All I could remember was the blinding light, the drowning static noise, then - darkness. It felt cold, and lonely, but it wasn't a new feeling. I for sure thought I was dead, and there was no coming back from this. After three centuries of living, going out in a blinding white light - isn't the way I thought I would go.

My eyes began to flutter open, the first thing I saw was the fluorescent lighting of a hotel room light. The bed I was on was comfy, but not of my own. I would know my silk sheets anywhere. I slowly rose up, to stare at a hotel room that was bleak in design and not really fancy. But my head began to spin once again, and I quickly laid back down. Trying to recall what happened was a blur, and impossible to do so. I was just lucky I was still alive, but having no clue how I sprung from the convent was a mystery. As I stared up at the ceiling, the room was slowing the spinning, like I was coming down from a high. I twisted to my side, and rose myself up slowly, making sure this dizziness would fade. Once I was up straight, and staring out into the room, everything became normal.

"What happened," I mumbled to myself, trying to cast my mind back to after the blinding light, but it was a blank. I forced myself to stand on my feet, still feeling a bit unbalanced, so I had to hang onto the side table next to the bed. I haven't felt like this for like forever. It felt like I was mortal. Then it dawned on me, my face screwing up in slight fear. I cock my head to a full length mirror in the room, and focus really hard on it. Just then, from the center of the mirror cracks were formed instantly. Spider-webs went all over the mirror.

"Not what I had in mind, but it will do," I wasn't going for a cracked mirror, but at least I knew my powers were still with me. I stumbled forward, heading to the bathroom which was close by, and the door already opened. I grabbed the sink, and looked at myself in the mirror, my reflection staring back at me.

This was it. The end was coming, Lucifer was freed from his cage, and what he has instored for us all will be evil. End of the world we live in. Frankly, I wasn't looking forward to the end of the world, I still had shit to do. One of the Winchesters' at least. Both were hunky as hell, and would perform the job well.

"Martha," Sam's husky voice pierced the air from behind, making me spin on my heels to see him there. Appeared out of nowhere. Thinking of a Winchester makes them appear out of thin air. Who knows. "What am I doing here?" He states all confused, looking like a lost puppy - which was adorable. He was wearing an all white-tux, which was strange.

"I-I don't know," I was clearly stumped, and it was clear on my face. I know I didn't bring him here, and I don't think he had the power of teleportation in his arsenal. My eyes wandered his large frame for a second, he seemed different. The once pullion of darkness that was within him simply vanished; as it never existed. "You seem different. Apart from the suit," I said the truth, stepping from the bathroom back into the room, finding him shuffling in his place.

"What do you mean?" He replied, his eyes connecting to mine. However, it was more than the lack of demonic presence in him. I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

"Just... Different," I came inches from standing in front of him, even up close something didn't feel right. My head rose back down trailing his figure, before going back to the start. Meeting his eyes, his eyes were soft and lured me in. Out of nowhere, Sam forces his head down, as he was much taller than me, but his lips crashed on mine. I was of course stunned, but that lasted a split-second. The kiss was heated, and forced but it felt good to feel his lips on mine. It set off the pleasure centers of my brain, and I couldn't help but roam my hands to the back of his head. but I also knew something else...

With my left hand on his neck, and the other roaming through his hair. I quickly gripped his hair, and yanked it back, his lips disconnected from mine instantly, as I also kicked the back of his leg, making him go on bended knee.

"You are not Sam," I spat through clenched teeth, eyeing up this unknown person in front of me. "Who are you!" I tightened the grip on his hair, as I forced his head back a bit more. All he did was laugh at my attempt to frighten him into submission and spill his guts.

"Not yet," was all he replied with. In a blink of an eye, he vanished from my grasp, leaving me in the position for a mere moment. My head cocked around the room, trying to find where he vanished too.

"Martha," a new manly voice came into the room making me spin back around to see Dean leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom.

"Dean?!" This was getting stranger and stranger. But again he was wearing a similar white suit to Sam. His aura is also different, but similar in a way to Sam's. I have no idea what was going on. His eyes locked onto mine, and they held a different type of gaze from Sam's. They held admiration, and I hate to think it but, love. Dean strolls forward, and embraces me into a hug, squeezing me tightly for a moment. I was kind of frozen to it all, and then he leads back and plants a tender, sweet kiss upon my lips. It held that passion, that fire of love. A feeling that I shared only once in my life, and that was centuries ago, before I came to what I am today.

The kiss lasted mere moments, but it felt like a lifetime had passed when his lips disconnected from mine. Just like Sam, his lips were soft, and tasted so good. Before I could speak, he vanished from my sight, just in a blink of an eye. I was certain this wasn't real, that all of this was simply a dream. With the thought in mind, the flooring under my feet vanished.

"Choose," an echo of a distorted voice rang freely through the dark abyss that I was falling through. It echoed, bouncing off the darkness as if multiple people were saying it...

I jolted awake, the feeling of wind blew across my face. My eyes adjusted to the sight around me. It was total destruction, brick and wood scattered around me. But I was untouched by the soot or the fallen debris. I no longer felt dizzy or weak, I was back at full strength. I scrambled to my feet, and cast my eyes out to the openness of the world. I knew where I was. I was still in the convent or what was left of it. Lucifer breaking free must have destroyed the convent, but why wasn't I killed? I should have disintegrated, but I survived. Why? And the dream about Dean and Sam. What did it mean? All good questions, that will be answered another day. Right now I need to go. Dean and Sam, vanished into thin air while Lucifer was breaking free, I hope they were still alive so I can kick their arses for leaving me behind.

I flourished my hand up, and black smoke crawled from the ground up, engulfing me in one big swoop. Sending me on my way. In need of a shower, and some self-love. As, the apocalypse was upon us...

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