PART 2

“Enough, Sam.” Dean yelled and approached the two, picking up the shotgun left on the floor in his way. “Ok sister, start talking or I’ll make a doughnut out of you.”

“I’m not entirely human” she started and the brothers became suddenly vigilant. “I’m not a supernatural thing either so you can get your stick out your asses.” She yanked her arm out of Sam’s hand and sat back down on the old, dusty attic couch staring at the dead body lying on the floor, soaking the rug up with its blood. “My father was an angel sent on Earth on a holly mission, he fell in love with a human, my mother.” Sam frowned and Dean scratched his head, they both opened their mouths but none of them knew how to verbally react to the news so Alice kept on telling her story and the boys sat down to listen to it. This should be interesting!

“I know what you’re thinking: If the Antichrist that you meet long time ago was that powerful, what exactly it is that I can do? Well the answer is: nothing. If the offspring of a demon is endowed with much power and the demon that spawned it is seen as a hero, in my case is exactly the opposite. My father was imprisoned, tortured and in the end killed and I was granted eternal life to carry on the shame of my parent. I was an abomination, I was to be punished. It was 1582 when I found out what I am. There were exactly 82 years since my birthday and I lived to see my mother die and my brothers and my husband, we were never able to have children and I was left all alone. At first when I saw that after my 18^th birthday I haven’t age a day I thought I was blessed, imagine my surprise when I found out that that was not the case.

Heaven always kept an eye on me and when I started trying to take my own life they sent an angel to fill me in on the deal. His name was Castiel and little that I’ve known he was far different than others like him. He told me the whole story and told me how I can die but he also told me how I can help and what was truly out there.

The way in which I can die is by driving an angel blade thru my heart, doesn’t matter who does it at long as it’s done but at that time I had no idea how get one. I begged Castiel to do it but he wouldn’t, instead he disappeared as sudden as he appeared.”

Dean smiled and chuckled. “Yeah, he does that” He interrupted almost melancholic but Alice didn’t mind him.

“With no means to end my pain and no intent to carry on forever, like I was a normal person I geared up and stacked up on books and lore and started killing everything that had black eyes, too many teeth or all of a sudden a twin brother. The thing is I never did it for the sake of humanity but looking for some kind of redemption. I figured that if I do this, one day I’ll be acquitted of my father’s deeds and they’ll let me die in peace. Castiel knew that, he promised he’d help me when the time was right. Before the day he opened the purgatory he came to me and gave me his blade so I could do what was necessary, but I was in the middle of a case and I’ve decided to postpone my … execution until I caught whatever it was that I was hunting. I was in New York at that time and after Castiel had left I went to the Meat Packing District to investigate one of the victim’s apartment when I ran past a pawn shop and saw this in the window.” She touched the other blade with the tips of her fingers. “According to the inscriptions on the handle it’s … Gabriel’s.”

“What?” Dean was the first to break the heavy silence that filled the room. “Gabriel is dead, Lucifer killed him. Look sister, I think you’ve been misinformed regarding these swords, apparently they’re keep on living after their owner is dead because Cas bit it and so did Gabriel. Or maybe they’re not even theirs, maybe they’re fakes, Gabriel faked his once.” Dean spat, Gabriel did toyed with them so many times but in the end he came round and he did die protecting him, protecting them, both of them and this nobody was staining his memory.

Alice chuckled. She knew Castiel for over four hundred years and in that time he confessed many things to her especially about the objects that could put an end to her suffering. He wanted to help for so long and when he knew he was about to board in that suicidal mission of opening the purgatory he resorted to his own swan song, giving Alice the way out.

As soon as she bagged the spirit that was possessing Wall Street brokers, making them spent every penny they had and jumping off from a building after that, Alice took the two blades and went to find the Winchesters. That’s what Castiel had said she must do if he failed to answer her prayers for too long.

She had just arrived into town that morning, knowing vaguely where she could find the boys from Cas. She was passing by Bobby’s house trying to find a townsman that actually saw the brothers and could point her in the right direction when she spotted the demon making an inhumanly jump all the way to the window of the attic. She picked up an ashtray from a table outside a gas station nearby and filled it with salt, hoping that it would pass as sugar and she posed as a friendly new neighbor.

“Ok, we’re back at where the story begins” Sam concluded. “You barged in, killed the damn thing and we’re going round again.”

