Finally an update from Jacks
The rest of the day they researched and tried to figure out what exactly was going on; that meant that Kelly needed to explain everything she knew about the people involved with her kidnapping and the voodoo priestess she had gone to see earlier. Needless to say, Kelly didn’t expect the questioning. Lynn had told her that Sam, Dean and her Uncle John were real life ‘Ghostbusters’ but Lynn wasn’t quite sure what their s.o.p. (standard operating procedure) for hunting was. And there wasn’t much time for her to ask Cassie about it either, even though it was obvious she knew.
The five of them sat comfortably in the living room of the suite they had moved to, to accommodate all them. After all, it was better for them to all be in the same place, instead of in separate rooms despite the privacy issues for the couples. Sam sat on the loveseat with Lynn curled up at his side, and laptop on, while Dean and Cassie sat together on one end of the couch, and Kelly at the other.
Kelly was tired of answering the questions being thrown at her. Questions like, “Do you remember how you felt after you took the drink?”, “When you woke up did you recognize any of your captors?”, and of course, “Did the leader of the group at the island say anything else while they were searching for you?” But she knew that they were only asking the questions to be thorough so they could prevent more murders.
But right now she just wanted to scream. When she noticed the look on Sam’s face, the one she had come to quickly recognize as the ‘curious and questioning’ look, she spoke up.
“Oh no, I’ve had it Sam,” she sighed heavily. “I need a break. Besides, is there a point in going over the same stuff three, four even five times?”
Sam gave his cousin a sympathetic look. “I know this may seem monotonous, but by you answering the same questions over again, you may remember something, anything, no matter how insignificant it may seem that could help us,” he told her. “But you are right,” he looked over at Dean and the two nodded in apparent agreement, “we could take a break and get a pizza.”
As Sam’s suggestion was met with unanimous enthusiasm, he got up off the couch, grabbed his cell phone, the phone book and went to order a couple of pizzas, leaving the girls and Dean alone to talk…something he should not have done as Dean and Cassie had enough ‘embarrassing stories’ to keep his cousin and hopefully his girlfriend laughing for a while.
“So,” Kelly began as Sam left the room, “Lynn, what’s with you and my cousin, hmmmm?” she questioned with a teasing glint in her eye.
Lynn blushed slightly, but held her poker face in place and raised an eyebrow, “I don’t know what you mean.”
Dean, Cassie, and Kelly all laughed. They knew that Lynn was just acting as if she had no idea what they were talking about; it was the same thing they did when they were all in junior high and high school and didn’t want to admit how much she was interested in Sam. Her denial wasn’t getting her anywhere with her so-called ‘friends’. Lynn bit her lip and sighed, “All right, all right, I’m still in love with him, ok? I missed him being around after we broke up.”
What she didn’t realize was that she had been set up and Sam was standing right behind her. Sam’s jaw dropped at Lynn’s revelation. He had realized that he was still attracted to her, and they had made out on the bed a little while after he and Dean had found her in the crypt. But he had assumed it was because of all the adrenaline running through them and the fact they were both glad she was alive and relatively healthy.
At the sound of Dean’s sniggering, Sam snapped back into the real world and spoke up, his voice altogether an amalgam of soft and masculine as he asked, “Lynn? Did you mean that?”
Lynn jerked up with a shock. She had not expected Sam to hear her confession. She could hear the hope, love and, yes, fear in his voice. But what was he afraid of? He regularly faced numerous demons, spirits and creatures from hell- things normal grown men would run away from. So what could scare him so badly? Slowly, she turned around and looked at Sam, a lump of nervousness formed in her throat. Ah what the hell, she thought, I might as well “bite the bullet”. She swallowed that lump in her throat and replied in the steadiest voice she could, “Always Sam, always.”
Sam immediately walked over, picked her up and pressed his lips to hers in a kiss that, well let’s say it really didn’t leave much to the imagination. The two continued to kiss until the sound of someone clearing their throat caused them to break the kiss and separate. Sam glared at Dean, who he knew (even without the “shining”) was the one to interrupt he and Lynn. “What Dean?”
Dean raised an eyebrow and put his hands in an ‘I surrender’ position. “Dude, just thought you’d want to know that the pizza’s here, you don’t need to bite my head off Sammy,” Dean replied as he backed away and headed to the kitchenette.
Sam and Lynn both groaned mentally. Had they really been so into each other that neither of them had realized when the others had left the room and the pizza Sam had ordered had been had arrived? Well if it had, at least they had been in each other’s company and both were “pleasantly” occupied instead of tied up, beaten up, used as bait, or worse, murdered. Though Lynn had to admit that if she had been kidnapped, she’d rather be with Sam than anyone else.
“Lynn,” Lynn blinked her eyes and cleared her mind at the sound of her name coming from Sam’s voice. She looked up into his smiling face and he continued, “Come on; let’s get something to eat before they eat everything.”
