"Wha' on earth wus thae?!" I screeched a few hours later in the garden. They came running from the other side, careful not to trample any of the flowers because even when I was in danger, after I got out of it and we were in the clear, they would be in serious trouble. They showed up, clearly winded and gasping for air. "Ah mean honestly, 'ow did it..? Ah cannae even fathom 'how thae go' pas' the salt!" I fumed and threw a rake into the air where it clattered to my side.
"So you aren't in trouble?" Dean asked, voice flat. "You called us here for nothing?"
"Ah never called ye. Ye came on ye own accord." I said matter-of-factly. I put my hands in my hoodie pocket. "'tis nae my fault. 'tis yers." I nodded vigorously. "I dinnae ken why ye keep coming when I yell." I chuckled as Sam advanced and picked me up and threw me over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes.
"Come on. Don't make me carry you all day, Bernadette." I laughed again and whispered that I wouldn't mind because my wings were getting tired anyways. He gave me an odd look. I liked his eyes, they were nice eyes. He put me down (more like dropped) and continued on inside. My wings started beating fast and lifted myself off of the ground. The grass was soft enough to not leave marks when he dropped me but of course, it was still warm and rough with dead decaying plants. I hummed a little bit.
"Its nearly 2. Do y'all wannae sammich? Ah'm kinda cravin ane." I carried myself inside, quietly with Dean and Cas trailing after me. The sun was getting hot and They were sweating. "Naow ye taw can get studien cos the work is done." I smiled at them and made food.
"Thanks." Dean flashed another smirk at me and I returned my own. "Remember when we were younger?" he reminisced. "And I would try to make fun of your accent but it always ended up british?" He laughed and I was reminded of what had changed within him within the past few years. So much.
"Well ah guess ah shood show ye a place whaur ye can study and fill ye bairns." I floated past them and laid out the sandwich making stuff with more fruit, and pink lemonade."After ye eat of course." They ate and I showed them the secret tunnel at the bottom of the stairs. I key placed in a part of the handrail caused a trap door to open up and led them into a tunnel and then into a well lit room where the light came from a skylight. "I dinnae think thon need tae much assistance from here." I nodded at them and left to the stairs and to close it off. They could open it from the inside. I started to hum a little tune and sing. "So long, under the water, I couldn't hold my breath no more.."
Dean started making notes of important things in the book and copying it down into their own journal. They all studied quietly. It was nearly too quiet. They shuffled in the small study while Sam looked at the books on the shelves.
"Do you think she spends a lot of time down here?" He inquired, pushing around a well worn rolly chair. "There is quite a lot of her stuff here. And she had the key on the ring."
"Probably not. She has a lot of stuff to do." Dean supplied and threw a pencil at him. "Get back to helping us, Sammy; this was your idea."
"I like her wings," Cas put in quietly and they' all gave him a sad look. "They are very lovely on her." He flexed his back muscles, missing his own angel wings. "But I am glad she knows how to use them."
"She knocked over a shelf once with them." He nodded and Cas looked unbelieving at them; eyes shone in bemusement because he had done the same thing once too.
"How on earth did that? Her wings are so tiny." Cas held his forefinger and his thumb and inch apart to emphasize his point. "I mean I did that once but angel wings are huge!" They all laughed at him.
"She thought it would be a good idea to fly because she was just getting a hang of it and turned funny and bam the shelf went crashing." The all laughed again and continued to study until they were worn out and the natural light had started to fade so they wandered back into the living room where they saw the entire kitchen to be surrounded in a large circle of salt.
And Bernadette crying hysterically, in a near catatonic state, muttering the saint michaels prayer like no tomorrow, clutching a rosary tight in her fist. The carefully stepped over the circle, careful not to scuff the boundary of protection. The stood there before Dean dropped a coin on the ground and she swung a rolling pin at them in panic, shooting onto the table, panting in panic.
"Why didn't you call for us?" Sam asked, concerned at what could scare the girl who usually went unflinching in the face of danger.
"Ah- ah tied tae. But but nothing wid come out." She sat cross legged on the counter and put the rosary around her neck but still held onto the cross on it. "Ah screamed but there was nothing." She carefully pronounced everything, her words carefully being chosen.
"I guess that it came back?" Cas interjected and they all walked closer but she scooted back, eyes wide.
"Careful where you step." She reminded them to look up and sure enough there was a devils trap above them and she obviously didn't want Cas to be caught in it. She shook her head woefully. "Was wraung wi' mey? Why ain't mey symbols werkin?"
"I don't know. Maybe there are cracks breaking them up?"
Dean seemed to puff up and then stated "We will sure as heck make sure that ghost gets its butt out of here." Sam recognized his 'Big brother mode' and wanted laugh.
"Thank ye. Fer nawt cursin. Ye ken I hate that." She made a weak attempt at laughter. "and fer tha help. Ah really need thae." Another weak attempt.
"How about... We make the food tonight... and.. and you just relax. Take a bath or watch some tv or read a book, go play in the river or something." Sam grabbed the other two by the necks; a silent threat to them if they dared no help them make her feel better. Sure, they hadn't been around for the last for years but that didn't mean they didn't care right? Because their Dad was gone all the time and he loved Him and his brother more than anything. They shooed her out but she refused to budge.
"Ah'm nawt gaein any whaur!" She shook her head and Sam made a face.
