Sarah spent the rest of the day mainly to herself, at some point she knew she'd be alone with Dean and would have to tell him what had happened with her the last few months. Sitting on an old beat up car she laid back and let out a deep sigh. She couldn't help but wonder if she should say anything about a possibility of angels, she decided not saying anything until the time was right would be a good thing. She hated keeping secrets but she didn't want to look like she had gone insane. She sat up as she heard footsteps walking towards her, there standing in front of her just like she knew he would be was Dean.
"Hey how's it going on your end?"
"Alright I guess, this is just a lot to take in right now," she replied.
"Mind if I take a seat?" He spoke while pointing to the spot next to her, this caused her to pat the spot inviting him over. "So I heard you didn't take me kicking the bucket well."
"Of course I didn't Dean, you're someone I care a lot about and to watch you die a horrible death, how well do you expect me to take it?"
"Point taken, you said that it might not be demons is there something you're not telling us?"
She sighed once more, "I don't know Dean I just thought it would be strange that demons would want to send you back after just taking you."
"You sure? Your dad seems worried which makes me worried by proxy."
"Yes Dean I'm sure, I was in a bad depression the last while, of course I'm going to seem off to my father he hasn't seen me that bad since mom died. You both don't need to worry about me, worry about Sam he's the one doing god knows what right now. Any luck with him?"
"No not right now, besides it's late I think I'll wait to check on him in the morning. Come on lets go get some food." He replied, the signature grin appearing on his face.
The next morning once showered and dressed she ran downstairs to see Dean getting ready to leave. He looked over at her and smiled.
"I'm going to get Sammy you want to come?"
"Nah I'll stay here, you spend some quality time with him."
"You sure?"
"Yes Dean I'm sure now go before he leaves from where ever he's located."
With that both Dean and her father were gone, she smiled to herself, happy that she got to spend some time alone with no one breathing down her back making sure she was alright. It didn't take her long before she couldn't stand the mess around the house so she brought it upon herself to tackle it. It was mid afternoon when she finished and the phone rang.
"Hello."
"Hi you may not remember me but this is Pamela Barnes I think you need to be here. As fast as you can be would be great," the voice on the other end said promptly.
"Yeah the psychic, I remember, if you say so."
"Good get going then, you know where I am right?"
"Yes, yes I do."
"Good, now hurry," and with that she heard a click, hanging up herself she ran upstairs packed a bag and ran to her car. She couldn't help but hope she'd be there on time for whatever it was that was going on.
When she arrived at Pamela's it was close to midnight, that didn't stop the psychic from greeting her at the doorstep.
"Everything will be explained tomorrow when your father and the Winchesters arrive come in you must be exhausted."
"Exhausted isn't the word for how I'm feeling right now," with that she was dragged to the spare room and told to sleep.
In the morning Sarah and Pamela caught up over coffee, it made Sarah happy to talk to another woman since she always seemed to be surrounded by testosterone. The two women came to the conclusion they hadn't laughed that hard in a long time. Just then there were knocks on the door, this caused Pam to excuse herself and Sarah to watch curiously.
"Bobby!" She grabs him into a hug, lifting him briefly off the ground. This caused Sam and Dean to share a look. Sarah smiled, still out of the boys eye line.
"You're a sight for sore eyes." Bobby replied, as he let himself in he noticed his daughter, walked over and hugged her. Somehow he knew she would end up here in Pamela's house before he did.
Pamela on the other hand stepped back and looked Sam and Dean up and down appraisingly. "So, these the boys?"
"Sam, Dean. This is Pamela Barnes, best damn psychic in the state."
"Hey," Dean spoke in a flirting way, this caused Sarah to let out a laugh seeing that Dean hadn't changed. This caused the boys to notice her and made Dean turn a slight shade of red as he smiled over to her.
"Hi," Sam spoke to her, more awkwardly than his brother.
"Mmm-mmm-mmm. Dean Winchester. Out of the fire and back in the frying pan, huh? Makes you a rare individual."
"If you say so."
"Come on in," she then ushered the boys in shutting the door behind them. Sam walked over to Sarah giving her a quick hug.
At this point Sarah tuned them out hearing whispers, she couldn't figure out where they were coming from, Sam noticing she was a little zoned out gave her a look of worry. She smiled back to show she was fine. It was then the whisper came in loud and clear in her head, it was a mans voice saying "don't."
"Come to the Seance room," Pamela spoke loudly.
"You guys sure this is a good idea?" Sarah chimed in, they all stopped and looked at her.
"You know something we don't?" Asked Dean.
"No it's just I have a really bad feeling about this."
"Come on Sarah," reassured Pamela, "I've done this a million times before."
At this Sarah shrugged and went along with them, not being able to shake the bad feeling she had, or being able to forget the voice she heard. Down in the seance room Pam spread a black tablecloth covered in symbols over a small table. This caused everyone to look at it warily; Dean cocked his head as Pam squatted in front of a cabinet, revealing a scrawled tattoo across her lower back that reads: Jesse Forever. Knowing where this next conversation was going Sarah tuned them out. She couldn't help but notice a small buzzing in the back of her head, she wished this would quickly be done and over with. Finally with the table all set the six of them took their
"Right. Take each other's hands," at this they all did, "and I need to touch something our mystery monster touched." At this Pam slid her hand along Dean's inner thigh causing him to jump and Sarah get increasingly annoyed she wanted this done and over with before it all went to hell. Dean looked around, nervously, then took off his outer shirt, pulled up his left t-shirt sleeve to reveal the brand. Sam stared at it, shocked, looked over at Bobby who just shrugged and then over to Sarah who looked at it like she was in a daze. Sarah couldn't help but hear "Dean Winchester has been saved" playing in her mind. Pamela then laid her hand on the brand.
"Okay," Pam responded, the six of them closed their eyes before she began to chant: "I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle."
A television flicked on to static in the background; she continued:
"I invoke, conjure, and command... Castiel? No. Sorry, Castiel, I don't scare easy."
"Castiel?" Dean spoke, he couldn't help but notice how much Sarah was not surprised by this notion, like she knew who this was.
"It's name. It's whispering to me, warning me to turn back. It's saying Sarah warned us not to mess with it," white noise and static continued, the table started to shake, and the others looked at Sarah to explain.
"I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face." Pamela continued.
"Pamela you need to stop this you're going to get hurt," Sarah demanded, "this is wrong you guys and you know it."
"I almost got it. I command you, show me your face! Show me your face now!"
Suddenly the candles flared up several feet in the air and Pamela began to scream. Her eyes flew open and are filled with a white-hot flame. She collapses; the rattling, white noise, and flames die out.
"Call 9-1-1!" Shouted Bobby as he caught her before she fell to the floor
Sam scrambled out of his chair and into the next room. Dean crouched over Pamela and Bobby and sends Sarah a look that screamed 'we'll talk later'. Pamela's eyelids fly open to reveal black, empty sockets. She sobs.
"I can't see! I can't see! Oh god!Sarah I'm so sorry I should have listened to you, this isn't something for me to be messing with."
