Aeternum vale - chapter one
Sam Winchester x reader
Dean watched his brother gloom over an old book, his headphones in. It was late afternoon and their motel room felt way too restrictive for his liking.
"What would you say If I told you I have had found us a case?"
"I would put down my headphones and listen."
"Great, so listen." Dean walked to Sam and sat down on a bed across from where Sam was sitting. "In Montana, a body was found with split throat just left to be at the side of a road."
"Dean, that does not sound like anything hunter related," said Sam with a disappointed frown. He was about to put his headphones back on, getting back to his book would make him truly happy right now.
"Let me finish first, ok?"
"Ok, sorry. I am all ears."
"At first they had thought that it was just some unlucky guy, but when they searched the forest, they had found multiple bodies in a mass grave. Some of them old enough for the trees to grow from them." Dean tilted his head, raised his eyebrow "Interesting, right." written all over his face.
"Serial killer? But how old would he be now?" Dean was pleased with the spark he saw in his little brother's eyes.
"Almost 200 years. And I don't know about you but, that does not scream human psycho to me." "I am thinking - a witch."
"How did I miss this news?"
"There was a lot on your plate, Sammy. Let us get that bitch, let us get a win."
"To Montana then," said Sam, getting quickly up from his bed, grabbing his bag. "What are you waiting for?" He yelled at Dean in the door.
***
A tune carried itself throw the bar and you found yourself strangely engaged in its lyrics.
"I have never known peace
Like the damp grass that yields to me
I have never known hunger
Like these insects that feast on me
A thousand teeth
And yours among them, I know..."
Zooming out while working would be in any classical scenario a problem but not here, not in Zemlia. Why open a bar when the number of permanent residents is 23? With no one but you to entertain yourself with, You let the song flow and dig deeper into my subconscious while my hand's polish already shiny glasses.
To get a job here was a piece of unbelievable luck. In a small town like this was one to find a job at all a hard task. You were so grateful to your aunt Lucie for talking to Tomas and convincing him to give you a shot.
Were satisfied with your adult ass with a degree working your ass of serving drinks at a rusty old bar? "No." Were you appreciative of the fact that you were alive? Yes, that would be a reasonable answer. But was it true?
"... We lay here for years or hours
Thrown here or found
To freeze or to thaw
So long we become the flowers
Two corpses we were
Two corpses I saw..."
"I should download this song. It is almost too perfect. For keeping me distracted from the emptiness of the room and also something else. Two more hours before the first quest shows, Harry is never late. In those last two weeks, he was never late." how lucky you felt that there was no one to hear you talk to yourself? Very lucky. Just two more hours to go before you can speak with someone other than yourself in this almost ghost-town.
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"So, the nearest town is Zemlia. That town is dying out, no new residents for almost 30 years, nothing special about that place. It was founded back in 1865 by European immigrants and since then nothing happened there." Sam read from his tablet as the forest they were driving throw thickened. He went throw the photos on the police server and wondered what or who was behind this. "Well, we have to start somewhere."
Some of the bodies were almost absorbed by the roots, becoming one with the tries. But Sam felt that something was off about the whole concept. He just had to wait for them to get to the place to found out.
Chaper two
