Memoirs of the Supernatural - Phase 4 [COMPLETED]

Sigil 15

We are really close now.

Don't give up on me yet.

Dean and I hit the road. He was driving and I was riding shotgun. After about 15 minutes of silence, he asked me open the glove box. Inside there was a plastic tray of sorts in which he kept all his cassette tapes. Dean told me to look for the one that says "Metallica 3" on the side. I found a cheap looking copy of presumably the original album with no labels or any other indications what so ever about what's on the tape. He took it from my hand, placed the cassette inside the player, turned up the volume and loud music started blasting from the speakers.

Dean made me listen to Metallica for hours. He claimed that this kind of music sooths his mind. To be fair he needed some peace, that's true but dear Lord it didn't do any good for me. My head was aching each time the drummer hit his instrument. Given that in their early years Alcoholica played a weird mix of speed and trash metal you might get the gist of how absurdly hard it was to keep it together.

Still, who can argue with Dean's reasoning? If he needs to ease his mind then let the good times roll, I can put up with a hammer banging the inside of my skull for a short time. Honestly it was better than the alternatives: sitting in silence or talking to each other. My thoughts were somewhere else, just like his. Let us leave it this way.

Later on Bobby called us, he tracked down 2 stolen cars: an ordinary one and some extravagant thing. I know nothing about vehicles, don't hate me for not being able to recall all the details. Long story short Dean decided to follow the trail of the expensive car saying that Sam would never have taken it, therefore he must have done it just to lead is astray. Reverse psychology, figures.

Our journey led us to a town in Minnesota with an almost 4-hour drive from Bobby's. As we rolled in to the city Dean spotted the first public phone booth of he place. He quickly parked the Impala and told me to stay inside while he takes a look. I saw from the distance how he opened and searched the Yellow Pages. Once he got back all the sudden he knew exactly where we should go next. I didn't ask questions, just went with the flow.

Dean stopped the engine in front of a hotel, not from the fancy kind. At first he wanted to reason with me to remain in the car, again, but he quickly changed his mind and let me come along. We walked in to the lobby where Dean interrogated the receptionist. He was looking for the most expensive room they had to offer. The man sitting behind the counter raised an eyebrow as his glance shifted between Dean and me and rolled his eyes in suspicion.

"First of all, mister, I doubt you have enough cash to pay for our honey moon suite. The lady might have, but... Tsssh. And second, the room is already taken by a couple who arrived a few hours ago."

(🎶Dolly Parton - Jolene)

"A couple" he says. That's just marvellous. Dean shared my feelings about receptionist's statement, and as you perhaps already have guessed, none of us were chuffed to bits. Dean asked a few questions about "the couple" however the receptionist refused to answer. Same old deal about identity policies, yada-yada and of course Dean couldn't handle that sort of attitude. He grabbed the man by his tie and threatened him with a serious beat-up. I refused to stand there idly and watch as he gives this judgemental little prick the fist - even though I badly wanted to see it happen. I jumped in with a made up story. I told the receptionist that the duo's male counterpart was my husband (that was the only truth to the whole thing), Dean was a private investigator and we wanna catch them on the act.

"You see mate, the harsh truth is that even though I hired this man he can't be restrained. Not by me anyway. In fact, in our contract he agreed to take me where my cheating husband is to see the dirty deed with my own eyes or else the deal is off. Unless he fulfils this promise he won't get payed and he won't able to afford that very special room of yours. Now, would you kindly reconsider the offer and by that I mean you answer my associate's questions in exchange for him not committing violent acts to your face repeatedly? "

That was quite enough for him to start talking. The next minute we were on our way to the top floor with the spare key in my hand. Easy-peasy.

Inside the lift Dean drew his shiny demon killer dagger, the one Sam received from Ruby, before we had any discussion about the approach we should take together. I had a strong feeling he has his own idea about how he wants to deal with the state of affairs – no pun intended. I asked him to put it back where it came from (again, no pun intended), but than the door opened and I saw Sam from the corner of my eye heading left. I took a quick look at the number on the key. 515. Seems like the universe is sending us a message to leave them alone. Another hasty look at the number on the nearest door. Sam was heading somewhere other than his own room or did he rent 2 to throw us off? That would be the clever thing to do.

Dean and I split up, he grabbed the key and with the knife still in his hand he headed towards Room 515. Me? I of course went after Sam.

I blame my inexperience and Dean's astonishing sharpness under such situations. I have the right to believe he calculated the whole thing: while I divert Sam's attention away from his brother, Dean has a chance to finish off Ruby. To be honest I had a gut feeling that this was what he intended, however, I was guilty of not giving a damn about Ruby. I wouldn't have minded if Dean managed to slice her throat open. I simply accompanied him to reason with Sam and bash some sense into that thick skull of his. Understandably if I go after Sam instead of following Dean I'm in the clear: I had nothing to do with Ruby being hurt or worse. Sure, I could prevent the bloodshed, but let's not dwell on it too much.

I followed Sam and let Dean resolve things on his own way. The sad truth is that I'm rather easy to spot, especially when the person I'm going after knows that he's being tailed. Sam found me right away.

He was ahead of me and despite how much I tried to keep a close eye on him he disappeared in the corner. I watchfully followed in his steps wishing to peek but I haven't had a chance. He was waiting for me and as I showed the very top of my scalp he appeared in my sight, grabbed my arms and forcefully pressed me against the wall. Now would be an appropriate time to make a joke, but it wasn't at all funny back then. Sam didn't ask anything, didn't say anything, his expression turned blank and finally he muttered a word: "Ruby!" He let me go and ran towards the general direction where Dean and I parted ways. I kept calling out to him with no use, so I remained silent as I tried to keep up with Sam while he bulldozed his way through the corridor.