"Juliet, are you sure you're all right," Sam asked. They had made their way to the hospital's cafeteria and were sitting across from each other. Juliet didn't have anything to eat, Sam on the other hand. That was a completely different story.
Juliet was still thinking about what she had seen in the hallway. Was it really that man, Dean? Did she really see him? That's impossible. Juliet had never seen a thing in her entire life. That wasn't entirely true. When she was little she used to see shadows outside her window and strange figures. She always thought they were dreams, and still thought that to this day. Even then, those things were just shadows. She never saw someone so clearly. She could see his hazel eyes in her mind, his dark blonde hair. She could still see his bruises, the scar on his forehead. They were wounds she assumed came from the accident. She distantly heard her name once more and raised her head quickly. "Huh," she said quietly. "Oh, yeah I'm fine," she lied. "Just tired."
"Maybe you should get some rest," Sam suggested quietly. Sam reached across the table and took her hand. "Juliet, I'm thankful for everything you've done. God knows what might have happened if you hadn't found us. At least there's still a chance for Dean now," he said quietly. "My dad's gonna be fine. You have no idea how much this means."
Juliet smiled a bit and gave Sam's hand a comforting squeeze. "He'll be fine," she said softly. "I don't think you're giving your brother as much credit as he deserves Sammy. He always comes back." Juliet wasn't sure what made her say that. She didn't know anything about them. It just came out. It was like someone else speaking. Juliet pulled her hand away quickly and forced a nervous smile onto her face. Maybe he wouldn't think anything of it.
Sam glanced at her for a moment. He slowly leaned back in the wheelchair. Why would she say something like that? She called him Sammy. It was eerie. She didn't know anything about them. How would she know how much credit Sam gave Dean, that Dean always came back? For a moment, only a brief moment it crossed his mind. Maybe the only reason she found them was because she was the new home for their demon. That didn't make sense though. It wouldn't be dumb enough to inhabit the body of a blind girl. It wanted them dead. It wouldn't send them to the hospital. It would let them stay there and die. Sam sighed softly and shook his head, knowing she couldn't see. Why would she say that though? "You should probably be heading home," he told her quietly. "You've really done all you can. Maybe… maybe I could call you when and if Dean wakes up. I'm sure he'd like to meet you."
Juliet nodded quickly. "I'd love that," she said quietly. She gave Sam her phone number and he helped her get back to one of the payphones. Juliet called her dad and he said he'd be there soon to pick her up. Juliet sat alone waiting for her father. Her head was down as if looking at the floor, though she saw nothing but darkness. She sighed softly running her fingers through her hair. She heard someone sit next to her but paid little attention to it.
"Hello?" Juliet looked up instantly and turned. She actually did scream this time when she saw him. She jumped up and stretched out her hands, searching for a door. She ran her hands along the wall until she found a small sign by a door. She ran her fingers over it. It was the bathroom, the women's bathroom at that. She breathed a sigh of relief and walked in. The room was empty. Juliet sighed and leaned against one of the walls. "Please, I… I know you can see me… can't you? That's why you keep running away isn't it?"
Juliet jumped and screamed. It wasn't a dream, it wasn't a hallucination. He was real, he was there and she could see him. "I... I… Yes," she whispered.
"Really," he said almost excitedly. His smile faded though as he watched her reaction. "It may seem strange that I ask-"
"You have no idea," she said almost sarcastically. Juliet leaned against the wall, facing him, with her arms crossed over her chest.
"Well I can expl… huh?" Dean looked at her confused. Dean crossed his arms over his chest and studied her for a moment. "Did I miss something?"
"Apparently you did. I'm blind," she said simply. "And quite frankly I think I'm going crazy. I was unaware that the blind could have hallucinations," she said coldly.
"You're not halluci… what? You're what," he said moving closer to her. Dean glanced down then glanced back up at her. "Like, can't see blind? But… but you can see me? Cause no one else can see me. You can see me? Has… has anything like this happened before," he asked. He thought maybe, just maybe she was possessed and whatever demon possessed her gave her the ability to see. "Can you see anything else?"
"No," she said simply, almost shouting at him. "It's all black except you. You were in the back of that car weren't you?"
"How the hell do you know that? Who are you and what do you want with my family!"
"I found you," she shouted back at him. Juliet was far from afraid of a fight. She had been an aggressive child her entire life, as well as independent. "I… I found the car last night," she said calming down a bit. "I… I was able to get the back door open and you sorta…. fell. Who… who are you? Sam…. Sam said you weren't dead so… so you're not a ghost."
Dean sighed and leaned against the wall. "I… I'm not really sure what's happening." Juliet studied him, taking everything in while she could. He looked worried, almost frightened. "How can you see me? If… if you're blind."
Juliet looked down, shy and quiet. She didn't know what to tell him. She had no answers for him. Juliet jumped when she heard a door open. She quickly gathered herself together and turned towards Dean again, only to see he was gone. She sighed and took a few deep breaths. When she left the bathroom she made her way back to the waiting room. "Juliet," her father called to her. He took her hand and hugged her.
