Chapter 15 - Memories

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After the boys left to do whatever it was they were going to do, Maggie and I spent a few uneasy hours just trying to keep from going crazy with worry. Neither one of us could concentrate on anything. They had said they might be gone for a couple days. I didn't know how we could bear not knowing what was going on.

They had asked us not to call them, but they left a number for Cass, and said to call him if they weren't back in three days. Knowing something majorly bad is going down and not knowing how it's going is excruciatingly painful. Several times I just cried quietly into my pillow, and I knew Maggie had been doing the same.

We went to the motel's coffee shop to get a bite and to just get out of the confines of the room. It was after midnight. All of a sudden Maggie looked at me in horror. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed. At the same time I had a very clear memory of the episode we had watched when we went home. The boys had gone to a cemetery and dug up a corpse. The first blade was inside it. Inside the corpse I mean.

I stared at Maggie dumbfounded. "Did you just remember the boys getting the first blade?" I asked stupefied.

"Yes," she said. Her eyes were wide with fear.

"Why didn't we remember this before?" I asked her, even though I knew she didn’t have any better understanding of what just happened than I did.

"I don't know," she said. "But I knew there had to be more to that episode. And I think there's still more coming. Why can't we remember it?"

Realization dawned on me, and I opened my mouth like people do when something bad hits them. "I think I may know why," I said. "I think maybe we can't remember anything we know from our world that hasn't happened on this one yet."

Maggie thought about that for a few minutes. "That makes sense," She said. But it means we can't get advance information for them that can help them. I was hoping we could. Didn't we even talk about that back home?"

"Exactly, and yes we did. Whoever did this to us probably placed that little tidbit of magic on it." I was thinking furiously now. "But that would also mean they've got the first blade now." We stared at each other for a few minutes. "God, I can't even imagine how terrifying it must be for Dean to run into hell hounds!"

Maggie's eyes widened at that thought. "More is going to happen, Katie, I would bet on it. More is going to happen, and we are probably going to know whatever it is once it's finished. And if they've got the first blade, then ten to one they are going after Abaddon."

"Let's get back to the room," I said. "If something bad happens, I'd rather be in private when the memory hits us."

Back at the room we just sat silently on our beds facing each other. After about a half hour Maggie looked up and yelled "Cleveland! They are driving to Cleveland!"

"Maybe not," I said hopefully. Crowley gave them the abort code. He wants them to abort."

"Well I don't know about you, Katie, but I got the distinct impression Dean wasn't going to mention that little fact to Sam. I think he's going anyway. And It's a trap!"

I knew Maggie was right. That's exactly what Dean would do. You have no idea how hard it is waiting to remember memories of something you know you have but that hasn't happened yet, and you have no idea when it's going to. But we decided that it looked like they would be driving all night at least. Maybe they would even have to stop and catch some sleep. We thought it might be best to try to do the same.

Our sleep was fitful at best. I must have looked at the clock at least every twenty minutes. We had both cried so much there wasn't much cry left in us. We finally just lay on our beds staring at nothing for hours.

When the memory finally came, just after three in the afternoon, we knew in an instant what had happened.  We got the whole thing at once. Just like we thought, Dean decided to walk right into the trap. And just like Dean always does, he didn't tell Sam what was going on. Now they were on the way home, and rather than being in the great mood you'd think they would be in after finally killing a major foe, they were not. Instead, they were tense and upset.

"You know what might happen now," I said to Maggie. "It's going to be like the guys always were after a gang fight. They are going to come back all full of pent up emotion, most of it bad. And you know what they always wanted afterwards!"

"Do you think they would do that? Use us like that?"

"Maggie, I don't think either one of them is thinking at all clearly at the moment. I think they are both just a jumble of emotions that they can't handle. So yes, I think that well might happen. Not exactly the way I've dreamed it would, but if they need us Maggie, I'm game. I even think maybe we ought to make it easy for them. Because if they don't diffuse these emotions, it's not going to be very pleasant around here for a while."

"Well Lord knows we know how to do that." She said soulfully.

At about half past nine we heard the car. We watched the door till it opened and they came in. The tension was immediately apparent. "Everything okay?" I asked, because someone had to say something.

"Fine," said Dean.

"No," said Sam.

"We know you killed Abaddon," I said. "There was more to the episode we watched, but apparently we can't remember it until it happens here."

Dean stared at me for a second and then turned away. "Good," he said coldly. "Then we don't have to explain anything."

Sam was looking daggers at Dean. Dean was pointedly ignoring Sam. Finally Sam spoke. "Katie, can I crash in your chair tonight. I don't want to be around him right now."

"Yeah, sure," I said. I moved over to him and put my hand on his arm, gently leading him to my room. As I went I looked at Maggie and nodded to Dean. She nodded back that she had it covered, and we each had our boy to care for. As I closed the connecting door between us, I sent up a silent prayer that we would both be able to care for them right. These two were more than we had ever had to handle before.

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