It had been almost an hour since Helen went up to her room and dinner was just about to be ready. Bobby was currently cooking some burgers on the grill. Dean glanced up the stairway. The last time he had spoken with her was when they were practicing hand-to-hand combat. He could remember grabbing her from behind and holding her tightly. It was easy to tell that right away she panicked. Dean could still recall how hard her heartbeat was hammering against her chest. The moves she decided on were smart. He could tell that she was going to be a good hunter by the way she handled situations and remember things so well – like with the guns he gave her. But for now, she was Helen Dodson – a woman who was raped by a demon almost five days ago and had the supernatural world toppled onto her head. She was vulnerable at the moment and her emotions were slightly unstable. He knew it would take her some time to get used to this new world she had picked to step into.
Overall, Dean had to hand it to her. She was handling a lot of situations that would send most people to the looney bin quite well. Suddenly, something clicked in his head when he was thinking about when they were in their practice session. He had grabbed her from behind – just like what Alastair had done when he raped Helen.
Dean cursed under his breath as Sam entered the room. "Burgers are ready. Is Helen still in her room?" Sam asked and Dean nodded.
"I'll go see if she's hungry," Dean muttered and went up stairs.
"Helen." Helen smiled widely as she felt him wrap his arms around her waist. "Hello," he greeted and then kissed her. She melted into his arms as his grip on her waist tightened and his lips pressed harder against her lips. When the kissed was broken, he spoke with a gentle voice, "Something is wrong?"
She shook her head and then let it fall on his chest. The last thing that Helen wanted was to remember Alastair. "No," she whispered.
"You shouldn't lie," he said in a sing-song voice. Helen bit her lip from speaking. "I know what he did to you." She flinched and didn't move. "And I'm sure you'll enjoy every bit of the gift I'm about to give to you," he said and kissed her on the forehead.
"Gift?" she quoted him.
He covered her eyes with his hands and turned her around. "Surprise, Helen," he whispered in her ear and removed his hands. In front of her was Alastair strung up on a devil's trap. Panic raced through her veins as tears ran down her cheeks. It wasn't possible. Sam said he was dead.
"No, no, no..." Helen whispered fearfully.
The man behind her, pushed her forward while hushing her. "Shhh..." His hand lingered on her right arm before he lifted it to put a knife in her hand. It was the knife that she had used to stab Alastair with. "Release all of that rage you have built up inside of you," he said and Helen shook her head. She couldn't do it. She didn't have the stomach. He pushed her forward again. Helen cringed as she was only a couple inches away from Alastair. He guided her hand that had the knife up to Alastair's throat. "Let all of your darkest desires come true," he whispered and with his hand on top of her hand, he shoved the knife into Alastair's neck.
"Remember, I told you that Alastair's punishment won't be taken lightly. Sam did a good job, don't you think? He asked in a simple tone.
Blood spurted from his neck and onto Helen. The blood was warm as it ran down her arm. "This is just a dream. It's just a dream," she whispered to reassure herself and the man behind her chuckled.
She then felt him kiss her on the neck and that sent goosebumps all over her body. She let go of the knife that was still in Alastair's neck. Sickness kicked in and the dream world around her began to become hazy. "It may be just a dream, but in reality, you know you would have wanted this, Helen." His hands went to her hips as he brought her back into his chest. His lips were on her neck again, teasing her as his tongue lightly grazed her skin.
He was right. She wanted to watch Alastair suffer and twitch and wiggle like a fish out of water so his last moments were slow and agonizing. But that was the worst part. She wanted it.
Helen stared at the knife in Alastair's neck before screaming.
Dean quietly opened the bedroom door after knocking to find Helen sleeping on the bed. Guilt bubbled in his chest as he shut the door so he wouldn't bother her. He wanted to apologize to Helen for making those horrible memories repeat in her head. As he went down the stairs, he shook his head to forget the guilt for a little while just until Helen was awake again.
He entered the kitchen to see Bobby and Sam sitting at the table, munching on their hamburgers. "Where's Helen?" Bobby asked after swallowing his food.
"She's asleep," Dean replied as he went to the fridge to get a beer. Bobby and Sam glanced at each other before going back to eating. Dean opened the fridge to snatch his beer, but before he was even able to pop the top off and take a sip of the cold beverage, the three of them heard running upstairs.
