After an hour of jogging I decided to go back to the hotel. I really loved the whole jogging thing I never knew it was like a drug. Acting like Stella was easier and easier every day. I hadn't had any episodes so I figured they were over. Dean surpassed them, but Sam always asked whenever Dean wasn't around. The case we were working involved a witch that killed a couple of people. One man with razor blades and a girl by boiling her. Someone grabbed me and pulled me into a small ally. He slammed me into a wall, and held me by the throat.
"You're really pretty, but you won't be when I'm done." He had a twisted scheming threatening smile that put fear into fear. I needed to think of something fast. I couldn't move my legs because he was pressed against me. I reached for my knife, he grab it before me. "Not today sweet heart."
"Please, you don't have to do this." He got right in my face. I turned away from him.
"Nah, but I want to." He grabbed my arm and slammed me in to the other wall. I was on the ground. I saw my knife just behind him. He stalked over me. "Aw, did she bump her head." I grabbed his legs and pulled as hard as I could. He fell backwards allowing me to grab my knife. He struggled in his haze. I stood up knife in hand. Where was the Exit? I looked around a ladder. I started to climb but he grabbed my leg I managed to kick him off. I climbed faster. Being in shape helped. He climbed after me. He grabbed my ankle again I was pulled down, but I managed to hold on It was harder to kick him off this time. I kicked him with my other foot. It worked, I climbed all the way to the top. He was right there behind me, I stood in a ready stance.
"Isn't that cute you thing you could live with killing someone?"
"I've killed for way less."
"You bluff." I turned in the fraction of a second as he lunged. I started running to the next building, I jumped I made it. I almost fell. That didn't stop me from running to the next. I was only a few inches from making it. I was hanging off the building. I Looked around I had no choice. The only way out is up. I hoisted myself up, to my surprise I was strong enough. I looked back the guy was gone. I guess jumping buildings isn't for him or me that was crazy. I looked around I could make out the motel from the building I was on. I looked for a way down. There was a ladder on the building in front of me. Of course nothing is ever that easy. I walked over my leg hurt I looked down I had a huge cut and It was bleeding badly. I took my shirt off to wipe away the blood. It wasn't so bad. I'm glad I decided to wear an undershirt. I wrapped it around my leg. I walked to the edge. Beautiful a hidden ladder, I won't have to jump after all.
I climbed down, put my knife back in its case and moved walked to the motel. O lucky me, it's on the second floor. I dreaded every step I took up the stairs. I leaned on the railing. It was a small cut. I looked at me leg the shirt was filled with blood. I felt so light headed I grabbed the door knob and opened the door. Almost falling I grabbed the door way.
"O my god Stella, what happened?" Sam grabbed me and held me up.
"Let's just say." I stopped I was out of breath, The room swirled In circles not just one but dozens.
I was in the back of the Impala but dean wasn't driving. I looked next to me there was a little boy.
"Sam?"
"Yeah silly you really hit your head." He said
"There's my princess." The man driving said. 'Dad?' I thought. The kid in the front seat looked back at me.
"Ready for another round?"
"Round of what? Can we stop?"
"At the next gas station." Dad said. It took an hour before we could stop. We pulled into a gas station, I walked in but it completely change in to bobby' house. "One fucked up dream."
"No Dream, its heaven." I stared into the face of Ahezreial.
"Heaven? I died?"
"Yes."
"And let me guess, you couldn't help me? How did I die?"
"The man actually gave you a concussion add the massive blood loss. Death."
"So not enough blood to the brain? Yeah that makes total sense to me. What am I supposed to do here? These aren't my memories."
"They are you haven't gained them yet." He was gone.
"Come Stella let's go!" Sam was behind me. I followed him I walked past a mirror. There was a golden haired little girl staring back at me. My arm was in a cast, and stitches under my right eye on my cheek bone. I walked out the door and I was standing in a meadow where Dean started letting fireworks off. Sam danced around in the fireworks display. He grabbed my hand and we danced together. Sam hugged Dean.
"Get in this hug Stella." Sam said. I hugged the young Dean and Sam. This really was heaven. No monsters no people being assholes. I opened my eyes, and I was cuddled against Dean in a motel room. This Dean was even younger. I tried to get up but I was so tired.
"Sleep Stella." dean said. "Tomorrow is one day closer to seeing dad." I had to be at least 3 or 4. How could I remember something like this? who cares I'm on drugs, in loop land. I will enjoy this while it lasts.
"Hey, dean." It was dad's voice. I rolled over. "Hey, baby girl." I got up and ran to him. He picked me up and kissed me on the forehead. "You should be asleep."
"I missed you. I was worried."
"I'm not going anywhere I promise."
I jolted forward "I love you daddy." I said gasping for air. I felt like I had no air to breathe. I looked around I was in the motel room. "What happened, all I remember is Sam swirling room and Being told I died and gone to heaven. Please tell me I just passed out dreaming."
