... Yes, I am posting the day after I posted the last chapter. Judge me?
Lol guys I just can't. I just wan't y'all to be caught up (I already finished this story and am on chapter 12 of the sequel) because I'm just having a lot of feels okay... I just started crying): So... Be prepared for Chapter 12 of the next story!
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Chapter 7
Danielle the Cowardly Prophet
After going to check out the tomb where the bodies had been snatched and swinging by a bar - much to Danielle's despair; Dean kept trying to make her drink - they went back to the motel.
"What ... " Danielle furrowed her brow, leaning forward and trying to figure out what was happening. Sam and Adam seemed to be running towards Adam's car. "Something's wrong-" She stopped as Sam was suddenly yanked off his feet, being pulled under the car.
Dean slammed on his brakes, jumping out of the vehicle and grabbing Sam. Danielle could only muster enough bravery to climb out of the car, standing behind the protection of the door.
"You okay?" Danielle questioned once it was clear the creature was gone.
"I'm fine," Sam grunted, rising to his feet. He staggered a bit, scowling at his legs. He noticed how she was still behind the car door, her knuckles white from clutching onto the metal. "You're okay," he assured. "The thing is gone."
Danielle just nodded, slowly coming away from the car.
Their little entourage headed back to Adam's house to gather his stuff before going out to the woods to give Adam some gun practice.
"You know, I should really learn how to shoot too," Danielle pointed out, wrapping her jacket tighter around her. It was late in the winter, and she was not enjoying being out in the cold.
"Yeah we'll get to it," Dean commented, his narrowed eyes focused on Sam and Adam.
Adam shot three bullets, all three close to hitting the bullseye. Sam grinned, clapping his half-brother on the back. "Dude, you're a natural!"
Dean scoffed, shaking his head and looking away.
"Dean-" Danielle said condescendingly.
"Don't start," he snorted.
"You don't have to be jealous," Danielle told him. "Sam could never like him more than you."
"I'm not jealous," Dean retorted almost as if the notion were comical.
"Really?" she questioned, raising her eyebrows up to the brim of her furry hat.
"Really," Dean answered. Danielle kept her concerned gaze on him. He rolled his eyes, pulling her hat down over her eyes. "Stop looking at me like that, princess."
She smiled, pushing the hat back up to its normal position. She suddenly scowled, her eyebrows pinching up.
"You okay?" Dean asked.
She raised a hand to her temple, rubbing her head. "Uh- yeah, I'm fine. It's just a headache." The jovial light in her eyes had disappeared with a dreading bleakness.
"Like the ones before your visions?" Dean questioned.
The foreboding expression on her face was all he needed in answer.
They returned to Adam's house, where Danielle sat with Adam and Sam at the table. Dean was watching from a distance, and Danielle kept glancing at him. It was horrible that he was doing this to himself; all he had to do was come over and join them. He was stopping himself.
"So, how did you get into this?" Adam asked, looking at Danny. "Sam said you aren't my sister."
"No," Danielle answered, smiling sadly at the guy. "I'm a prophet."
Adam's eyes widened, and his jaw dropped. "A prophet? So you can, like, see the future?"
"Yeah," she answered. "The demons took my family, so now I'm with these idiots trying to track them down." She shot Sam and Dean a wide smile to show he was joking.
"Wow. I'm sorry," Adam responded.
"It's no big deal," Danielle replied, waving her hand.
Sam and Dean furrowed their brow, and Adam echoed their thoughts: "No big deal?"
"I just gotta have hope that God'll keep them safe," Danielle said, a melancholy smile resting on her face.
Adam blinked in surprise, Sam frowned, and Dean shook his head. This girl was deluding herself; if there was a God, he for sure wasn't with her family. The video and her dead sister gave all the proof to that.
"You got friends? A girlfriend?" Sam asked. Adam nodded. "Not anymore, you don't. And that's exactly why." - he motioned towards Danielle - "They're weaknesses. If something wants you, it'll go after you friends first. You can't trust anybody. Except family."
"Sam, can I talk to you?" Dean demanded loudly, interrupting Sam's speech. Sam cocked his jaw before nodding and following his brother into the other room.
"This must be a lot for you," Danielle stated.
Adam sighed, shaking his head. "It's not easy."