"Well, I can come with you. I can't cook anyways."Sam offered, making Dean protest.
"We aren't much better!" They protested but she laughed.
"Ah'm shore ye twa will dae fane." She laughed and she flounced away before doing a small skip to launch herself in the air. Sam was happy to see her bouncing back as she raced to the small forest and her favorite trees. He followed her around before she finally landed silently in a tree and looked like he thought an angel might when he was younger as she watched the stars. He sighed because all of his fantasys and mysteries of everything had slowly dissolved byt snapped out of his somber mood when she suddenly squealed and zoomed over to a bush. He watched in silent awe as she softly turned herself upside down, picked something up, and then turned up again.
"Look!" She held a baby rabbit in her delicate hands and then cradled it to her chest and floated smoothly over to him. "Isn't he cute?" She cooed. "I wanna keep him forever and ever..." She cradled the frightened animal in her hand and cooed soothingly in a warbled tone. Sam watched curiously as it perked up and as she floated closely and gave it to him like she would a baby.
"You got a rabbit?" He asked and looked at the tiny mammal who was currently curled up with the tiny ears, no longer than a segment on his thumb, pressed flat to his back in a resting mode. "Its really cute." She hovered around him, careful to make sure he didn't drop the poor thing. "Do you get these often?" She nodded and hummed a positive answer. Sam gently held it out in his cupped palms and she extended her hands tenderly in the same motion, lowering herself a little bit to make the small action a little easier for the rabbit when it hopped over to her hands but all that he could think about was the tiny electrical shocks that were being transmitted to the parts where their skin touched. Sam slowly let his arms fall to his sides when she pulled her hands away.
"Ahm tired." She announced suddenly and sat on the grass, wings folding neatly against her back. He watched in numb bewilderment as she patted next to her on the grass, the motion barely perceptible in the dark. He plopped down next to her and stiffened when she leaned into him. She drew in along, slow breath and then in the same, filling manner, let it out again. "Do ye ever watch thae stars?" Sam looked down at her heart shaped, bird like face. She closed her eyes and he looked up at the massive amount of stars in the sky, all of them twinkiling and shining steadily. "An' think tae yer self 'There are thousands of universes and planets and suns and species but I know that if I try enough, I will matter.' but," she said with a note of finality, "I cant seem to feel so tiny under the stars and trees that have been here for centries, before the family line even begin." She layed back and pulled Sam with her, causing him to release a startled breath. She gave a breathy chuckle.
"But your right," he told her. "Sometimes when Im driving, I think about how silly I must be in the grand scheme of things. How pointless." He finishes and they just lay there, still like the night. They lay there for a long time until they start talking and in her large pupils, Sam can see the entire univerese reflected and it makes her seem like the most amazing person he has ever met. She looks so beautiful and it seems like he can't help himself when he is closing the distance from her face to his. She suddenly locks her starry eyes on his and suddenly its like shes waiting for him to close the distance but he suddenly isnt sure how. So she suddelnly grabs his collor and pulls him close. He can feel his heart thud and her heart quicken but the moment is ruined when a floddlight turns on and he can hear Dean calling, beakiing the trance.
He watches in faint dissapointment as she springs up and remains in the air, wings carrying her above the ground. He sat up quickly and scrambled to his feet. "Sammy! Bernedtte! Food!" He called and she flitted into the light and turned to him and he felt terrible becuase she had lost that entrancing cosmos capturing look in her eyes, eyes that saw all of the wonder in the world.
They slunk back inside where they were met by a small cloud of smoke and a plate of slightly burn hamburgers. SHe laughed and wrapped the two in some hugs and claimed that they did great. They ate but occasionally He would cast feeling glances at her eating and sometimes he would catch her staring at him but when he saw her she would look down with a burning face. The dinner was silent until Cas asked what they were doing down there.
"Talking." "Stars." They both said at the same time and she bit into her hamburger to avoid answering anymore questions. "We were doing both of those."
"anything else?" Dean mentioned inquisitively.
"Yes." "Nae." The answers were simultaneous again and they exchanged glances- hers a glare, his a look of surprise. "She found a baby rabbit and it was smaller than her hand. And its ears were smaller than a segment on my thumb and it would curl up in her hand when she would hold it.." He trailed off when she cut in.
"I'm sure they don't want to hear about the rabbit Sam." They all watched in shock as she looked around at them defiantly, as if daring them to question her. "It was just a rabbit that I found. Nothing special."
Nothing special. He wondered for the rest of the meal if she meant all of the other things that could've happened or almost did... He was snapped out of his reflective state by Dean popping him on the head and reminding him to put away his dish and throw away his food. He did as he was told and helped her wash the dishes, their hands brushing up against each other often in the sudsy water. He was barely paying attention to the dishes but to her and how cute it was when her face would flare pink when their skin would come in contact.
It was nothing. It wasn't anything. All people have their moments right? THis wasn't some book of mary sues and john does and stupid romance plots. It was life and there was simple a bit of chemistry and right timing of something to create a mood and whatever that was. She didn't care at all of what was happening she just reacting odd. It was nothing. She would face flare hot when they came into contact in concentration to keep her mind on track. She needed to do something about this spirit and quick. It was screwing with her head.
How was that guys? I will be starting an avengers story soon and will be updating my Sherlock story in a bit. Sorry for the wait yall