Chapter 2
Buried Not Burned
"We need to salt and burn his bones." Bobby said, as he stood back and watched Sam and Danielle dig a grave for their brother's body.
"No." Elle said.
"Elle…" Bobby started to say.
"I'm going to bring him back and he'll need a body." Sam said, as he glanced back to the wooden box containing Dean's body.
"How the hell are you gonna do that? Make a deal?" Bobby asked.
Sam didn't respond.
"One way or another, Dean is coming back. He's not going to rot in hell." Danielle breathed out.
~(1 month later)~
Danielle opened the door to the hotel and walked in her room. Dropping the bag with her fast food lunch down on the table, she sighed heavily.
Sam had taken the Impala and left her at a hotel in Michigan a week ago, now for the first time in her life she was on her own; it was a strange and alien feeling to her.
Even after Sam had taken off and headed to college, she was either with her dad or Dean.
The past week she had been at the crossroads every single night trying to get a crossroad demon to make a deal; her soul for her brothers. But no demon would make a deal with her.
She had also been picking up a few cases, trying to keep her mind off of the fact that her older brother was still trapped in hell.
Later that night she walked into an all-night diner and sat down at booth in the corner.
After ordering her food, she looked at the time on her cellphone.
Hearing voices off in the distance, she looked around the diner. There were only 2 other customers and they hadn't been talking.
Her eyes widened when she continued to hear the voices, they sounded slightly grainy and muffled like the voices were coming through an old crackly speaker.
Startled she looked over her shoulders and around the diner again.
"Everything okay, honey?" The older waitress asked as she sat her food down in front of her.
"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you." Elle said, her green eyes wide as she looked up at her.
"You sure?" the waitress questioned.
"Uhh, acutally I'm feeling sick… I need to go." She said as she stood up and opened her purse.
The first thing she grabbed from her wallet was a $50 bill.
"Here you go." She said pushing the money into the waitresses hand.
"I'll get your change." She said, as she started to turn around.
"No, it's okay." Elle said.
"You've got a little under $40 of change coming back…" she said confused.
"Keep it, it's your tip." Elle said as she pulled her jacket on and ran from the diner.
Getting in the car she had borrowed from Bobby's lot after Sam took the impala she drove back to her hotel.
Walking back into her hotel room she sat down at the table. Her breathing was labored as she ran her hands through her long brunette hair.
"No, no, no." She said, tears burning her eyes as she continued to hear the voices.
Franticly she got up and searched the entire hotel room, even looking under the bed trying to find the source of the talking.
The next morning she woke up and sat up on the side of the bed.
She smiled to herself at the silence of the room.
Heading into the bathroom she got in the shower. As the hot water cascaded over her body, she tried to convince herself that she had imagined the voices the day before.
She tried to reason that someone in a room next to her had their TV up really loud.
Shutting the water off she pushed back the curtain and wrapped one towel around her body, and the other around her hair.
She gasped when the voices started up again.
"No, not again… no." She breathed out tears stinging her eyes.
~(A week later)~
"Elle, it's good to see you." Bobby said as he opened his door.
"You don't look so good…" He said as she pushed past him into the house and dropped her bag of clothes next to the couch.
"Something's wrong…" She said as she rubbed her hands through her messy hair.
"I'd say. You wanna tell me what it is?" Bobby asked, leaning against his desk and looking at her.
"I've been hearing things for over a week…" Elle admitted to him as she stared down to the floor.
"What kind of things?" Bobby asked.
"Voices." She breathed out, her voice was hoarse.
"No." Bobby said shaking his head back and forth.
"I thought they'd stopped years ago… this was supposed to be over." She said a few tears falling down her cheeks.
"Maybe it's just stress from you losing Dean." Bobby offered.
"I haven't heard them since I was 8 years old. I'm going crazy." She cried.
Bobby looked around his living room, not sure what to say to her.
"Have you gotten in contact with anyone?" He finally asked.
She scoffed.
"What? Like a shrink? No way they will lock my ass up in a padded cell like they did when I was a kid." She snapped as she looked up at him.
"Maybe there's something they can give you…" Bobby continued to try and think of something to help her.
"Like what? Tranquilizers so I can knock myself out when they start up? I can't live like that." she yelled digging her fingers into her scalp and wincing as she wasn't able to shut the voices out.
"What are you going to do?" Bobby finally asked her.
"I don't know! It's worse than it was before, I can't shut them out anymore." She said, digging her nails into her scalp harder.
"What are they saying?" Bobby asked, watching her closely.
"Some of it I can't understand, it's like whispers that are too quite. But I don't like what I'm able to make out." She said.
Bobby was quiet and patient as he waited on her to continue.
