And in the Silence He Whispered Freedom

I woke in a similar room, once again with the dark curtains in front a lonely window. But this time the room was much more confining. The four-walled, stereotypical, cream colored walls caved in on me emphasizing their narrowness which only spurred my claustrophobia.

I tried moving my frail arms expecting them to be bound and tied up but instead, they moved freely. I sat up and easily opened my eyes—no weariness lingering, my bones revived. Looking at my palm, I stretched it and turned it over. I could've sworn it was bruised before...Talking about 'before'—what happened? I closed my eyes and reviewed yesterday's events. The last things I remember was Dean carrying me somewhere and saying, I know. Before that I remembered feeling an incredible shot of pain—Oh right.

Castiel had to dig into my soul taking a peek to see if the not-crazy and telling-the-truth squares were checked off or not. Not bothering to remember anything else I got up swiftly. I stumbled a little, once I was completely upright, I wasn't used to the easiness and strength in my legs. It was absolutely unnatural. It had been months before I had been able to walk to decency and without one or two bruises burdening me. I chuckled silently and morbidly at the haunting memory of my mother. I pulled myself back to the resent and wondered—where was Dean? And Sam? And Cass? With speed I've never used before, I ran to the door and opened it.

Sam stood in front the door with a startled expression. Of course I saw his chest first considering his giantness (I only say this because I'm short myself) but his hand was in front of him—reaching for something, probably the doorknob. Guess I was a second too lucky.

"I—"

"Wh—"

We spoke at the same time. I smiled lightly, embarrassed and he chuckled.

"Why are you here?" I asked before he could even offer.

"I was checking on you," he paused, "I guess you're feeling better? You've got some color on your face now."

"Yeah, I'm...great actually! But—how?" My bruises were gone, I felt like I just had a thanksgiving meal, and I felt so energetic.

"Cass worked his mojo on you," he said a smile lingering

"Oh. Right should've known. Tell him I said thanks..."

"Tell him yourself," he replied, walking out of the doorway," You're not coming?"

Oh I could so get used to those puppy dog eyes.

"We're heading out." He stated blandly, and a smile stretches widely across his face.

"A case?" I asked.

"Um, no actually we're going to head up to Clark in South Dakota, see if we can catch a job."

"Oh." I said, caught a little of guard. South Dakota...? In which episode of the 124 supernatural episodes did they go to South Dakota again? I guess they didn't really include their 'off' times much in the show. Either that or my memory's lagging.

"Can I come?"

"Um..." Sam raised his brows in a gesture of thoughtfulness.

"Maybe I can help..!" I offered a smile, but all the while I tried to be modest about it.

"I doubt you can..." he scoffed. All humour wiped off of my face in an instant and I gritted my teeth. Sam gave me one looked and smiled; clearly this was all amusing to him somehow. Mad or not, I still loved that smile, I adored it," Sure."

He turned around and walked outside, passing by Bobby with just a simple 'I'll see you later'. Wasn't he scared that he'd never come back? That maybe this case would go wrong? Of course the angels or whatnot would always bring him back, but he didn't know that. How can he leave Bobby so dismissively?

I got into Dean's cozy car hiding my insisting and emerging smile; it didn't work out too well.

"Find something funny?" Dean said, looking at me though the rear-view mirror.

"Nothing I just-" I sighed, "I just really like the Impala. It's freaking amazing seeing it real life." I leaned back as Dean started the car; I noticed a small smile playing on the corner of his lips. Sam just shook his head smiling as well. I didn't want to suck up to Dean or anything but lying was something I ditched a while ago. I was trying to change after that...urg. I pushed the memory out of my mind and concentrated on something a bit more appeasing like what the Winchesters and I were heading towards. Well...that's not quite...never mind.

[A Few Hours Later In a Diner]

I sat there awkwardly as the Winchesters switched between picking their food and researching. Dean flipped through the newspaper as Sam through the internet. I sat there, aimlessly observing my surroundings, hoping to get a clue as to which episode I was in.

"Wait a minute," Dean sat up straight, "If you know everything that's about to happen to us, then shouldn't you know the case that we're hunting down right now."

Damnit.

"I'm not a computer, there's over a 100 episodes in the show Dean..." I murmured looking elsewhere. When I looked back at Dean in that split second, I saw that he was frowning at me. He still didn't trust me. Even though the night before he was all friendly, carrying me to the either room, he still didn't trust me.

"I think I found something," Sam turned his laptop our way, "25 year old man, Xavier Portman, healthy guy, dies of old age."

Oh. That episode. The beautiful 'Curious Case of Dean Winchester' episode. Great.

Sam leaned back as Dean moved towards the laptop; it was funny how their movements reflected each other.

"Well that's normal," Dean muttered under his breath.

A blonde waitress, in her fifties, passed by us, informing us gently of the closing time; in ten minutes.

"Let's go," Dean closed the laptop.

"Wait, hang on Dean. We can't go now.." Sam said, staring at Dean like he suddenly got dementia.

"Why?"

"Why?"

Dean and I asked simultaneously. I turned to him only to find that he didn't care. Why would he? It was trivial.

"It's two in the morning."

"So what?" Dean shrugged.

"I doubt the FBI or Homeland Security walks around investigating at two in the morning..."

"CDC..." I whispered.

"What?" It was Dean's turn to turn towards me.

"Centre for Disease Control," I said, going red. I hated the guys' attention on me, god knows why I reach for it unconsciously, " Don't go as FBIs," I bit my tongue and looked down at the ground; of course they knew what to go as...why'd I have to freaking speak out. Urrrrggg...

"Ok. In the morning then." I thanked Sam internally for ignoring my comment.

We drove back to the motel in silence. The ride was bumpy, dark, and getting uncomfortable. Impala or not, hated being in a car for too long. At last we arrived at the hotel, I got out quickly but waiting for Dean and Sam to lead the way into our shared hotel room. I walked behind them, watching my feet crunch the damp gravel. We head inside the hotel and to our cozy room on the seventh floor. The lights were dim, making the hallways hard to navigate through. Once we got to the foot of our hotel room, but the Winchesters stopped walking.

"Can I help you?" Dean asked rudely. I moved to the side of the two tall brothers, curious to see this visitor of ours. In the shadows stood a young guy, maybe in his mid twenties, with a strong and lean build, and dark hair that hid his face; he leaned against the door coolly, with his arms crossed.

"Ah...finally," he said, pushing himself off the door. There was a sinister air about him, of death and fear. I wanted to run away yet hide in the little space around me. I wanted to scream in fear yet silence my tremors because he'd notice me even more. My emotions gradually became hysterical but somehow I could fake a calm composure and breathe properly. I knew this feeling. In fact, that wasn't the only thing that was familiar, I knew this voice, but I couldn't remember exactly where I knew him from. The man looked at the Winchesters and smiled in distaste.

"Took you long enough." He spit the words at them as if he was speaking to disloyal, low-graded servants. His malevolent eyes fluttered to me and his smile stretched. "I've been waiting for you, miss."

And then in a split of a second, his eyes turned black.

Author's Note:

I'm sorry I took forever. Life. I hope this chapter appeases you though! The location for the episode wasn't specified so...I just picked a random one. Feel free to throw tips or corrections my ways. Reviews too! Aha, thanks for reading! Again, sorry this took almost 3 months. I had writer's block and no inspiration. For those who wrote review, thank you so much. My self-esteem is in the negatives and you guys, each one of you, help it go higher. So thank you so much, I appreciate it so very much 3

Love,

Silver Eyed Monster