PART 1

PART 1

The doorbell rang and Sam walked up to it in a lazy mood, still searching with his eyes the line he skipped in an old occult book. The hunter opened the door slowly, failing to see who was waiting in the doorway. “Howdy neighbor!” A wild haired and energetic girl greeted him with a smile “I’m new in town, thought you might need some sugar” she pushed a bowl full of sugar in Sam’s arms, which made him drop the book and avalanched inside the house. In matters of moments her face went from cheery to worried and vigilant, not to mention that the excuse for visiting was completely faux. She marched in a heartbeat at the bottom of the stairs flew open her coat and drew out a shotgun. Sam dropped the sugar bowl which shuddered into thousands of crystals, and drew out his own gun from the belt, but the redhead that invaded his home didn’t bother to even look at him, but ran up the stairs, she was clearly not going to aim at him with that thing so Sam ran up the stairs himself.

“Take a friendly advice mister and stay back, I’ll explain everything later.” She loaded up her gun, two red shells, she backed up as far as she could and broke down the door to the attic running up another set of stairs. The girl clearly knew something about something, when she broke down the door the little bag hanging from her belt broke of as well and it was leaving a trail of salt all the way up to the attic.

One shot. Sam climbed the stairs himself. The second shot was not far away. When he arrived at the top the girl was holding a man on the floor, face down in a navy seal kind of way and chanting an exorcism. The demon screamed and was immediately flushed away from its host, the black smoke passing a mesmerized Sam and vanishing into thin air.

The girl loosened the grip and checked for a pulse, then, when she found it, dropped the man, limp on the floor. She stood up to her feet but saw the pistol in Sam’s hand and raised her hands, shotgun and all. “Look man, I just saved your life” She began excusing her actions, probably already fed up with non believers, especially the ones that choose to say “That’s impossible” over and over again even though they’ve been there when it happened. But Sam’s eyes squinted and he cut her off “You’re a hunter?!”

The affirmation came out more like a question and the stranger felt the need to answer “Yes. How…?”

She began to question the possibility of a civilian knowing about hunters but she stopped. “Fellow hunter I presume?”

Sam cocked his head, should he trust her? I mean she did just barge in his house, but she also saved him a lot of trouble with that demon.

“What the hell…” Dean walked in, provoked by the shootings. His eyes were swollen and his hair messed up , he had been woken from his beauty sleep, it was only natural for him to be cranky, but the moment he saw the girl every bad boy sense in him kicked in and he was awake and fresh again “Well hello there.”

“She’s a hunter, she just exorcized a demon, with bare hands” Sam put him up to date. The girl was standing in the middle of the attic, hands up and starring at the two brothers. Dean’s eyebrows rose, that was a lot to take in, in his state.

He leaned over to his brother and whispered “And she’s keeping her hands up, why?”

The girl realized that just then and dropped her hands, Sam jerked his gun and she threw hers on the floor with a loud thump. Sam and Dean measured her up and down for a while and eventually Sam spoke “I’m Sam, this is Dean, we’re brothers, raised in the business.”

The girl exhaled a lung full of air and cursed in a strange language. “There’s no way this is possible. You’re Sam and Dean, THE Sam and Dean that stopped what couldn’t be stopped.” The two brothers looked at each other and then at the girl in front of them. Well wasn’t she a know-it-all? Also she couldn’t have been older than 23, she wore a pair of washed up and ripped up jeans, a gray t-shirt and a black leather jacket. Dean contemplated for a while at her skin peeping thru the cuts in her jeans, it was milky white, her dark red hair was disheveled and matching perfectly with her green eyes. She smiled when she realized what Dean was doing and her red lips brightened her face. Dean snapped out of it and answered: “Well sugar, we broke it, we had to fix it.” He said, with confidence.

“Well you kind of did a piss poor job, ripping the script and burning the pages. I heard there’s anarchy upstairs; angels running around, wavering their hands in the air, having no clue what to do next.” She laughed at the image in her head but Sam and Dean didn’t feel like laughing. She knew much more than she let them to believe and that usually wasn’t a good thing.

“I’m sorry” started Sam “I didn’t catch your name?!” he asked wondering if the beautiful hunter in front of him was an ally or another enemy.

“That’s because I didn’t say it yet. It’s Alice.” She extended out her hand, stepped over the shotgun, laying on the floor and approached Sam. He shook her hand and she moved on to Dean. He huffed and giggled and delivered some cheesy pick up line that, naturally, didn’t work.

“I know everybody has a lot of questions but, later, Ok? Where’s the angel Castiel, I have something for him.” Alice removed her back pack and started rummaging thru it but the boys didn’t sketch any gesture, Sam looked down at his feet and Dean frowned and swallowed the knot in his throat. The wounds of betrayal that Cas left behind were still fresh, and every memory of him was like salt on flesh.

When she didn’t receive any answer Alice looked up from inside her backpack to see the two brothers looking odd and sad. She raised her eyebrows questioning the silence. “Well?”

