Written for the Supernatural Quote Prompt Commentfic Meme at LJ. Sam: "Now, the newspaper said his daughter found him. She said his eyes were bleeding." Coroner: "More than that. They practically liquefied." Bloody Mary.
Second Sight
The first thing Pamela is conscious of when she wakes, groggy from sedatives, is the pain. It's not physical pain from her ruined eyes, layered over with heavy bandages; the morphine is taking care of that. It's inside her, of her, but also completely foreign from anything she's ever felt before. Her very soul hurts.
It's not the hurt of the white-hot spears of otherworldly essence burning her eyeballs out of their sockets. It's…as if a part of her is gone, as if something that has been an inherent part of her all her life is now missing.
Could it be…?
In a panic, Pam reaches out with her mind, searching for the presence of someone, anyone.
There, a stray thought about the young man with the chest infection in room 506, an offhand remark about the elderly man visiting his ailing wife in the corner room, another person pondering the extraordinary injuries of the woman in room 535 (she had both eyes burned out, imagine!). That last one is herself, Pam realizes, and she is in a hospital.
She obviously still has her Sight (but not her sight, sadly, and she's surprised to find she's not as heartbroken over that fact as she thinks she should be), so what is that thing that she's missing? Well, her eyeballs, obviously, but it's not that. It feels like for one moment, she'd seen or experienced something so good, that now that it's gone, her soul can't help but miss it, and miss it deeply, in its very thread of being.
She remembers calling the creature to her, so she could see its face. And she had seen it. It was…That split second she'd seen it, she'd been awed by its beauty, its strength, its…She had never seen anything like it before, and she never would. She remembers knowing in that moment, that she would never see anything like that again with her physical eyes, and feeling the ache begin in her soul when her concentration wavered and the creature fled. She'd been in the presence of something too powerful for her soul to bear, that left a mark on her soul when she'd seen its true face.
What in the world could do that?
Pam suddenly becomes aware of the presence of someone familiar nearby. She grins.
"Bobby Singer. Are you planning on standing there 'til they let me out? Sit down and tell me what did this to me."
She smiles wider when she hears the man give a surprised huff before shuffling in. Oh yeah, she's still got it.