Chuck
My fingers were sore by the second hour of our flight back to South Dakota. Another one of the many reasons I'd rather not be the prophet of the century. Supernatural ability to type faster than I can think. Lame, I know. The least the angels could have done was send mittens or something so my fingers wouldn't bleed every time I got a new vision.
"What the hell are you doing?" I looked up at Adam. He was staring at me curiously, probably trying to decide whether or not I was something to be hunted. He'd been extremely cautious of me ever since I dragged him out of bed at the most unholy hours of the morning.
"Um…writing," I said distractedly, looking back down at my laptop screen. I was so close to being finished with the latest vision, I could taste the relief.
"Why?" he pressed.
"Part of the job," I said slowly while at the same time trying to decide the best way to phrase exactly what I'd seen only mere hours ago. "I get like, divine highs from above and I have to write them down into the Winchester Gospel."
"Why?" he asked, reading over my shoulder. I had to resist the urge not to point out how he was just like a little kid. "I mean, I thought you were having a seizure before. If it hurts that badly, why go along with it?"
I looked up at him with a frown. It was strange…in all my visions I'd never seen him look confused and relaxed at the same time. He'd always been either angry, stressed, or asleep. This was a nice change. "I tried rebelling once. But then all the visions started backing up without the outlet and my publisher started getting antsy and all my fans got ravenous…" I had to shut my eyes as the memories of that terrible day came flooding back. I had immediately rescinded that announcement. "When I honestly began to think my head would implode, I gave in." I slammed the lid of my laptop shut, barely resisting the urge to apologize right after. I rubbed my eyes wearily and sighed heavily.
"Am I disturbing your…flow?" Adam asked, awkwardly shifting in his small seat.
"No, no, it's…don't worry," I said quickly as he began to get that stressed face again. "I just reached the end of my visions and everything's all…weird. It's a prophet thing, I guess."
The airplane shook with sudden turbulence that made the lights flicker and a few people cried out from the shock. I looked over and saw Adam gripping the edges of his seat tightly with his face constricted fearfully. As soon as it had passed, he relaxed and sat up, looking around as if he suspected someone had seen his moment of weakness. I smiled to myself.
"What?" he demanded haughtily. He sat up and straightened his jacket.
"You're like Dean," I shrugged. "And John. They're both terrified of flying. Must be a family thing."
"Yeah, next you're gonna tell me they sing Metallica on family road trips," he said bitterly, glaring out the window. I resisted smiling at the coincidence. I'd only been a teenager when I had visions of Adam in the passenger seat, singing along with his mother as they drove. "So what's the point?" he said, cutting into my thoughts. He looked back at me, his easy mask back on. "The world's ending, so who's gonna read it anyway? Why bother with all that publishing crap?"
"Call me hopeful," I chuckled, "but maybe I can save a few decent lives with the books. If people read, they have all the knowledge they'll need in order to survive the apocalypse, ya know?" It felt strange saying it out loud. I'd been thinking it ever since I first met Sam and Dean. It's all real, so there is hope.
"Makes sense, I guess," Adam nodded, looking away distantly. Then he looked back at me with a new question on his face. "Do you know what happened to me the other day? I mean, with the bright lights and Zachariah and everything, then waking up in the forest. Did you catch why?"
I frowned at him. How could he possibly not remember? He'd been a constant vision for the longest time…"Yesterday? Adam, what happened in the greenroom, that was weeks ago."
His curious expression disappeared into…nothing. His jaw dropped slightly as he continued to stare at me. "But…why would they send me into the future? All I did was say no, right? I mean, I wasn't thinking about porn or anything, so why would they do this?"
"You said yes, Adam," I said, staring him in the eye which was nearly impossible while feeling so jittery. "Michael's been walking around with your face for the longest time. Are you telling me you weren't awake for any of that?"
"No, I didn't say it!" he shouted at me, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of his seat again. "I took it back!...Didn't I?" He looked like he wanted to scream or kill something, or like he had been betrayed somehow. I felt so useless, only being able to shrug. He turned away from me, face in his hands. I turned back to my computer, wishing I could be writing again. I would tell my character self to keep his damn mouth shut.
He continued looking away as though he was a puppy with a lost chew toy as the plane began to descend. The "fasten your seatbelts" sign flashed on and everybody returned to their seats. The plane hit the ground with a powerful jolt and we rolled into South Dakota where the grey skies made everything seem kind of gloomy. Knowing what I knew, it fit.
All the stewardesses stood up and walked over to the door which would open before allowing everybody to stand up. I remembered from the last flight. As they stood, waiting expectantly for five minutes, they began to frown and whisper back and forth.
"What's going on?" Adam murmured to himself, half rising out of his seat.
I looked out the window in time to see the mini army of rabid looking people stampeding towards the plane before I heard the banging on the door. It suddenly burst open and a woman came flying through, jaws aimed at the first stewardess she could reach. All the passengers began screaming and creating chaos as more and more people shoved their way into the plane. Adam suddenly grabbed my shoulders and forced me to face him. I saw the fear in those dark eyes, the millions of questions on his face that I knew he wouldn't be able to ask. All I could manage to whisper was "Croatoan."
AN: Another lovely by LMedora. =) I will try to get mine written soon! Reviews are love.
