Chapter 19

I turn and go into the kitchen. "Do you need my help?" I ask. "Just set the table honey, I have everything else taken care of. I get the dishes and silverware and set the table for four.

"It's nice that you're back honey, I missed you so much." She tells me as she stirs the sauce. "What are my favorite foods?" I ask curious. "One of your most favorite foods is spaghetti with home made garlic bread and for dessert chocolate mousse."

I come up and lean against the counter. "Why don't you go watch some TV while I finish this?" I nod my head and leave the kitchen. I sit on the couch and grab the remote. I channel surf and my thoughts wonder. "I'm going to miss them so much. We did have some fun on the road and even if I don't get my memories back at least I have new ones now."

I turn off the TV and go back into the kitchen. "I think I'm going to change into something nicer." I tell her as I watch her cook. "Okay honey." I walk upstairs to my room with the connected bathroom. I look around and open and close my dresser drawers to remember where everything is.

I open the desk drawer and notice something. It's a diary and I open it. The hand writing looks like it's been done by a child. "June 5, 1982. I got this from Uncle Thomas; he thought it would be something I could tell when he wasn't here. First off I miss my parents very much. It's only been a week since died."

"I tried not to cry, but I couldn't help it. Everyone is worried because I won't talk. I talk, but only to Thomas. He gave me this journal and told me it will help a lot to put down what I'm feeling and get it out of me. I hope he is right."

I close it and put it back into the desk drawer. "No, I'll wait until I get settled back into my life." I tell myself.

I change into a nice pair black dress pants and a nice blouse. I carefully apply a little bit of makeup just to freshen up smooth and silky face. I put my glasses back on. I look through my jewelry box and find two rings on a black cord. I look at the rings and on both of them in the inside is engraved with the words "soul mates."

I carefully look at myself in the mirror. "It's a slight improvement." I think to myself. I grab a pair of black flat dress shoes and slip them on. I turn around and look at myself one more time. I walk downstairs to the living room and look at the clock above the mantle of the fireplace. "5:55pm" I whisper. The mantle has some pictures in frame of me and my parents. The one I like best is the one of me on my dad's lap with my mom sitting next to me holding my hand.

The door bell rings 5 minutes later right on 6:00 and I answer it. Sam and Dean come in. "Hey, we brought you something to drink with dinner." Dean hands me a bottle of wine. "You didn't have to." I tell him and he smiles. "It's a homecoming celebration." Sam replies.

I shut the door and they sit on the couch while I bring the bottle into the kitchen. "Lydia this is from Sam and Dean, can we drink it with dinner?" I ask. "Of course we can." She tells me as she gets the wine glasses from the glass cabinet. "Here is your duffel bag." Sam hands it to me and I quickly run upstairs and put it by my bed. I open it up and pull out the camera from the camera case.

Dinner is ready and we sit down. Dinner goes well. Lydia did ask them what they did for a living and they said that they travel so much that they have picked up numerous skills. "Sounds like you've been everywhere." "We have, but right now we're on the road, because we are meeting up with our father in Florida." Dean lies.

"Yes, their father is helping a friend and asked if they would give him a hand, so they were headed there, but instead they got detoured when they found me." I added. "It was nice of you two to bring Morgan home." My aunt told them as she sipped her wine. "It was a long trip." I took a sip of my wine as I looked across the table at Dean.

"I see you found the necklace with your parent's wedding bands on it." My aunt pointed to the necklace. "I found it in my jewelry box." I told her as I took a bite of my garlic bread. "They left them to you in their will." She told me as she took another sip of her wine.

"Inside engraved is, "Soul mates." I replied. "They were soul mates and they left those rings for you so that if you ever found yours, you would have your father's ring for him and you would wear your mother's ring." My aunt sniffed.

"But what if I never fell in love or got married?" I asked. My aunt sniffed again and told me. "You will still have those to remember their love honey." My aunt sniffed again and took a napkin and dabbed her eyes. "I'm sorry honey, it's just that I loved them so much and when they died." "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to make you cry." I told her as I got up and hugged her.

I drank the rest of my wine with my meal. "Dinner was great Aunt Lydia." I told her as I started to clear the table, but she got up and grabbed the plates. "I'll do that honey, why don't you go into the living room with your guests." I filled my glass with some wine and went into the living room.

Dean took the bottle off the table brought it into the living room and set it on the coffee table. Sam set his glass down and poured wine in their glasses. "Dinner was fantastic and the dessert was awesome." Dean told us as he drank his wine.

"It was good; I do have to say I can see why I like spaghetti and homemade garlic bread." I told them as I sipped my wine. "Don't forget the chocolate mousse." Sam piped in. "Yeah, who could forget that." Dean replied. "Would you two mind if I take a few pictures before you leave?" I ask as I get up and grab the camera and come back.

"Of course not." Dean replies. I waited for my aunt to come in."Aunt Lydia would you take some pictures of us?" I asked as I turned the camera on. "Sure." I gave her the camera. By the time we were done we had taken about 6 or 7 pictures.

I looked at the clock and notice it was already 8:00 pm when I walked them out the door and to the Impala. Sam gave me a kiss on the cheek and picked me up and hugged me tightly. Dean did the same thing, but he took longer to set me down and I watched as they got in the car and drove away.

I went back in and went upstairs and changed and got ready for bed. I sat on the bed and looked at the photo album trying to remember anything. I kept going through it over and over. By the time I gave up it was 9:30 and I yawned. I dug through the duffel bag and pulled out the knife that Dean gave me and shoved it under my pillow.

"Godspeed Sam and Dean Winchester." I whispered to myself softly and l closed my eyes and drifted to sleep.