Is This Real?

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Sam woke with such a start he almost fell right out of bed, he had to fight for a moment to keep his breathing nice and even. He felt like he had run an entire marathon, his body ached relentlessly and his arms hurt so much he didn't even bother with putting on a shirt and so he wandered slowly to the kitchen where he sought caffeine and a belly full of eggs. Luckily no-one was in the kitchen when he entered so he had the time to inhale a cup of coffee in private before Dean entered with Cas. “Jesus! What the hell happened to you?” Dean shouted and Sam raised a brow, “What are you talking about?” Sam asked as he clutched his second cup of coffee for that morning, “I believe Dean is meaning to ask about your injuries” Castiel supplied helpfully but Sam was still confused, what injuries? Dean left the room quickly with a smirk on his face only to return with a small handheld mirror likely poached from their Mother's room, Dean held the mirror for Sam to look into and the younger brother simply stared. Several large purple blotches lined his neck and when he turned about to examine his back he found thin red lines running from his shoulder to his waist. “I mean I'm glad you finally got some Sammy but seriously? Hickies?” Dean scoffed while Castiel looked on with fascination at the markings on Sam's skin. “So who was she? A mysterious redhead? A feisty blonde?” Dean questioned but Sam didn't answer, instead he dropped into an empty chair in disbelief. It had all been a dream so why did he have all the physical signs from his nighttime activities? “I gotta go” Sam said hurriedly, nearly running from the kitchen in his quest to get back to his room. “I wouldn't let Mom see those marks if I was you!” Dean called after him and Sam shook his head, Mary seeing him all scratched up would definetly raise more than a few questions. He grabbed his laptop from its place on his desk and opened it, clicking onto google so that he could search for the clues from his dream. He typed in the name of the bar first, Tappers Bar and Motel- Kansas and when he clicked the search button he was bombarded with dozens of results with the very first being the website of the bar. It took very little effort to click around the simple website to find the address and the hours it was open. He wrote this all down and cleared the search bar so that he could search for the name of the motel he'd gone to, The Marmalade and he found it on the third result along with the address and phone number. Sam grabbed his mobile phone and keyed in the motel phone number and hit the button to dial it before he switched it to loudspeaker and waiter for someone to answer. “Hello you've reached the Marmalade Motel, how can I help you?” the receptionist asked when they answered, “Yes I'm looking for a friend of mine who I think had checked into your hotel in room forty six?” Sam asked trying to keep casual so the receptionist didn't get suspicious. “We do have a guest in that room yes, unfortunately I'm unable to give out any personal details” the receptionist replied which had Sam sighing in frustration. Anyone could be in that room. “That's alright, thanks for your help” he said before hanging up, he stared at the wall for a moment unsure what to do next. Something about all this madness was real and he had to know, there was no other choice. He looked down at the notes he'd made and he knew what he had to do. Within minutes Sam was up and packing his bags, filling the canvas with clothes and weapons just in case. He managed to dress and get his bags all the way to the garage without being spotted but his luck ran out just seconds later when Dean, Mary and Castiel entered the garage looking rather concerned. “Sam, you should talk to us. It's not alright Ro just run off without telling any of us” Mary scolded as Sam loaded his bags into the back seat of his car, the same one that Dean called plastic rubbish and demoted to the furthest parking space of the garage. “I've got something I need to do alone, I can't really explain it now but I promise when I get some answers I'll let you know” he said as he climbed into the driver seat and hit the button to open the garage door. Mary watched Sam drive off, worry in her heart at the fact Sam was acting downright suspicious. Dean snatched his keys off the hook and made to follow his brother but Castiel put himself in the way, “Sam's a grown man and he knows we are here for him if he needs it. Whatever is going on can't be dangerous otherwise he'd have asked us to go along” the angel reasoned and Dean sighed in frustration before dropping baby's keys into Castiel’s open palm, defeated for now. Sam sped along the roads, turning when his GPS told him to but not once stopping until he reached the small town in which the bar was located. The town was pretty empty, he only saw ten people in the main street as he drove through to park in front of The Marmalade. He got out of the car and felt sparks shooting along his skin like electricity, deep inside the felt as if he had to be here, as if he belonged here with all the other peaceful looking people who walked down the street without a care in the world. The interior of the motel was clean and painted in a warm yellow while the receptionist