Sam was putting together a speech in his head explaining everything that had happened but Dean cut him off ever before he opened his mouth. “He’s dead.” Dean said sounding angry, he turned around and went rushing down the stairs. When he arrived at the bottom he punched the wall in front of him. From the attic Sam knew what the loud thump was even though he couldn’t see what happened, he closed his eyes and sighed. His brother was taking the loss of the angel pretty rough.

All this time Alice stood there with a smirk on her face, half confused half shocked. Sam opened his eyes and took a step in the girl’s direction. “He’s telling the truth.” Sam summarized the last whereabouts of Cas before he disappeared in the water.

“That’s impossible” She said at the end, going thru her back pack once again.

Sam was ready to maintain his story and he had strong arguments as well, after all he was a witness to the whole thing but before he’d say anything Alice pulled out two angel blades from under the clothes that made mostly the object of her backpack. “See?” She asked, wide eyed, smile on her face.

Sam had no clue to what was going on but to have two angel blades that was unsettling. He looked at her with one eyebrow raised.

“You say you know something about something and you don’t know about the blade of angels?” she asked amused.

“Of course I know what those are; I just don’t see how that proves that Cas is alive.” Sam snapped. She was being a smart ass and not at all helpful.

Alice sighed, placed the blades in Sam’s lap and said: “A blade does not survive without its keeper.” She raised one of the blades up to Sam’s eyes and turned it around so he could see the engravings. Dead and mend one of those things once and he saw it on Cas for so many times but not in that much detail. The handle was engraved, every inch of it, in Enochian symbols. “It’s the story of how the warrior became an angel. The thing with the blade is that it has the same fate as its master. If the warrior dies the sword shutters.” She paused pondering for a while but continued looking up at Dean who was leaning against the railing, arms folded on his chest. “If the warrior betrays, the blade turns black and also against its keeper.” Dean’s body relaxed, he dropped his arm alongside his body, his jaw dropped and his eyes filled with tears. Cas didn’t die because of an angel blade, he disintegrated in water.

“Wait!” Sam demanded. “You’re telling me that one of this blade thingies it’s Cass’ and that he’s not dead, because the damn thing is still in one piece?”

Alice looked at him confidence in her glance.

“That’s Lord of the Rings gibberish, where do you think you are? Hogwarts?” He rose to his feet, and dragged Alice up as well by her arm. “Enough of this bull crap. Tell me who you are.”

Daca ajungi la timp, n-ai cum sa pierzi trenul.

Tanti de la bilete s-a jurat cu mana pe inima si scuipat in san plus matanii la biserica si promisiunea ca are inside-uri de la Sefu’ ca trenul o sa aibe o intarziere fenomenal de plictisitoare de cel putin o ora, asadar, in loc de ora 6:05 trenul era mai mult ca sigur destinat sa ajunga in gara undeva in jurul orei 7. Prin urmare, l-am trezit pe tata, care insistaze cu o seara in urma sa ma conduca el la gara, pe la ora 5 si 10 uitand faptul ca el este ceea ce se numeste in popor “mireasa” si ca-I ia o ora jumate numai sa-si bea cafeaua, perioada in care se trezeste si inca doua secole si patruj’ de ani sa intre si apoi sa iasa din baie.

Prin urmare plecare spre gara s-a facut la ora 5 si 45 de minute. Am prins, asa cum e legitim si confirmat de fiecare lege a lui Murphy, absolut toate semafoarele pe culoarea rosie incepand cu Barbu Vacarescu tot drumul pana la gara. La ora sase punct am tras in fata garii, parcare insotita de un telefon de la Dana care imi dadea de stire, incercand sa fie calma, ca trenul trasese in gara de ceva timp stire care s-a culminat cu mine si tata luand bagajele la spinare si facand un mega sprint din fata garii pana la jumatatea peronului, sprint adus subit la halt deoarece mi-am dat seama ca habar nu am unde-I Dana.

Localizarea prietenei mele s-a facut cu un simplu telefon si-am aflat ca ma astepta la Mec. Incurajarile mele frenetice de a -si misca fundul pana la jumatatea peronului a facut-o pe Danuta sa inte-n priza.

Ne-am intalnit intr-un final la mijloc, in tren si am pornit in periculoasa aventura de “train cruising” pritre oameni nesimtiti si bagaje aruncate la intamplare, deorece mai aveam de traversat cel putin 5 vagoane pana sa ajungem la locurile noastre. Calatoria in sine a fost lipsita de evenimente dar am inghetat ca un rahat deoare a plouat de la Bucuresti pana in Costinesti cu galeata iar aerul conditionat cu care ne-a rasfatat patrioticul CFR a fost complet inutil si o totala aruncare de bani pe fereastra.

