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“Be there in five!” the message read.
Your heart beats faster and you wipe your nervous sweaty palms on your legs. You were sitting on a stool in your kitchen debating whether or not to finish your glass of wine. Oh my gosh, why were you so anxious! It was only a date.
But it was sooo much more than that. You met the tall handsome stranger yesterday, and something about him had you in fits. His kind hazel-green eyes, beautiful brown hair, chiseled features and the list goes on just thinking about him! He was so nice, and smart!
Yesterday was a typical Thursday at the pathology building of your Medical school until Agent Jones and Agent Johnson walked in. Agent Johnson later revealed that his real name was Sam Winchester. I assumed he and his partner used aliases as some sort of government protection. They said they were sent to review the autopsy reports of your recent cases. You were glad they came. The last two bodies delivered to you had a strange circular markings on their backs, and their body fat indexes were astoundingly low considering neither of them were in good physical health. That body fat percentage would make even the most trim body builders jealous.
Agent Jones – Dean – took photos of the strange markings and you reviewed your reports with Sam. You found him attractive and had tried to impress him with your knowledge. You didn't expect a government agent to return interest to a student, so you were happily surprised when he asked you out for Friday night dinner.
You hear your doorbell ring, “You are calm, you are strong, you got this”, you repeat to yourself as some sort of nervous mantra. Taking the wine glass in hand you walk over to the sink to dump it out. With a quick change of mind you down the remaining 2 ounces and leave the glass on the counter.
You say goodbye to your room mates who giggle and give you a thumbs up.
Before answering the door you give yourself one last check in the mirror – you fix your red dress and try to smooth down the fly-aways sticking out of your loosely curled hair and slip on your nude pumps. Whistles were called out from the living room and you saw the girls peeking at you over the back of the couch.
“Hey”, you say shyly to Sam upon answering the door. You smile and tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear.
“Hey, y/n. You look amazing!” he has a genuine smile on his face and holds him arm out for you to take. “Are you ready to go?”
“Yea,” you smile, wave goodbye to the girls and close the door. You take him arm and begin walking down the path to the road.
“Oh wow! Is that your car?” you ask when you see the Chevy Impala.
“Yep! Well, it was my dad’s, and now its my brother’s. He let me use it for tonight.” Explained Sam. He opened the passenger side door for you to get in.
“I love it!” you admit. “However its not the sort of car I would expect an FBI agent to drive.”
“Yea there is a long story to explain it, but its not important.” Sam ran his fingers through his long hair.
The conversation flows easily and you begin to relax. Turns out this guy was pretty funny in his own quirky way.
You arrive at the restaurant Sam had picked out. It was upscale, but nothing too fancy. He orders a bottle of wine to commence your evening together.
“So,” you begin, “I find it very interesting that you and your brother are both special agents. Its nice that your branch lets you two work together. I would assume it would a conflict of interest, you know? Being in tough situations – possibly dangerous – with your brother. It might cloud your judgement.”
Sam clears his throat, “You’re right. We have gotten ourselves into many situations where it seems like the best option - at the time - would be for one of us to risk our own safety to help save…or benefit of the other…” he trailed off.
It looked as though he was remembering some painful memories so you switched the topic.
“Are you planning on staying in this area for long?” you ask. The date was going really well for the both of you from what you could tell. It would be a shame if he was from far away and wouldn't be back in town for a while.
Sam leaned back in his chair, “We will definitely be around until we catch the thing, person, attacking people and leaving those marks on their backs.”
“Oh yea! What were those? Have you seen anything like that before?” you were curious now. Even though you wanted to be a doctor, the pathology and pathophysiology of the body interested you. “I assumed it may have been from a new disease…. You think its from a person?”
“It could be a disease” said Sam nodding. “Or, it could be something else.” He took a sip of his wine and leaned in. You leaned in as well as he dropped his voice lower. “But if I told you, I’d have to kill you.” He shot you a wink and you both laughed.
“Oh, how mysterious.” You flirt back with a hint of sarcasm and playful look on your face.
You continue the evening, laughing and chatting over delicious food. After dinner the two of you decide to take a walk around the neighbourhood.
Neither of you were ready to end the night. The cool night air hits your skin when you step outside and you’re instantly covered in goosebumps. Sam notices and offers you his jacket and puts it around your shoulders. He turns to look at you, the light from the restaurant windows only bright enough to add a warm glow to your faces and silhouettes.
“Y/n, I….”he begins, “I’ve had a really nice time tonight and I’m really glad I met you. His face shows signs of strain trying to find the right words to say next.
“Are you going to use some line on me about how your work is too risky and you don’t want to put me in any danger?” You tease him and put your arms around his neck. “Sam, I’m really glad I met you too.”
He smiles at you and wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in for a kiss. His lips are so soft and tender. You start to slide one hand from his neck into his hair when a voice catches you off guard.
“Isn't this touching… So sorry to have to ruin the moment.”
