Chapter 6

After discussing where they should start to take down their mountain of questions it was decided that they would go see a friend of Bobby's, a psychic who lived nearby. Dean had been reunited with her beautiful baby, the black 67 chevy impala that had once belonged to their father, and once the horrendous monstrosity of an iPod jack with the absolute worst taste in music was removed from the precious vehicle, all was well.

When they arrived at the comfortable home the front door opened to reveal a woman in probably her mid twenties with light skin and black hair. With a friendly laugh and hug for Bobby the three were invited inside.

Once the introductions were out of the way Pamela, the best psychic in the state, explained that none of the spirits she had spoken to since the old hunter had called knew what had freed Dean from hell.

"So what's next?" Bobby asked, hoping this wouldn't be another dead end.

The dark haired woman sighed. "A seyonce I think," she replied.

"You're not gonna summon the thing here?" Bobby asked concerned, whatever was strong enough to pull Dean from hell they would not want to face unprepared.

"No," Pamela dismissed the notion with a small shake of her head. "I just wanna get a sneak peak at it, like a crystal ball, but without the crystal," she added ominously, passing Bobby and the two brothers as she made her way down the hall.

Once Pamela had left them Dean was the first to move. "I'm game," she assured them, following the attractive woman. With a sigh, Bobby followed them.

Once the table was set up and the candles lit the four of them sat around the circular table. "Right," Pamela began. "You'll need to hold hands. And," she said, reaching over to Dean, as they all complied, " I need to touch something our mystery monster touched."

Under the table Pamela's hands found Dean's knee and crept quickly up her thigh. Normally Dean would be overjoyed by this, she loved girls showing an interest in her. It had been forty years since she was last touched and she's would have done just about anything to encourage the slightly older woman.

But she couldn't.

Dean was not willing to let any more people know about her current condition than she absolutely had to. Dean was a man, on the outside at least. That is what she had always been and she what she would be again. So while she would have loved this attention normally Dean shifted in her seat, moving away from the wandering hand she wanted to welcome. "Woah," Dean protested and she backed off. "He didn't touch me there."

Pamela just chuckled, unoffended by the rejection. "My mistake," she apologized.

Dean hesitated. She looked cautiously at her little brother, he hadn't seen the mark this creature had left on her, he didn't know anything it had done to her. It wasn't so bad, its not like she was about to flash her tits at him, just her shoulder. Her shoulder was a little smaller though, it wasn't ovbious, but women's muscles are more subtle whereas a man's are like an extra layer. Okay so maybe she was exaggerating, there was maybe an inch of difference at most, but Sam hadn't seen her in four months and its not like he was measuring, maybe he wouldn't notice. Cautiously, and without making eye contact, she lifted the right sleeve of her shirt to expose her marked flesh. At the sight of the large red handprint Pamela merely raised an eyebrow in curiosity and when Dean glanced at Sam she found his expression unreadable.

Pamela reached out and placed her had over the mark. A slight shiver ran through Dean at the touch, it was as though she could feel both more and less at the same time. Dean was used to scars from cuts or burns, ones that damaged the nerves, but this one seemed to make them more alive in some way.

All joking aside Pamela closed her eyes and chanted, "I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle." Dean looked around the room as Pamela repeated the chant, his attention was soon caught by the television which had turned itself on to static, the same as the one at the gas station.

"Sorry Castiel," the psychic replied to something only she could hear, "I don't scare easy."

"Castiel?" Dean asked, that word felt like it meant something.

"It's name," she said quickly. "It's whispering to me, warning me to turn back."

"I invoke, conjure, and command you!" Pamela continued, speaking again to the creature. As her voice grew louder the table began to shake, and then other things around the room. Steadily, her voice rose. "I conjure and command you, show me your face!"

The three hunters became wary as the table began to shake furiously. "Hey maybe we should stop." Bobby suggested cautiously.

"I've almost got it," Pamela insisted without opening her eyes. "I command you! show me your face!" She ordered the creature. "Show me your face now!" Suddenly the flames from the candles jumped high into the air and Pamela screamed.

Dean pulled her hands back in shock as white flames erupted from the psychic's eyes. The brunette screamed in pain before collapsing.

The three hunters were in shock a second and Bobby was the first to snap out of it. "Call 911!" The older man ordered and all three of them were moving instantly. Sam was on the phone in seconds while Dean and Bobby ran to the injured woman's side.

Bobby pulled Pamela into his arms and she let out a pained cry. If the trails of blood from her eyes weren't bad enough Pamela opened her eyes to reveal to empty sockets coated in thick red blood, the sight made Dean recoil.

"I can't see," The woman mumbled in horror. "I can't see!"