Blink " I can't escape the whispers in my head"
I sat in the back seat of the black 2003 ford explorer, my head resting against the headrest I stared up at the roof. Trying to drowned out the sound of whatever pop band that was blaring through the front speakers. I wanted nothing more than to get this drive over with, We'd been on the road for six hour's. I don't think I could take much longer of the pop music and screeching voice of Cindy my case worker. I was starting to regret my good behavior, I so wanted those for padded white walls and silence right now.
"You're so quiet back there Delaney" Cindy said glancing back in the rear view mirror
"One of us have to be" I mumbled sourly
"I don't think you're uncle will like that attitude young lady" she said sternly
" I know my uncle won't like you" I retorted
"That was rude" She scoffed
"Locking me up half my life was rude to" I snapped back
"It was for you're own safety as well as the safety as other's. You're much too old to believe in things that go bump in the night" She stated.
"Well when one of those thing's comes and get you I aint saving your sorry ass." I snapped back
Cindy mumbled something like "letting you out was a horrible decision". I didn't really pay attention to her, she thought I was crazy they all did but they'd see I was right one day and I wouldn't be there to help them. The next hour was spent lightly baning my head against the passanger seat wanting the torture to end.
The car rolled to a stop I perked my head up looking out the window. We had finally arrived nothing much had changed in the past 6 year's, My uncle had the same truck and the auto yard was as cluttered as ever. I flipped the lock up on the car door pulling the door open I stumbled out the door. Walking away from the car I fell to my knees laying down in graveling sighing.
"Finally no more ear wrenching horror" I groaned laying there.
"What's going on out there, who the hell are you?" I heard My uncle Bobby's voice holler
"Mr. Singer?" Cindy asked followed by the sound of the car door closing
"Who's asking?" Uncle Bobby asked suspiciously
"Cindy Mayfair, I'm your niece's case worker. She's been released into your custody" Cindy said in a professional tone
"Well where the hell is she?" he snapped back at her
"I believe laying on the groaned" Cindy said in an unsure voice
"Laney what the hell are you doing?" My uncle voice called out
I looked up to see him in his old blue jeans a flannel shirt with his grunged out trucker hat on his head. I pushed myself up onto my knees sitting there for a while longer.
"Letting my ear's heal I've had to listen to Lady gaga and taylor swift the entire bloody ride here" I complained
"Get your shit and get inside" He told me turning back to Cindy
I got to my feet going back to the car I pulled my bag out draping it over my shoulder I headed past my uncle up on to the porch. I opened the screen door heading inside, as the door closed behind me I heard my uncle speak
"Now get off my damn property" he snapped at Cindy
I smirked chuckling, I walked over to the chair and fell back on it. Looking around the house It hadn't changed much it had a couple new layer's of dust and dirt and there was more books laying around but it still had the homey smell of whiskey and rock salt.
My uncle came in mumbling something about,a stick shoved up her ass. I smirked shaking my head at him relaxing back in the chair it felt good to be home. I had spent more time with my uncle then I had my own parent's growing up. My parent's were hunter's always on the go always tracking another creature.
Uncle Bobby had practically raised me, he taught me everything I needed to know to protect me.
I could read write and recite ancient languages, I was prepared for anything as a child or so I thought…
A hunt went terribly wrong for my parent, the authority's said it was an animal attack. I knew different, so did my uncle, they were killed by what they were hunting.
Even though my family had prepared me for many of monster's there was one they didn't prepare me for. People, they were a breed of monster all on there own. When my parent's had died they tested me, I told them the truth. For it they locked me away I spent six year's looking at the same four wall's, eating the same gunk of food.
Anytime I mentioned demons, vampires thing's that go bump in the night or the whisper's in my head. I was threatened with electro shock . After the first four time's of excruciating pain, I really didn't want any more so I did what they said. I didn't argue I didn't fight I took the pill's and kept my mouth shut unless spoken to and when I was I lied.
"You're room's still upstairs, bit cluttered just shove it all into the hall I'll deal with it eventually" Uncle Bobby told me resting in his chair
"Alright be down when I'm done" I told him standing up
Uncle Bobby gave a nod picking up a paper in one hand a glass of whiskey in the other. I picked my bag up making my way up the cluttered stairs trying not to knock over any piles of books. I made my way to my old room opening the door there was stale smell mixed with dust and a hint of mildew. I coughed gagging slightly fanning the air in front of my nose with my hand.
I went straight for the window I think line of salt was spread across the windowsill. Unlocking the window I carefully pulled up opening it and making sure I didn't disturb the salt line. I started packing all the book's up from around the room leaving them in piles in the hallway. I pulled the sheet's, covers and pillows off the bed wrapping them up into one big ball I carried them downstairs.
"What are you doing?" Bobby asked barely looking up from his paper
"Airing this crap out it stink's" I said scrunching my nose
"Alright just don't forget em" He spoke in a flat tone before taking a sip of whiskey.
Holding the pile with one hand I opened the screen door holding it with my foot while I maneuvered my way out into the salvage yard. I used the partially crushed, beaten smashed car's to drape the cover's and sheet's up so the would air out. I pulled the pillow cases off hanging them up with the other items, I wedged the pillow in broken window's hoping it help air them out.
