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What is worth remembering about the life you have led so far?Rated: Fiction T - English - Chapters: 4 - Words: 5,168 - Reviews: 12 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 7 - Updated: 04-27-06 - Published: 04-24-06 - id: 2910234
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Remembering – Chapter One
Disclaimer: Nothing 'Supernatural' belongs to me. I've just borrowed and not for profit.
Rating: Tame - so far no death or violence or swearing or sex (doesn't sound too hopeful does it? How can it be about the Winchesters?)
Summary: What is worth remembering about the life you have led so far?
Author's Note: I hope those who take the time to read this like it. This is the first chapter of four and I am amending this note as I have just finished. The other chapters will involve more 'personal' interaction with the boys so will, I think, feel different to this chapter. This is my first longer story - have only been posting a few weeks and have stuck to fairly short one-shots until now. Given that I would love for you to let me know how I've got on. Thank you to those who have already reviewed.
I would be grateful for reviews and constructive comments – after all, I aim to please and I don't know if I'm doing that without, do I?
Two men travel the country. Home is the car they live from. An Impala – classy, good sound to the engine, decent trunk space and the best ride you can get when you've got Led Zeppelin playing loud.
Home sometimes too literally. Their most important worldly possessions fit in the car and when times are really tough, they live, eat and sleep in that car.
Both men have at times lost everything but each other to fire so they know what's important and how flammable possessions are. 'Don't get attached to it,' is what the elder says. The younger nods in agreement. The elder turns away hiding the look in his eye that says, 'I'm lying, sometimes you need something to remind you why.'
'Why what?' a stranger might ask and if the elder were to answer, which in truth, he probably wouldn't, he's not a chick flick kind of guy, he would say 'Why live. Why keep going. Why we do this. Why even this life is better than none.'
So what do these two men keep in that trunk space in the Impala, I hear that stranger ask. What is important to men like these? Well, between you and I, there's a secret compartment (just in case the law should need to look in the trunk, you understand). These aren't bad men you know, but for such good men, they do own an awful lot of weaponry; shotguns, pistols, rifles, bows, even swords, knives and stakes. It's hard to explain them away when talking to lawmen and trying to convince they mean no harm. Nonetheless, they are prepared. 'For what?' might be asked, 'Armageddon?'
Of a sort. Both men would agree they are prepared to fight evil. That is after all why they travel the country and live from the Impala.
'Why would they choose that life?' the stranger might wonder. Choose, no. Men like these are chosen: they don't choose this life. The younger one can attest to this – after all he chose 'normal'. He chose college, girlfriend, a law degree but this life pursued him, it hunted him down and found him where he hid in 'normal'. The elder knew already, he didn't fight the inevitable. Instead he threw himself into it, convinced himself he had made it his own.
So weapons in the trunk then, that can't be all. No, not all. A duffle bag each of clothes and a first aid kit, charms, a few books and three journals. Books – readers then… not exactly, I explain… Research materials: a bible, folklore, exorcisms, that sort of thing. The journals? One for each of the men and one from their father. Interesting stuff in them? I wouldn't know about our two men, they're tight-lipped and secretive about their own journals but their father's is their guiding source, a fountain of knowledge for dealing with all things evil.
So nothing spectacular in there then. Nothing that really tells us much about the lives of our two men. There is, however, tucked away hidden by toolkits, first aid kits, charms and bags, a box belonging to the elder of the two men. He doesn't often get it out and never in front of his brother. Who knows if his brother even knows it exists, but the elder knows that when the time comes, his brother will find it and will open it to see what is inside. He only hopes it will help when the time comes.
So what's inside the box? Two birth certificates, genuine, one for each man (proof of who they really are), some photos; the men as babies with family, some of their parents and grandparents; one school report for the elder and several for the younger, some folded paintings the younger had brought home from school when he was small, a couple of birthday cards each had made for the other; years when there had been no real presents but they had still marked the days even though their father missed it. The last thing in the box is an envelope marked 'To Whom It May Concern – Open Only in the Event of The Death of the Owner'.
'This tells us who they are?' says the stranger. It tells us what the elder thinks is important for the younger to remember about who they are when the time comes. The key to it lies in the envelope but the contents will only be known to anyone other than the elder when the time comes.