"I've heard Dean's name, and something about a seal that can't be broken. There's some kind of mission… they're laying siege to break the barrier into hell." She said, biting down on the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood.
"Who?" Bobby asked.
"Damn it, Bobby. I don't know…" she said.
~(Almost 3 months later)~
"Where are you going?" Bobby asked her.
"I have to go check on something." She said, avoiding a straight answer.
"Check on what?" He asked.
"Just some things…" She said as she grabbed her purse and took her car keys out.
"Elle, I don't think this is a good idea. You've been here for going on 3 months…" Bobby said.
"I'll be fine." She said.
"I'll come with you." He said.
"No." Danielle said.
"And why not?" Bobby asked.
"Because if I'm wrong I'll feel like an even bigger idiot if you're there to witness it." She admitted to him.
"What are you talking about?" He asked.
"When I told you the voices stopped a month ago, I lied. I've been hearing them the whole time and they're saying that the mission was successful, Dean's being resurrected." She said, avoiding his eyes.
"Why'd you lie to me?" Bobby asked.
"Because you were looking at me the same way Dean looked at Sam when he brought up the visions he was having. Like I'm some kind of freak and I couldn't take it anymore." She admitted, her green eyes rimmed red as her eyes burnt from tears.
"I was not." Bobby argued.
"You were being nice about it, but come on. You think I'm some sort of screwed up head case." She argued back.
"No I don't. I think you've been through a hell of a lot of trauma and it's taken a lot out of you." Bobby said.
"It's the same way my dad looked at me when I was kid. Worried and scared that something isn't right with me and I'm clinically crazy." She argued.
"Elle…" Bobby said shaking his head back and forth.
"I don't blame you. I mean if someone told me they were hearing voices I'd think they were crazy too. And I know how farfetched this is, but if by some chance there is some validity to these voices then Dean's going to be topside tomorrow morning and I don't want him to wake up alone." She said, a few tears falling down her cheeks.
Sighing Bobby nodded.
"Alright, but if by tomorrow night you haven't seen any sign of life, then you turn your ass around and come back here." He said.
"Okay…" She said as she looked over her shoulder as she headed out the door.
~()~
"What the hell…" She breathed out as she walked in the early morning sun to the field where they had buried Dean.
Everything in the immediate area had been flattened, it looked like a bomb had gone off.
Using the shovel she brought with her, she began to dig in the spot they buried her older brother.
Sitting down on the ground next to the now exposed grave, she looked down at the wooden box.
She wasn't sure what to expect, a part of her still felt like she was insane but she had to give it a shot and see if the voices were right.
After all, if the voices were right not only would she have Dean back, but it would mean that she was actually hearing something talk and it wasn't in her mind.
Danielle was so lost in her thoughts that she jumped when she heard a noise.
Looking down she saw Dean bust open the top of the box.
"Dean!" She yelled as he moved more of the broken wood and sat up gasping for air.
He looked at her confused as he continued to cough and gasp for air.
Once she helped him out of the hole in the ground she stared at him with wide eyes as some tears slid down her cheeks.
"I don't believe it…" she said as she stepped forward and hugged him.
Hugging her back he said, "God, is it good to see you." His voice was hoarse and his throat and mouth were dryer than cotton.
"Are you okay?" She asked him as she stood back and looked at him.
He looked around the surrounding area, his eyes widening at the scene.
"Water… I need water." He managed to say.
"We'll I've got a jug of holy water in the car." She said as she nodded for him to follow her.
Once they reached the car she grabbed the gallon jug of holy water from her trunk and handed it to him.
He took a long drink from the bottle.
"I'm… I'm so happy you're back." She said, wiping more tears from her cheeks.
"What did you do, Elle?" He asked her.
"What are you talking about?" She questioned.
"Don't play dumb. I'm alive, and you're the only one here. What'd you do, sell your soul? Something worse?" He questioned, taking another drink of the jug.
"I didn't do anything." She assured him.
"Right." He said, his eyebrows raised.
"I didn't." she said.
Once they were in the car she started to drive them to a gas station she had passed on her way there.
"Come on, Elle. What did you do?" He asked her again.
"Dean, I didn't do anything, You've been dead for four months, the last 3 of those I've not left Bobby's house. I tried to do something, the whole first month you were gone." She admitted.
"What'd you do the first month?" He asked, looking over at her.
"Sam and I tried to open the Devil's Gate and I tried to make a deal with a demon, several times but no demon would deal. I tried everything I could think of, but nothing worked." She said, her voice cracked as she spoke.
Nodding he said, "Okay, then explain to me how you knew I was coming back."
Pulling to a stop outside of the closed gas station she said, "Looks like it's still closed, we'll have to break in."