Making sure everything stayed put where I put it, I headed inside Bobby had moved onto a different paper now. Most likely looking for any signs of activity. I headed back upstairs to my room, It was more depressing than my old four white walls. I tossed my bag up on the bed a dust cloud formed from the impact. Leaving my room I headed down the hall to the hall closet I could only hope my uncle hadn't moved the broom or duster.
I let out a sigh of relief seeing the old broom and duster, I picked them both up. Turning I used my foot to close the closet door before heading back to my room. I leaning the broom up against the wall I started to dust I couldn't help but cough from the amount of dust that was stirred up from the duster I banged it out the window numerous time's as I dusted. Finishing the dusting I started on the sweeping piling the dust dirt and dead flies into a pile I pushed them into the dust pan and dumped the out the window.
The room was starting to get better but the smell still lingered in the air. I left the room heading back downstairs Bobby had relocated into the kitchen and was now on one of the numerous landline phone's he had hanging on the wall. Quietly I searched through the cupboards and pantry looking for anything that could dilute the smell.
Finding a Lemon, Rosewater, and baking soda I mixed them together in a spray bottle. as I did my uncle watched me closely a confused look on his face.I just stuck my tongue out at him and headed up stairs bottle in hand, I walked around the room spraying the mixture in ever corner on the bed and everywhere else I could think might be harbouring the stench.
The room was finally starting to smell better the stench of mildew and dust had dissipated. Unzipping my bag I unpacked my few articles of clothing and my two pictures. One of my parent's, the other one with my parents, myself and Uncle Bobby. Setting the pictures up I picked up one of the books that had gotten left behind and started reading it.
I hadn't realized how late it had gotten tll I took a break to stretch my neck and I saw that the sun was setting from my window. getting out of bed I stretched before heading down stairs, uncle Bobby had his head in a book. I headed outside gathering my bedding I headed upstairs to my room. I started putting the bed back together. Sitting on my bed I stared at the wall they were bare I felt vulnerable.
Standing up I headed down stairs, walking through the living room I noticed Sam and Dean sitting on the couch. Dean was trying to shove an entire piece of pie into his mouth while Sam seemed to be doing some research. walking into the kitchen I started digging around in the pantry remembering seeing a box of chalk. Finding the box I took out a couple pieces and headed out of the kitchen.
"Hi Rocky, Hi Bullwinkle" I teased heading up the stairs
"Laney?" I heard Sam and Dean say in unison confused.
I didn't say anything I just finished the rest of the stairs and headed to my room. I knew Sam and Dean rather well, actually they were the closest thing to friends I had ever had. My parent's were close with his father, I could remember countless times where they had gone off on a hunt and I was left with Sam and Dean.
Even when I had gotten locked up, they stopped by when they were around and Sam would send a letter every so often when things were "slow" to tell me what had been going on. Cindy hated when they came to see me she thought Dean was a pervert and Sam encouraged my "delusions".
Walking into my room I closed the door chalk in hand I start drawing protection symbols on everywhere. I covered every wall, the door the window and even the ceiling. I hid two devils trap one under my bed and one on the roof with white chalk. Finishing the last line on a symbol I sighed. I walked over to my bed and fell back resting my arm over my eyes, I felt the mood change in the room suddenly.
"You forgot the angel seal darling" I heard the unwanted but familiar voice of balthazar
I swear the man had been stalking me most of my life. Even in my padded white room he'd show up out of no where unannounced for no real reason at all. I sat up he stood there in all his cocky glory with a smirk on his face.
"Get bent" I said flatly
"well is that anyway to talk to an old friend?" He quizzed, I stood up
"Annoyance, Pain in the rear, unwanted little angel on my shoulder, Cocky bitch maybe old friend not so much" I said coldly walking past him out the room
"Well that hurts" Balthazar scoffed from behind me I rolled my eyes
"To bad" I retorted back
I made my way down the stairs rolling my eye's, he couldn't leave me alone. It wasn't like he ever came around for anything important I swear he did it just to annoy me. There had been many times he'd appear when I was in the "social" room with the other patient's and he'd appear so only I could see him and I'd look crazy arguing with him. I sat down on the arm of the couch next to Dean who had moved onto beer and burger.
"You I thought we had gotten close" Balthazar replied appearing in front of me
"Fuck off already will you!?" I snapped at him annoyed
I caught Sam looking at me with a puzzling look from the corner of my eye. Balthazar was only appearing to me again and making me look crazy in front of them.
"I'm not crazy I'm yelling a dickhead" I told him
"We can see that.. question is how do you know him" Sam asked
I blinked a couple times I was taken back by the fact Sam could see him, as I looked at Bobby and Dean they seemed to be looking at Balthazar as well.
"I'm an old friend"Balthazar told them
"He's a pain in the freaking ass" I corrected him
" I resent that" Balthazar retorted
"I resent not stabbing you in the eye with a fork when I had the chance" I snapped back
" The hand hurt enough thank you very much" Balthazar said remembering my attacked
Dean nudged my shoulder I turned to look at him he gave a proud smirk. lifting his fist up I lightly bumped my first against his.
"Well I must be going" Balthazar said before evaporating into thin air.
"I wonder if all angels are annoying" I said more to myself
"Yup" Dean said taking a drink of his beer I couldn't help but laugh
I spent the rest of the night, helping the boy's do some research for a hunt.