"Well you passed out, and just dreamed." Dean said. I gave him a skeptical look. He looked down. "You died."
"I guess it was around time for me to die and come back. Just like you guys. How long was I dead?"
"A few hours give or take half a day."
"Half the day, how did you being me back?"
"An angel brought you back." Sam said.
"What angel?" Sam looked next to me. I looked over. It was Castiel.
"Hello Stella." Castiel said. He looked at Dean "My end of the bargain is done." He was gone just like that. I Stood up, he hugged me tight.
"Dean you're killing me." I choked out.
"Sorry, I never thought you would ever..." He let go.
"Die? And what bargain?" Sam hugged me next. He didn't say anything. I pushed from Sam. "Did you sell your soul? Did either of you?"
"No, no, no. Nothing like that." Sam smiled. "We said we could save the town and if we could he would bring you back." Sam said.
"Save the town from a measly witch?"
"More like one of the 66 seals." Dean said. "What did you see in heaven?"
"I can't remember. All I know was that I was happy."
"Well what happened before you got to the motel?" Sam asked
"Well I was pulled in an alley slammed in to a couple walls." I paused as I tried to remember what happened. "Then I Climbed a ladder fighting off this guy. I jumped two buildings almost didn't make the last jump I barely grabbed the edge." I looked down. Then up as I remembered more. "I discovered my leg as bleeding and then made it to the motel."
"Who was the guy?" Dean asked pissed off.
"Hell if I know, I'm just glad I got away." I looked at my leg and pulled the shirt with dried blood on it. "This shirt is ruined."
"We'll get you a new one." Sam said.
"I don't want a new one it will just be a reminder of how much I hate people." I walked to the bathroom. I leaned on the counter. I really did die. Does that make it twice?
"I'm sorry I didn't save you." I looked up at the mirror. Ahezreial.
"Yeah, Little too late for that."
"It had to be."
"Had to be for what?"
"So your brothers would save the town." That made me mad.
"So you used me." I raised my voice.
"I didn't use you."
"You just said you used me as leverage against my own brothers. I thought angels were supposed to be nice, and loving. Not manipulative asses."
"I am truly sorry for your misconception."
"Don't you dare poof out of here, without giving me some damn answers?"
"What do you want answered?
"Stella who are you talking to?" Dean asked from behind the door. He was gone.
"Urr. Fucking dick." I screamed. I opened the door.
"Who pissed in your cheerios?" Dean looked weird. The room looked weird. I felt like I was having an out of body experience. I started to panic, Dean's eyes were black. I stumbled back into the bathroom.
"Get away from me." I breathed out. I couldn't breathe. I started to hyperventilate, I backed up in the corner. Sam came in.
"Aw little Stella wigging out." His eyes yellow. "Only a matter of time before I gut you myself, and feed you to the dogs." My whole body went tingly numb. He got closer, and kneeled beside me. "What's the matter can't breathe? I can feel your heart rate." I just looked at him with Wide eyes. I had nowhere to run. I was trapped. It felt like a Sana. Something cold pressed against my forehead. "Breathe Stella, Breathe with me." Sam was normal again. He was breathing in and out slowly. "Copy my breathing." I started to copy his breathing. I was freezing cold. I looked past Sam to Dean who was. Looking at me like I was a freak. My heart rate Slowed.
"Sam?" I said hoarsely. "Could, I have some water?" Dean filled a cup, and handed it to me. My hands where so shaky I almost spilled it.
"What did you see? You looked at me all freaked." Sam asked
"And me." Dean added.
"Howler monkeys." Dean gave me a look like I peered right through his lie.
"What?" Sam said.
"Dean was trying to eat my face."
"And me."
"It's nothing, Sam, I... I don't want to talk about it. Help me up." He helped me up. I was tired. Can we just leave?"
"Yeah." Sam left the bathroom. Dean got closer.
"What did you really see?"
"You first." I demanded
"What?"
"Room full of howler monkeys? What did you really see?"
"Lilith. Now you." He snapped under his breath.
"There's more, I can tell. I'm not stupid Dean."
"I saw Sam."
"And?"
"He had yellow eyes. There now you." He demanded
"You had black eyes, and Sam he had yellow ones. He taunted me, about wigging out, gutting me and feeding me to the dogs."
"The Sam I saw Said that's what he wants to become." He forged a smile
"I guess were both freaks." I laughed.
"You two coming?" Sam asked from the other room.
"Yeah we are." Dean said. I started packing my clothes. That was the most terrifying thing to happen in all of this. I'd rather pass out then have those. Things Maybe a panic attack. Yeah, a panic attack I used to have them in my old life, but never that bad. I never saw anything. I walked out to the car threw my bag in the back seat and laid down. Sam's yellow eyes lingered like the plague. I hope that never happens.
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