"Elle!" Dean yelled when she didn't answer him.
"I heard it, okay?" She asked.
"Heard it from who?" He asked, as they walked up to the door.
Once he busted out the pane of glass closest to the handle and unlocked the door he said, "You heard it from who?"
"I don't know." She admitted.
"You don't know?" He asked, as he opened a door to the cooler and took out a bottle of cold water.
"It started again." She said her voice quiet as she looked down to the floor.
"This is like pulling teeth, just spit it out already." He demanded as he opened the water and drank over half of it down.
"The voices, Dean. They started up about a month after you died… and they haven't stopped." She explained.
Shaking his head back and forth he said, "No, no, no. You don't hear voices anymore, we fixed that when you were a kid."
"Fixed it?" She scoffed.
"Yeah, we fixed it… fixed you." He said, looking at her.
"I remember you sitting still for hours at a time, you wouldn't respond to any of us. You hardly spoke from the time you were 5 until you turned 8." He said.
"Want to know what I remember, Dean? I remember dad tying me down to a chair in the center of a devils trap and splashing holy water on me while he tried to exorcise me." she snapped.
"What were we supposed to do? We thought you were possessed or something." Dean argued.
"But I wasn't… I didn't talk to any of you because every time I opened my mouth you all looked at me like I was crazy." She said.
"No, we didn't think you were crazy… but we didn't know what to think. You kept saying you were hearing people talking and whispering, but no one else heard it." Dean reasoned.
"I was locked up in a psych ward for almost 6 months… it put me a year behind in school and everything. But I don't think the voices ever stopped, I just think I blocked them out because I didn't want to be locked away anymore." She said, her eyes sad.
"And now they've started back up?" he asked as he walked over to a sink with a mirror above it.
"I guess so… I mean maybe the trauma of losing you broke me down to where I wasn't strong enough to keep them out. I don't know." She said, as she watched him splash water on his face and then raise his shirt.
"I… I was ripped to shreds by hellhounds." He remembered, shocked at not seeing any scars on his body.
"Yeah." She said nodding.
Turning sideways he raised his sleeve and saw a red, raised handprint.
"Oh my god…" Elle breathed out.
"What the hell?" Dean asked.
Slowly, she put her hand on the handprint.
"I don't know. It almost looks like a burn, but it's cool to the touch." She said, shocked.
"I don't like this… whatever happened it was bad mojo." Dean said.
She shrugged.
"You're back… in one piece." She said.
"And you're hearing voices again, who are now talking about me." He reminded her.
"But I'm not crazy. What they said came true, don't you get that? Whatever I've been hearing since I was kid is really out there… I didn't imagine it." She said.
"Let's just grab some supplies and get out of here." Dean said as he grabbed a plastic bag and started to fill it with water bottles and food.
She frowned as she looked down at the floor.
A few moments later the TV turned on to a channel of white static.
"That's never good…" Dean breathed out.
Shutting the TV off, they both looked over to an old radio that kicked on by itself.
"Salt!" Dean yelled as he ran to the shelf with bottles of salt.
Throwing her a bottle, he started to salt line the window and she put a line of salt down in front of the door.
Dean yelled out in pain as a high pitched noise sounded through the entire gas station.
"What is that?" Dean asked.
Elle didn't respond just looked up to the ceiling.
"Ahh!" Dean yelled as the noise got louder.
The windows next to him busted and he yelled for his sister to get down, but she just stood perfectly still staring at the ceiling.
Once all the windows and doors had been busted in from the sound, Dean slowly rose to his feet and looked around.
The entire store was covered in glass and he had quite a few cuts and scrapes, but Danielle didn't have a single scratch on her.
"What was that?" Dean asked.
"It was beautiful." She said, looking at him wide eyed.
"Beautiful? Are you friggin nuts?" Dean asked, feeling like his ears were bleeding.
"That voice… it was beautiful." She repeated.
"Voice? That wasn't a voice… look around. The damn noise was so loud and high pitched it busted glass." He yelled.
Blinking a few times, she looked around and surveyed the damage.
"I didn't hear a high pitched noise. I heard a voice." She explained.
"What did it say to you?" dean asked, growing concerned that she had made some sort of deal to bring him back.
"Nothing, he wasn't talking to me. He was trying to talk to you." She said.
"What?" Dean asked, confused.
"Whatever was talking… he's the one who pulled you from hell. He was trying to speak to you." She said.
"And I heard a name…" She said.
"What is it?" Dean asked.
"Castiel."Elle admitted to him.
Dean's eyes widened. He was growing increasingly worried and concerned about her.
A/N- Thank you all for reading! I hope everyone enjoyed the second chapter. ^_^
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