In Mangalia ne-am urcat intr-un maxi-taxi unde am avut vecini de fund si de unde am coborat cu totii enervati, transpirati, sifonati si mai saraci cu 3 lei jumate. Copilul blond si supraponderal care mi-a fost vecin de fund in maxi-taxi mi-a facut in dar si cateva coate-n coaste, calcaturi pe picioare si transfer de sudoare si nu numai, mi-a deveint coleg de cearsaf , pe plaja in urmatoarele doua zile.

Hook-Man in my closet.

Exista intamplari si intamplari pe care, fie ca vreau sau nu, le repet la nesfarsit, insa fara sa le scriu pe blog ori pentru ca uit, ori pentru ca sunt mediocre ori pentru ca sunt prea scurte dar cum intamplarea asta a fost momentul in care mi s-a orit inima pentru o secunda, si dupa cum veti citi in continuare, aparent si creierul, am zis ca e nevoie sa-o postez.

Intamplarea apare in dialogurile mele ori de cate ori e adus in discutie subiectul filme de groaza. Cine a vazut “I know what you did last summer” poate sa spuna ca e un “chick-flick with a twist”. Nimic serios, doar un criminal in serie pornit pe razbunare, al carui sport preferat este tachinarea victimelor sale.

Cum televiziunea noastra draga n-a mai dat un film nou de un deceniu, ci din contra, pare ca le reia la nesfarsit pe cele vechi, diferenta n-a facut nici antena 1 intr-o seara frumoasa de vara, cand a reluat acest film minunat.

Neavand alte optiuni am decis sa raman pe program asa ca am trecut cu curaj si indrazneala si de prima serie de reclame, apoi a doua serie de reclame si chiar si a treia, a patra serie de reclame a lasat filmul suspendat la partea in care criminalul se ascunde in dulapul lui Sarah Michelle Gellar, asteapta pana aceasta adoarme pentru ca mai apoi sa-i cioparteasca minunatul par si sa il decoreze cu coronita de “regina a balului” pe care aceasta o primise cu un an in urma la terminarea liceului, si pe care trebuia s-o poarte ziua urmatoare intr-o parada.

Am inchis curajoasa televizorul criticand personajul si gandindu-ma ca e absolut imposibil sa existe cineva la tine in dulap si sa nu-ti dai seama. Razand pe infundate si visand la “ce-ar fi daca…” m-a furat incetul cu incetul somnul si-am dormit.

Am dormit pana ce, in mijlocul noptii aud un “hodoronc – tronc” venind dispre dulap, o busitura teribila si terifianta.

Crezand ca inca mai dorm si ca ce-am auzit a fost un vis provocat de film am horatat sa ma intorc la somn. Si totusi sunetul pe care il auzisem nu-mi dadea pace, memoria si senzatia de groaza pe care o primisem atunci cand bufnitura cu pricina mi-a tulburat somnul nu ma lasa sa mi-l reiau asa ca am hotarat sa ma intorc cu fata la sifonier si “OROARE!” , usile erau intre deschise, doar atat incat sa vad o bezna de nedescris inauntru. Atunci, in momentul ala mi s-a oprit inima si-am facut analogia la filmul pe care tocmai il vazusem. Pentru un moment mi-a fost frica pentru viata mea, pentru viitorul pletelor mele si pentru posibilitatea de-a avea un criminal in serie ascuns in sifonier. Doar pentru un moment am trait dintr-un scenariu de film si pot sa spun ca n-a fost deloc placut.

Am hotarat sa-mi infrunt soarta , gestul meu constand in a-mi targe patura peste cap si sa a spera ca n-a observant ca m-am trezit si ca se va multumi doar cu a-mi taia parul si-am instala o coronita pe cap dar dupa cateva moment de gandire m-am horatat ca n-am sa dorm in aceeasi camera cu un criminal in serie chiar daca acesta se ascunde la mine in dulap asa ca m-am ridicat, am aprins in fuga lumina si m-am dus s-o trezesc pe mama.

Povestea culmineaza cu mama injurand pe jumatate adormita si deschizandu-mi usile de la sifonier doar ca sa ajung la concluzia ca bara tranzversala de care erau agatate toate umerasele, cedase intr-unul din capete iar gramada de haine, in cadere, a creeat o bula de aer care a impins usile sifonierului, usi care, fireste, nu erau incuiate.

Am incuiat usile, am multumit cerului, am injurat scenaristul si regizorul filmului si am dormit ca un bebelus pana a doua zi dimineata.

THE END