"I… I can't leave yet Daddy," she said softly. Juliet wasn't really sure what possessed her to say that. It had to be the fear she saw in Dean's eyes. Those pained frightened hazel eyes. They seared into her mind.
"What? What do you mean you can't leave yet? You called me. I don't understand."
"Sam… Sam's brother's hur… hurt pretty bad and his father hasn't woken up yet. I don't think I should leave Sam alone," she said simply. "He needs someone right now."
"Juliet," her father said with a sigh. "It's great that you care so much, but you don't even know these people. Just let them be," he said simply.
If only it were that easy she thought. She looked up towards her father's voice and out of the corner of her eyes she saw Dean standing outside a room. She could hear sounds, a long steady beep. A heart monitor. Someone was dying. Just beyond Dean she saw something that was familiar to her. A floating figure she had seen on several occasions as a child. She froze for a moment then turned from her father. Juliet ran towards Dean until she was stopped by someone. "Juliet," Sam's frightened and broken voice whispered to her as he caught her in his arms before she fell.
"Wha… what's happening," she asked quickly. "Who's in there?"
Sam didn't say anything. He just held her close. It was more for his own support than hers and she could feel it. Sam was a tall young man and strong too, but she could feel his whole body shaking. That's when she noticed he was standing. He was out of his chair, that's good. "Me," Dean's voice came from beside her. She watched him shout at the being, hovering the room. All Juliet could see was Dean and this shadowy figure. Then Dean grabbed it and shot across the room. Juliet screamed, even though there was nothing to scream about, at least not to anyone else that was there. Then the shadow disappeared and things seemed to calm down.
Sam pulled Juliet to the side. He thought he heard something in that room. He thought he felt something, Dean. Then Juliet had screamed at the same time. It had to mean something right? "Juliet, why did you scream," he asked quietly.
Juliet just stood there, still in shock from the whole thing. What was happening to her? She raised her head and saw the faint shadows of several people walking the hospital. Juliet turned in a circle watching them plead for help. She stopped when her eyes fell on Dean, standing only a few inches from her. She looked up at him, into his fear filled eyes and she began to cry, falling to her knees. Sam dropped to his knees beside her and wrapped his comforting arms around her. She heard more footsteps. "Get away from my daughter," a stern voice said. Juliet felt someone grab her arm and pull her to her feet. "Listen, I don't know who you are, but my daughter saved your life. Leave her alone," he said simply.
"Daddy stop it," she said pushing her father away. "I'm not five years old anymore Daddy. Please, let me take care of myself. I'm not helpless. I'm twenty-four years old and I want to live my own life. I can make my own decisions and I decided to stay here until Sam Winchester's brother wakes up," she said simply, stretching her hand out to find Sam. Her hand grazed his chest lightly as she searched for him and she backed up to stand next to him. "I will come home then Daddy. All right?"
"Juliet you will come home right now or you won't have a home to come to," her father threatened, raising his voice.
"That's a road you do not want to take my friend," a new voice chimed in. Juliet didn't recognize this voice. She moved a little closer to Sam but Sam seemed calm. "That is a line you do not want to cross, I speak from experience." There was a sigh and Juliet noticed that the voice came a lower point, as if someone were sitting, or in a wheelchair. Sam's father maybe? Had his father kicked Dean out of the house? "Let your daughter make her own decisions."
Juliet's father sighed and shook his head. He looked at the young man holding his daughter. "You take care of my little girl. She's special, not like other kids. Anything happens to her and I will hunt you down myself."
"Daddy," Juliet snapped. "I'm fine." Her southern accent got a bit stronger when she got angry. Her father sighed, said his goodbyes and left. Then Juliet felt someone take her hand. She jumped and moved a little closer to Sam.
"I'm John Winchester," the new voice said. "Thank you. For what you did for my family. Thank you." There was sadness in his voice. It was a sense of defeat. Juliet knew what it was about too.
"You shouldn't give up hope," she said softly. Dean stood a little ways behind his father, quiet as a mouse. She glanced up and met his eyes with a faint smile on her face. "He's strong. Persistant. Don't give up hope." With that his father left and Juliet was alone with Sam, to Sam's knowledge anyway.
"That's the second time you've said something like that," he said softly. "That's the second time you've said something about Dean that you can't possibly know. Who are you?"
"Some… sometimes… sometimes I see things," she said softly. When… when I walk at night. When… when I come here, I… I see things, people." She glanced over in Dean's direction and he sighed.
Sam sighed and shook his head. "Ghosts? Spirits?"
"I… I don't know." She seemed to be embarrassed saying this to him and Sam could tell so he pulled her into a tight hug.
He took her over to a bench outside the hospital and sat down with her, still holding her hand. "Juliet," he said softly. Sam brushed her long hair out of her face. "Why were you out there that night," he asked quietly.
"I have insomnia," she said softly. "My dad said I haven't been able to sleep for more than an hour at a time since my mom died when I was little," she whispered, hugging her knees to her chest.
"Your mom died," Sam asked with sudden interest.
She nodded slowly and turned toward his voice. "In a fire when I was a baby," she whispered. "I think my dad said I was about-"
"Six months old," Sam asked, finishing her sentence.
"Yeah," she said softly. "How'd you know?"