You and Sam both look to the parking lot.
“Do you know them?” you ask Sam.
There were three men in black suits approaching. They almost looked like FBI agents too, until their eyes unexpectedly changed to completely black.
You gasp in surprise.
“Y/n go back inside!” Sam’s voice had changed tone and this was a command. He steps in front of you to shield you from the three visitors.
“Tsk tsk tsk,” the man who looked to be the leader shook his head. Eyes locked on Sam. “No big brother around Winchester? Who’s the pretty lady?”
You blinked and the next thing you knew there were two men in sight and the third had somehow teleported behind you and was holding what felt like a blade to your throat.
“I’ll make this simple for you, Winchester. Come with us and allow Lucifer to use your vessel, or… she dies.” Proposed the leader.
You could hear Sam and the leader arguing but your heart and mind were racing and preoccupied. Who were these men? How did they move so fast, like magic? What did they want from Sam? Some sort of vessel? Was in an ancient artifact or maybe a government secret weapon? You looked around for an escape route or something you could use to fight these guys. If Sam was an agent surely he had some moves and you had taken a self-defense class…once. You focused back on your date and the leader.
“Lucifer could be on his way here now and I don't think you will like his alternative offer. If you agree maybe we will let her live. Or maybe...” the leader walks over to you and uses one hand to grab your jaw. Turning your head slightly from side to side examining you. “…maybe we will test this vessel first, to see if its strong enough. She would make a pretty demon, wouldn't she?” The men all burst out laughing. Sam’s expression was one of horror.
“Sam what’s going on?” your voice is shaky.
Sam looks into your eyes. You try to understand why there is such pain reflected in his, and he answers, “I’ll do it.” The men stop laughing.
“Excellent, Lucifer will be pleased” the leader declares. The leader and his accomplice grab onto Sam.
“Now let her go. She has nothing to do with this.” Sam’s voice is firm. His eyes not wavering from yours.
The leader pulls a blade from his sleeve. “You know, I never liked you Winchesters, and I certainly won’t stand for you giving orders.” The blade traces along Sam’s cheek threatening to slice at the smallest flick of the wrist. “.
“Don’t hurt him!” you hear yourself say.
The leader snickers at your precious concern. “Don't worry miss, once your boyfriend gives his body over to the devil, any cut or bruise he receives will be healed just like that.” He snaps his fingers.
Your jaw drops and you look over to Sam who bows his head.
The leader laughs at the misfortune you are in and looks at both of the demons holding you and Sam. “What do you think boys? Lucifer wants this vessel… do you think he would be upset if it was damaged?” the demon raises his blade in the air and bring is down hard onto Sam.
“No, Stop!” you cry. You feel your body get hot. Suddenly, a surge of light emits from you and surrounds you radiating outwards. The light was so bright. You knew it was coming from you because your body experienced power. It was an energy like you have never felt before.
You see three clouds of black smoke erupt from the men in suits as their bodies fall to the ground. The light retracts back inside you and you are left standing alone in the parking lot with Sam, who was unhurt.
You both stand there in silence. You break it first. “Sam, what just happened to me? Were those men actual demons?”
Sam walked you over to a nearby bench to sit and he explained everything. It was a lot to take in. You weren’t sure you were believing what you were hearing. “I’m so sorry y/n, I should have told you who I really was and what I do. This is my fault. I just didn’t know how to explain to someone that demons are real. As are monsters and angels. All real. I would have sounded like a crazy person. I didn't want to drag you into this lifestyle… but what you did just now was amazing. I have never seen anyone do that before. You know, you would be really useful to my brother and I. You could help us.”
“I don’t know. I would have to think about it. This all happened too fast. I have no idea I could do whatever it was that I did! It felt.. so strange. The energy inside my body when I was doing it”, you pause, “I need to go home. Can I call you in the morning? I need to be alone right now to think.”
“Of course y/n. There is no pressure.” Assured Sam. You could tell he was unsure how to approach you. You were both lingering on the bench by the parking lot. Your eyes were wide and you were examining your hands and arms looking for some indication or a mark on your body from the energy outburst.
Sam put his hands on both of your shoulders comfortingly. “Don’t worry y/n. I’ll take you home. You need to rest. Can I come by with Dean tomorrow morning to check on you?”
You agreed and Sam drove you back to your place. He walked you to your door and brought you in close before he kissed you on your forehead goodnight. You held him for a moment. You felt safe and normal in that instant. You went inside and Sam waited until you had locked your door before heading to the impala and driving off.
It was dark and quiet inside. You assumed your roommates had already gone to bed. You went upstairs and began brushing your teeth while mindlessly getting ready for bed. Your brain was replaying the evening’s events. Your world seemed so much bigger now. Had there ever been a previous experience like this? You couldn't recall having such a feeling before.
You spit in the sink and splash water on your face. You look into the mirror and see a shape moving into view behind you.
“’Ello luv.” is the last thing you hear from the man with red eyes before your world goes black.