Lynn chuckled at Sam’s tone of voice, took his proffered hand and let him lead her into the kitchenette where they joined the rest of Sam’s family. The rest of the night, before everyone went to bed was spent in discussion about the kidnappings, catching Kelly up on recent family drama, and just in general talking about current events.
Meanwhile……
On the other side of town, a woman in her early thirties was seated in what seemed to be an old antique throne from Europe. The woman was a beautiful, tall and thin African-American woman, with long wavy dark hair, brown eyes, and cocoa colored skin. However, instead of a smile on her face, it was contorted into a masque of anger. She had big plans to release her master, “Papa Legba”, the one who was the keeper of the Crossroads and Doorways, and therefore the keeper of the way into Hell. After millennia of serving in that position, her master had finally grown weary of watching the doorway and the crossroads and had begun to implement his plan using his “children”.
Her part was not in getting the children, but securing the sacrifices needed to help the last of the ‘children’ make his or her final passage into his service. She had almost completed her task when she got that Winchester girl. She had taken special care to make sure that all her victims were ones from broken homes and whose family wouldn’t miss them. But she had underestimated this girl’s family.
The woman screamed her fury and as about to throw her wine glass at the wall when someone entered her inner sanctum. She looked to the door and found herself facing one of her many minions. “Have you found her?!” her voice ice cold and filled with contempt and impatience.
‘No, my lady, we have not. It’s as if she just….” He bit his lip as he searched for the right word, “disappeared.”
“WHAT?! What do you mean ‘disappeared’?” the woman questioned angrily. She rose from her throne and walked toward the minion. “She was on an island that was at least a mile from any main land, where pray tell could she have gone? She didn’t know where she was, and she sure as hell doesn’t know enough survivalist skills to keep her alive and hidden in the jungle…”
Suddenly the air seemed to thicken, and a huge blast of cold entered the room, followed by the distinct smell of sulfur. The woman’s eyes widened and she immediately sank to her knees (and brought the minion along with her), prostrating herself on the floor.
“My Lord, the woman has escaped. We do not have enough sacrifices to set free the gate of your realm,” she stated, her voice shaky, as it should be, for in front of her, a shadowy form began to come together. A young man in his mid twenties, with shoulder length red hair, tanned skin and looking altogether sinful stood before her.
The man smiled evilly. “That matters not Ayana, my daughter,” the new arrival, “Papa Legba”, if the minion was not mistaken, said. “You have brought my plans to fruition much sooner than expected. I had hoped that I would be able to get Sam Winchester, my favored one, into this little ‘competition’ sooner rather than later. And due to your kidnapping of his cousin, he and his family will research more about what had happened and will try to stop me.” He laughed evilly, “But they won’t be able to, not without the key.”
Ayana smiled and joined her lord in his laughter. She knew how important his work was and that these “Winchesters” not stop his plans for opening the gate leading to the world of the dead. As their laughter died out, Ayana dared to speak first; something which rarely happened in the presence of “Papa Legba”.
“My Lord, I and the rest of your loyal followers are ready for your next instructions,” she said, her voice soft, but determined.
“Papa Legba’s” eyes flashed a sulfuric yellow as he grinned even more evilly. As he gave Ayana her instructions he couldn’t help but think of how well his plans were progressing. It is so easy to completely fool these meat sacks, he thought, as he mentally rubbed his hands together. He hadn’t even needed to suggest to Ayana that he was a deity. She was so devout in her faith, that she automatically assumed he was the REAL Papa Legbas. Yeah, right; like I want to be associated with that self righteous bastard. He won’t open the gate that leads doPwnstairs. Ayana, the foolish whore, doesn’t even realize that I am a demon. Not only that, but that I am the one who caused the death of her mother and nearly a dozen other mothers.
Even as the Yellow Eyed Demon gloated over his supposed win, he was unaware that his greatest enemies were about to get the shock of their lives and get the upper hand in the war between Heaven and Hell. The Yellow Eyed Demon thought that he would be able to get rid of the Winchesters, both Dean and John, then gain control over the youngest, Sam, and be able to make Sam his second in command. However, he ignored the human saying that “What doesn’t kill us, only makes us stronger”. Because he failed to have the foresight to see the way that John and Dean would react when Mary had been killed.
They had raised Sam to be a warrior; and after witnessing the death of his longtime girlfriend, Sam was bound and determined to see to the destruction of the Yellow Eyed Demon. He didn’t want the bastard to haunt him or his family any longer. And after finding out about Max and how Max’s mother died, he didn’t want any other families to suffer as his had. That was one of the main points of agreement between John and Sam when they argued these days.
And as it stood now, standing on a Colorado Mountain, John Winchester walked up to an old seemingly dilapidated cabin and knocked on the door. Hopefully the old man was in and would give him the gun he had spent the last year researching and looking for.
TBC
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