"You're in good hands," Danielle reassured, nodding. "Sam and Dean ... They're pretty awesome."
"If demons have your family, what are you doing here? Helping me?" Adam asked.
"Like I said, I have faith," she answered, fiddling with her gloves.
"How? I mean, it can't be easy to believe in God after all this."
"I just do," Danielle replied, frowning at the table. Right now, it was the demons she was putting her faith in. It made her sick to her stomach; she was keeping something from Sam and Dean, but she needed time to think about her course of action. Plus, she was afraid to talk to them in case they were being watched.
Dean suddenly stormed into the kitchen, snatching up his coat. "You okay?" Danielle asked, standing up.
"Fine!" he barked over his shoulder, slamming the front door behind him.
Danielle flinched, sharing a wide-eyed look with Adam before turning to Sam, who was standing in the doorway. He hopelessly shook his head, sighing.
Danielle opened her mouth to say something before a particularly violent bout of pain shot through her head. She clamped her jaw, squeezing her eyes shut and grabbing her head. She ignored the calls of her name, easing back down into the chair.
"Bring me my bag," she moaned, the pressing weight in her brain making her sick.
Sam complied, dropping her purse in front of her.
"Water," she whispered, digging through her bag and pulling out her Advil PM bottle. She uncapped it, taking the glass of water from Sam and downing three.
"Uh..." Adam said, watching carefully. "Isn't that dangerous?"
"I'll be fine," Danielle returned, slowly standing up. Sam came to her side, helping her into the living room and laying her down on the couch. She grabbed the nearest blanket, closing her eyes and snuggling under the throw. It only took a few minutes before she sank into her visions of the future.
"Adam really was your brother."
Danielle inhaled slowly through her nose, a metallic stench filling up her senses. There was a sense of urgency; something that she knew she had to do...
"You should know that."
Wait, that was a woman's voice ...
"He was still alive when we took our first bites."
That was Adam. But, wait, he was a ... Danielle's eyelids fluttered open as she finally remembered her vision. In her desperate, disoriented scramble to her feet, she fell off the couch, knocking a lamp off of the nearby table.
She grunted, her vision swimming as she staggered up to her feet. She clutched onto the couch, staring into the next room, where she could see several dark shadows.
Ghouls. She had to get out of there. Danielle turned, searching desperately for the back door.
Adam was standing right in front of her. She gasped, her heart sputtering in her chest. A lazy grin spread across his face. "G'morning, sleeping beauty," he greeted.
Danielle stumbled backwards, running into the horror of the other room, where Sam was strapped down onto a table. He had several cuts on his arms, and another ghoul was standing near him, blood smeared across her lips.
"We've been waiting for you to wake up," she stated, grinning and exposing her blood-stained teeth.
"You can't hurt her, remember?" Adam said, coming into the room behind her. "She's got that damn angel with her." He suddenly grabbed her, yanking her to his body. His breath reeked of flesh, and Danielle whimpered, struggling to get away. "But that doesn't mean we can't give you over to the demons. We'll get hundreds of humans to feed off of. A whole town."
"An All-You-Can-Eat buffet!" exclaimed the woman excitedly. She clapped her hands together. "Ugh, I can't wait. But first, we should get poor Sammy out of the way."
Adam roughly released Danielle, and she fell, staring up at Sam. His wrists were slashed, and he was quickly bleeding out. She could only watch as the ghouls took bite after bite of Sam, absolutely horrified.
Even when Dean showed up and took out both of the ghouls, she could only watch, teary eyes stretched wide. Dean helped Sam up, untying him and handing him a towel.
"Hey, Danny, we could use a doctor," Dean stated.
Danielle didn't respond, frozen in complete terror.
"Danny?" Dean questioned, turning and looking at the girl cowering in the corner. "Danny, it's alright now." Danielle still didn't move. "Fine. Just sit there."
Eventually Danielle rose unsteadily to her feet, swaying on her legs. She was quiet as Sam and Dean heaved Adam's body into the trunk as they headed out into the woods. She followed numbly into the woods, where they set their half-brother's corpse on fire.
"What happened to your arm?" Sam asked, frowning at the purple bruises on her tan skin.
She glanced down at it. "He grabbed me."
"Are you okay?" he questioned, the flames shining on his face. Dean watched her expression carefully from her other side.