had smiled broadly from the moment he came in the door to the moment he walked to her desk. ‘What can I do for you today?” she asked with a flirty smile, “I'd like a room please” Sam replied trying not to encourage her, “Just for you or will someone be joining you?” she asked as he long nails slid up the counter to caress the hand he'd set on the bench. “I'm expecting company so I'd like a king bed please” he replied and he almost smirked as the intense smile faded from the receptionist’s face, “We have two rooms available on the fourth floor, 42 and 30” she said now in a rather disappointed voice, “I'll take number 42” he said and the receptionist took the card he handed her and dropped the card key into his hand before turning away as if she couldn't see him anymore. Sam didn't mind the receptionist’s petty behaviour and made his way to the elevator and hit the button for the fourth floor, tapping his foot nervously as the metal box crawled up between the floors. In his room Sam took the time to shower and wash himself properly but when he looked in the mirror he saw that the purple blotches that had been so vivid and obvious that morning were now complete gone, even the deeper scratch marks on his back were healed over and invisible. Mystified by his suddenly healed marks, he rubbed the towel through his hair until it was properly dry and thought about it all. This was too strange even for him, perhaps there was something afoot here like a demon or a witch and if that was the case he wanted to be prepared so when he picked out his clothes for the evening he made sure to tuck the gun into the waistband of his jeans and strap a knife into the little sheath hidden in his boot. He walked to Tapper’s just down the street with a heart that felt like it would burst, for all he knew this could just be an elaborate trick to get him off his guard and alone but he'd never know until he tried. He took his seat at the bar and ordered a beer, all the while scanning the bar and watching the door for any newcomers but as the clock ticked on and on, he felt his heart sinking. The bar closed at ten thirty and Sam began walking slowly back to the motel, his head hung low and his heart heavy as he realised that his dream might have actually been a dream after all. He was just a block from the motel when he heard a loud crashing and some cursing from the alleyway, “Oh I'm sorry! Did that hurt? You poor baby!  Bet it didn't hurt as much as when you bloody stabbed me!” the woman yelled and there was a series of loud crashed and a high pitched keening that echoed in the night. Sam crept down the alley and peered around the corner where he saw a male demon with it's glowing black eyes pinned against the wall, the mortal vessel broken and bloody beyond repair. Standing in front of the demon was a woman who wore a singlet with her button down shirt tied tight around her stomach. “I've told your kind at least a dozen times before, I don't like demons sniffing around and following me all the time so either your king grows some balls to come and face me himself or you lot find someone else to bother” she snarled as she slammed her knife through the demon's shoulder and effectively pinning him to the wall before she began speaking the ancient words to send the demon back to the only place it belonged. The vessel had been dead for some time, that much was clear but even so the young woman handled the body with care and gently set it down on the ground. She turned then, her hand pressing against her stomach and Sam saw why she wore her button down shirt so strangely. Bright red blood was seeping through the cotton fabric, she had been stabbed quite brutally. She staggered backwards a step to brace herself against the wall and her hair fell away from her face to reveal she was the woman that Sam had driven four hours to find. “Lexa?” he called tentatively as he entered the alley, she looked up in confusion and her mouth fell open when she spotted Sam walking towards her. She looked awful, pale and wobbly, Sam reached her just as she began to slide down the wall as her legs grew too weak to hold her up anymore, he picked her up and held her to his chest not caring for the stains she would make on his new shirt. His own heart raced as he realised he might just lose her and he tried not to jostle her too much as he turned and bolted out of the alley and back down the street to the 24/7 medical clinic that was just a little ways past Tapper’s. The nurse who was manning the desk jumped to her feet when she saw Sam enter, “I need a bed out here now!” she shouted into a radio and she started toward Sam, the bed was rushed from the back and he lie her on the pristine white sheets. “What's her name?” the nurse asked as two others began wheeling the bed into the back, “Alexandria, her name is Alexandria Bluebird” he answered with a voice full or anxiety, the nurse patted his shoulder gently, “We'll do everything we can for her, it's lucky you got her here when you did” she said reassuringly as she too disappeared into the back where they'd taken Lexa, through the heavy white doors that didn't permit anyone other than patients and staff to go through. All he could do was wait and hope that he'd gotten there on time.

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