"Thalia for the last time, you aren't sacrificing yourself." Dean snapped as he paced back and forth between the confining space of the motel walls.
Thalia was perched on the corner of his unmade bed peering up at him through dark lashes. Her face was set with determination as she glared at Dean Winchester. "And for the last time Dean, I'm not asking you. I can't let Ethan go through what I went through. As long as there's still hope I won't give up."
"Are you sure that this is what you want to do?" Sam asked across the room. He was sat at a small, circular table with a book in his hand. He tucked a loose bit of hair behind his ear.
After Thalia had woken up from the invasive dream, she'd come straight to the motel the Winchester's were staying at and demanded to see them. It wasn't much. The room was small and dark and dingy and it reeked of damp. Mould had settled like cobwebs in the corners of the room and the walls were paper thin. They were all pretending that they couldn't hear the couple in the next room going at it.
"Sam! What are you doing?" Demanded Dean. It irritated him when Sammy went against him like that, he was meant to stick by him. Then again, Dean supposed, sticking by family wasn't Sam's strong point.
"Dean it's her decision and she's going to make it anyway regardless of what we say or do." He pointed out. To Dean's further irritation, Sam had a point.
"You know what Sammy; I thought I could rely on you of all people to support me. By siding with Thalia you're just giving the demons what they want." Dean regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, "I'm not even surprised anymore."
Sam's book hit the table. "Screw you Dean." Sam snapped. Then he stormed out. Dean groaned. He didn't have time to feel bad right now and instead he turned his attention back to Thalia.
Her dark eyes were gazing pleadingly at him and despite everything he felt about this situation Dean felt his resolve crumbling. He gave in with a dramatic sigh, "Fine." He consented and raised his arms in defeat, "We'll make the trade and get Ethan back. But as soon as we have him, we're going to get you too."
"Dean," Thalia tried to explain, "There's no point. They're going to be long gone by the time you plan the attack." Why was he so infuriatingly stubborn? Couldn't he see that she was better off with them? Their world worked in a way she understood. She could function as long as she detached her physical state of existence from her mental state. She'd become surprisingly good at doing that over twelve years. Out here it was impossible to live like that. Instead the two would infuse and she was proof that the result was catastrophic. "I want you to leave me there and please, don't come back."
Thalia's voice was heart-breaking. She sounded so defeated and miserable and broken and Dean could relate better than anyone. It was the voice of someone who'd seen hell and pulled though; but as much empathy as Dean felt for her, it didn't stump his irritation at her blindness. "Thalia you aren't getting it. You're the end game. You're what's important, you're the one they want. Not Ethan."
"You're wrong Dean; I'm no use to anyone. Ethan needs to get out." To Thalia it was obvious that the prophesy was just a ploy to get her back. They probably wanted to punish her for what she'd done to those demons during her escape. She could live with that, but not with letting a little kid suffer the punishment on her behalf. "Don't you see? I don't work out here. I can function like everyone else because they broke me Dean. In there, I get it. I can be normal. I know how to act and what's expected of me. But out here none of it makes sense to me. I don't work like the rest of you. I don't know what to do or how to behave. Everyone: you, Maisy, Jamie all confuse me, because I'm not a person in the same way that you are, and I'm not sure what I feel about anyone. I'm not even sure that can remember emotions, I definitely can't define them. So it's worse out here for me Dean, because I wasn't built for freedom."
A long silence fell between the pair. They were deaf to the couple in the other room and to the tick, tick, tick of the tacky Elvis clock on the wall. Eventually, not being able to bear the silence Thalia stood and pushed past Dean into the hall way. Something about him made her overstep her mark; she'd tell him things that she didn't even know she felt, without meaning to. And yet somehow Dean always drew them out. But there was no point in thinking about it now because she was going back, and in a sick, perverted sense she was glad.
Hey guys, sorry I haven't updated in a while. This is just a short piece to keep you going, Chapter eleven should be up pretty quickly as well. It isn't much but I hope you like it. Thanks to everyone who has already faved and followed and reviewed. If you haven't please do!