"What do you think," she whispered. Her gaze was cast downwards, and she made her way back to the car, where she sat in silence.
You always think you're gonna be different. When put in a life-or-death situation, you always expect that you'd come out on top. You'll grab a gun, put a bullet in your enemy's chest and save the day. But you never know how you're going to be until you're in that situation. Some people, like Sam and Dean, fight back. It's instinctive; it was drilled into them since they were born. And some people, like Danielle, freeze up. When put into a pressured situation, they completely tense and panic. It's easy to pretend you're some great and mighty hero just because you know about the things in the dark, but does the knowledge really mean anything if you're too scared to do anything with it?
The demons had her running in circles. She was their little puppet. Not only did she have to give them detailed descriptions of her visions, but she also had to tell them about the cases the boys went on. But this ... This was too much.
Doll face,
We want you to be our own double-agent. How exciting!
You're going to set up a trap. Don't worry, no one will be hurt. We just want to have a little chat with the boys. The violence of our talk will be determined by them.
Tell them you had a vision, and someone's going to die. Well, I'm sure you don't need my help coming up with an excuse; you did get a full-ride to Duke.
Xoxo
"I've got dinner," Dean announced, stepping into Bobby's rickety house.
The current inhabitants of the house practically ran to the kitchen, excluding Danielle. She sat curled up on the decaying couch, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She was chewing on her hangnail, her eyebrows furrowed in concern as she stared at the laptop screen.
Dean nearly walked right past her, but he backtracked into the room. "You okay?" he asked, watching her carefully.
She looked up at him, her eyes rimmed red. "Uh ... yeah, I'm fine."
He raised his eyebrows, setting the bags of food down on the desk. "Danny," he said, stepping closer to her. She shifted nervously, and he didn't miss how she was hiding the monitor screen. "You're lying."
The others had picked up on the conversation, easing cautiously into the room. Danielle shook her head, eyes wide as she carefully avoided everyone's gaze. She looked around, her chest heaving as her breaths came in shorter, faster spurts. She stood up, peeking out through the blinds.
"What's going on?" Bobby demanded.
Danielle went over to the desk, snatching up a sticky note pad. She quickly scrawled 'No talking. Panic room' and showed it to everyone.
Bobby and Sam were the first to go down the stairs, leaving Danielle and Dean to hurriedly shut the blinds around the house.
"What's going on?" Dean growled, grabbing Danielle's arm.
She instantly hushed him, grabbing the laptop and following him down into the basement. Maybe she was overreacting, but she was going to take every precaution to make sure they weren't overheard.
Dean shut the panic room door, and Danielle opened up the laptop. She pulled up the first email from a week ago and handed it to Dean. He sat down at the table, and Sam and Bobby read over his shoulder.
"What is this?" Sam asked, eyebrows furrowed.
"Just read," Danielle stated.
The veins in Dean's forehead increasingly got larger, before he finally burst out, "What the hell, Danny?!"
"Don't yell at me," Danielle winced, sitting down on the cot. "You read them, right? They promised to protect my family."
"They're demons, Danny!" Dean barked, rising to his feet. "I'd be surprised if your whole family isn't already slaughtered!"
A horrified chill ran down Danielle's spine, but she ignored it.
"Dean!" Sam hissed, and Dean realized the harshness of his words.
"Look," Dean started, running a hand over his face and licking his lips. "Don't ... The demons ... They keep their deals, sometimes."
"You said to trust you," Danielle said. "So ... What do you want me to do?"
Dean huffed, shaking his head. Sam ran his hands through his hair, leaning back in his seat and Bobby readjusted his cap.
"What if we went along with it?" Danielle asked, pushing her chocolate waves behind her ears. "I mean- w-we could trap them trapping us!"
"That's crazy!" Sam exclaimed. "There's too much risk!"
"There's always gonna be risk!" Danielle retorted, her voice becoming shrill with the intensity of the conversation.
"She's gotta point," Bobby stated.
"She does," Dean added. "We play along with the demons, make them think Danny's on their side, and then we ambush them where they were going to get us!"
"I should email him back now," Danielle stated, taking a seat at the table and pulling the laptop over to her. "He starts threatening if I don't respond immediately."
Danielle was a little too aware of Dean leaning over her shoulder to examine the screen. His fingers curled around the top of her chair, brushing against her back. She cleared her throat, subtlety leaning forwards and trying not to blush.
