many reasons I might add.) Eventually I came around.

When I stepped inside the room and my eyes met with Sam's it was the most awkward thing the Heavens has ever seen. Have you ever been in a situation where you're trying not to look at someone and you always end up doing so and he sees you and both of you turn away and you don't say a bloody word but hoping that this discomfort might go away and overall the both of you act like children who knew they did something wrong but their pride is restricting them from asking for forgiveness? That's exactly what happened to us. What a relief we didn't go there to put things back on track between the 2 of us. Actually, we had far more important duties.