"Tempest Donahue! Let me in! How could you hurt me?!"
Dean's eyes shot to Tempest, who was now sitting on the foot of the bed, staring downward playing with a ring on her finger, a single teardrop made its way down her cheek. She peeked up at everyone, several emotions crossing her face. She reached for her bag and grabbed a shot gun and loaded it with rock salt. She was eerily silent. "GO AWAY DANTE! I can't...I just…" She rushed to the door.
"Tempest..Don't he will go away eventually…" Aurora knew shooting him would hurt her. Tempest flung the door open, standing there was a tall man with dark brown hair, blood dripping from his chest, and a long dagger in his left hand. "Tempest...my love...great to see you...are you ready to join me? You've hurt me so many times now, maybe it's time for us to be together again.."
"Hell no!" She lifted the gun and pointed it at him, rock salt shooting through him. As he vanished, distantly they heard him scream he'd be back for her. Tempest turned around and threw the gun on the ground. Her eyes seemed disconnected, like she wasn't herself anymore.
"Anyone care to explain that?" Dean eyeballed Tempest and Aurora.
"That's why I came and got you...I think Tempest should be the one to tell you…"
"She's not in...her right mind...maybe you guys should head back to your room, she'll call you when she's….back...salt your entrances.." Hurt clouded Dean's eyes for a moments, he almost couldn't recognized the woman he was pressed against moments ago. The guys left silently. Aurora grabbed her cousin by the arms and stared into her dead eyes. Tempest...I mean...Leila...bring Tempest back...please. She deserves to be in her own body. Leila's eyes, who now were in the place of Tempest's stared at Aurora. "Well you should've thought of that before you brought her back from the dead. What you do comes back in threefold. Figured you're dumbass would've figured that one out on your own." Aurora flinched at the insult. "Tempest is never going to let that boy go, she needs to kill him, once and for all, her willpower is too strong in that matter, guilt can be stronger than most any other emotion. Why won't you burn the bones for her? You like to see your cousin suffer?"
"NO! no..I don't...but I don't want to upset her by doing it…" Aurora frowned, "Please let her come back. Don't let Sam and Dean see this again..not until at least Dean knows the truth."
Leila rolled her eyes and suddenly Tempest was back. She crumpled to the floor. Aurora wrapped her arms tight around her limp cousin and dragged her to bed, covering her up. She placed an aspirin and a bottle of water on the bedside table and proceeded to her bed, curled up under the blanket and watched as Tempest slept. She hated these episodes but she only has herself to blame for making Tempest this way. A crossroads deal would've been better than this.
"That wasn't Tempest Sam! There was something in her! And who was that guy? Did he let a demon in her?!" Dean was pacing by this point, so many thoughts running through his mind. "I need to go back over there and figure out what that was!" Sam grabbed Dean as he headed for the door. "No Dean, you need to wait. Let her call you." Dean stared at Sam, defiance plain in his green eyes. "No…"
"Fine, suit yourself." Sam threw his arms up, he didn't want to argue with his brother. Dean stormed from the room back to Tempest and Aurora's. He banged on the door. "Tempest...Aurora, let me in…" The door swung open, a somber looking Aurora stood at the door. She wanted so bad to yell at him, but she didn't have the energy. "She's asleep…" Her eyes met his, she couldn't tell him no. His eyes were pleading with her. Sam followed close behind him and mouthed sorry to Aurora. The moment Dean sat on Tempest's bed her eyes fluttered open. "Dean?" She sat up and flinched, her head was throbbing "what're you doing here?"
Aurora silently handed Tempest the aspirin and water. "They saw you have an episode…" Tempest flung backwards, "Damnit…"
"Are you a demon?" Dean blurted out.
"NO! Definitely not, I'm offended that you would assume that..Not to mention you kinda tested that theory already...y'know...when you decided to spike my drink with holy water at the Halloween party…" She stated matter-of-factly, and glanced over at her cousin. "Okay….here goes...the reason I wasn't me was because...I died...about a year ago. Aurora was desperate for me to come back, she even visited a crossroads demon...but the deals that were being offered were ridiculous because well, you should know how those demons are...right? So Aurora decided to take it into her own hands. We had practiced witchcraft before, pretty good at it…"
"Wait so you're saying you're not just hunters...but witches...damnit man, I hate witches…"
"Shut up Dean...let me finish. So...Aurora did a spell to bring me back, and the Threefold law took effect...if you're familiar with the Wiccan Rede, it explains that...not ALL witches are bad Dean..well...the threefold law affected how my soul returned, it returned into three separate pieces. So technically I have split personalities….Leila...whom you saw tonight, Kitty...and then Lucy. Lucy is a drag...she's the moral one...can't stand that little goody two shoes bitch…"
"Tempest!" Aurora snapped, Tempest rolled her eyes and kept going.
"And well I was engaged before I died….to a guy named Dante...which is who that angry spirit was….Leila took over one night and killed him. He wasn't exactly a nice guy, had a lot of baggage I guess...I seem to attract those sorts.." She narrowed her eyes at Dean, "Well when I came to, I realized what happened. Guilt took over and I was unable to salt and burn his body like I know I should've done but...I couldn't." Tears filled her eyes. Dean reached over and grabbed her hand. He was lost for words. Sam motioned for Aurora to join him outside. The two of them left Tempest and Dean alone.
"Your cousin is tough, Aurora...to admit all of that...and to still be hanging on."
"Yeah...I just wish she'd see how tough she is, it eats me up every time she has a meltdown because it's my fault...all of it, the shattered soul, her killing Dante, the suffering she endures daily...I caused it, Sam, and I have no idea how to fix it, and I want my Tempest back.." Instinctively Sam reached for Aurora wrapping his long arms tight around her. The life of a hunter was something he never wished upon anybody, the things that were dealt with daily could literally kill you slowly. He hated seeing others endure that. He knows his brother did too, he just had other ways of dealing with it.