"Tell him okay," Dean instructed.
Danielle typed in a quick okay with a when and where. She started chewing on one of her hangnails, sitting as far up as possible without being too obvious. The response came back almost instantaneously.
Fantastic!
Get them to meet us at 1178 Slater Street, Monroe, Michigan. And make sure it's just the two imbeciles. I'd hate to have an archangel crashing the party.
Adios!
"There'll be more than one," Danielle announced, pointing at the screen. "He said 'us' instead of 'me'. Does that help?" she questioned, tilting her head back to see Dean, hoping that this might help patch up the situation.
"Yeah," Dean responded, patting her shoulder. "Good job. We better get going."
Danielle smiled, closing the laptop and handing it to Sam. She darted up the stairs, packing her bag for a couple days and heading back towards the front door. She jumped in the car, and they were off.
"So, one more time, what's the plan?" Sam asked, shoving his gun into his belt.
Dean copied his brother's movements, loading up on weapons. "You and me go in, see what they have to say. Then when we give Danny the signal, she'll come running in and down comes Archy."
Danielle shivered, crossing her arms tightly and blowing out a small cloud of fog. "I have to stand out here by myself?" she questioned, throwing a wary glance around the dark parking lot. The huge processing plant looming over them and the one flickering street lamp on the other end of the lot didn't ease her fear any.
"You'll be fine," Dean promised. "Don't be a baby."
He clapped her on the back, and she glared up at him as Sam closed the trunk. "You ready?" he asked his older brother.
"As I'll ever be," Dean responded, and the two headed into the building, leaving Danielle alone.
She started pacing, picking at her hangnails nervously. Though the action hadn't even started, her heart was hammering against her ribs, and she struggled to breathe.
She turned around, gasping and stumbling back when she saw a familiar angel facing the building. "Castiel," she greeted, trying to calm herself down. "What are you doing here?"
"I could sense your distress," he stated, slowly swiveling his head towards her. "What are you doing here?"
Danielle pulled her hair up in a ponytail before walking over to his side and turning to face the building. "We're hunting demons," she told him, frowning. "I have to ... run in there and get my angel to come down."
"Why are you afraid?"
"Because ... T-They're demons," she stammered. "I have to go in there, with them."
Castiel stared at her, his eyes a piercing blue. She glanced at him and quickly looked away. "It sounds really bad, but ... the angel scares me," she confessed in a whisper. "I know, it's ridiculous, but he's really ... "
"The archangel's purpose is to keep you safe," Castiel stated. "They would never hurt you; it's against God's will."
"I know, but - "
A deafeningly loud gun-shot split the air, making Danielle jump in surprise. The color drained from her face, and her hands began to tremble. "That's my cue," she said, though she made no attempt to move.
"Are you going to go?" Castiel asked.
Danielle swallowed but didn't answer, her breath pooling out in small clouds of fog. "C-Can't you just go? You're an angel; you c-can take care of it!"
Castiel looked back at the building. "No."
Danielle glanced at him before nodding, steeling herself with a deep breath and heading towards the building. She made it to the rusty door, looking back over her shoulder only to see an empty parking lot. She whimpered, exhaling slowly and opening the door.
As soon as she stepped into the vast room, the walls started shaking. Sam and Dean quickly ran towards the half-dozen demons, pulling out chains from their pockets and swiftly incapacitating as many as they could. Light started pouring through the windows, and Danielle fell to her knees from the tremors rocking the building. Screams started to fill the air as the untied demons fled their bodies.
"Go, Danny!" Sam shouted, and Danielle staggered to her feet, shoving open the door and falling onto the pavement outside. Silence filled the air, the light diminished, and the earth went still again.
Her ears ringing, Danielle used the wall as a support and rose unsteadily to her feet. She watched as Sam and Dean hauled two of the demons into the trunk of their car before heading over.
"Well you sure took your sweet time showing up," Dean accused, though not angrily.
"Sorry. I was talking to Cas," she answered sheepishly, the three of them climbing into their appropriate seats in the vehicle.
"Cas?" Sam questioned. "What was he doing here?"
Danielle shrugged. "He just wanted to talk."
So... actual Cas and Dan scenes what? Haha (;
Poor Danny... such a coward ):
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