"I thought you said she was asleep," Sam said as all of them quickly made their way to the stairs. Sam was the first one to run up the stairs. There was trail of blood from the bedroom to the bathroom. The bathroom door was open and on the floor was Helen, throwing up in the toilet. "Helen, what's wrong?" Sam asked as he rushed to her side.
Her shirt was bloody as she glanced up at him. "Nothing," she lied and swallowed hard. "Just a stupid nightmare. It was noth-" She wasn't able to finish her sentence as she hurled into the toilet again. Sam pulled her hair back to make sure her hair didn't get dirty. He could feel her body begin to quiver as she pushed herself from the toilet. "I feel better," she muttered.
Sam glanced at Dean before asking, "What kind of nightmare was it?"
"I want to go back to bed," Helen said, avoiding the question. She didn't look up at the boys since their concerned face would make Helen break and tell everything about the dream. There was a moment of silence and Helen wondered if they had gotten angry at her.
Sam sighed and nodded. "All right, but I think one of your wounds reopened... Dean, could you get me some stuff to stitch her back up?" Sam asked his brother. Sam tilted his head a little and motioned for him to leave the room. His brother instantly that Sam was going to try get out whatever had upset Helen. Anything that would have upset her this much might be linked to Lucifer. Dean nodded and left the room with Bobby trailing after him. "Okay, up we go," he said and picked Helen up. She winced in pain as Sam picked her up.
He brought her to the bedroom and laid her gently on the bed. Sam saw that the sheets weren't bloody which was good. They didn't have to bother getting new ones. Sam raised her shirt up to see that it wasn't just one wound that had reopened, it was two. He grabbed both her hands and put them on both bleeding injuries. "Put pressure on them and I'll be right back," he said and went back to the bathroom to snatched two towels from the cabinet. When Sam re-entered the bedroom, he saw tears glistening on Helen's cheeks. He hurriedly made his way to her. "Move your hands," he told her and she quickly moved her hands. As he applied pressure with the towels, Helen groaned in pain. Dean came in the room while Bobby lingered at the door.
"Here," Dean said and handed Sam the things he needed.
"Thanks," Sam replied.
Dean and Bobby then left the room so Sam could talk to Helen.
He stringed some fishing wire through a needle and then wiped the blood away before stitching her up. Sam glanced at her. "Okay, I'm going to start stitching," he warned her and she nodded. When the needle first entered her skin, a small squeak of pain escaped her mouth. Through the whole time of Sam stitching up the first stab wound, Helen shut her eyes tightly. "In about a week, you could probably take out the stitches. They're healing really nicely," Sam commented. Helen didn't say anything as he moved to the other injury.
It was only a matter of a minute or two when he was done. Sam took a bottle rubbing alcohol and soaked a rag with it. "This going to hurt," he informed before wiping the wounds clean. Helen's hand gripped the sheets tightly as more tears ran down the sides of her face. "Sorry," he apologized after he was finished. He placed some gauze over the cuts and taped it with medical tape.
He then helped her wipe off the blood from her hands. Sam went to her duffel bag to get a t-shirt for her. As Sam cleaned up the mess and Helen changed her shirt, the room was silent until Helen decided to talk. "Why did you want to know about my nightmare?" she asked and Sam glanced at her before setting the stuff down on a dress.
Sam walked over to the bed and sat on it. He shrugged. "It seemed like a pretty bad dream for it to make you sick," he commented and Helen slowly sat up. She stared down at her lap. "Wanna talk about it?"
A small laugh came from her. "So I can sound like a babbling brook?" she asked in a lightened tone.
"You won't sound like a cry baby," Sam replied seriously and Helen's smile disappeared. "You've been through a lot in the past five days."
She nodded and let her eyes fall on the window. There was the color of orange color streaked through the branches as the sun began to set. Gradually, the orange turned into violet and then a dark blue. "I killed Alastair in my nightmare," she said softly. "I didn't want to stab Alastair but he held my hand and did it for me."
"Alastair helped you stab him?" Sam asked in a confused tone.
Helen shook her head. "No. It was someone else. He's...been in my dreams ever since Castiel saved me from Alastair," she replied and Sam forced himself not to jump to conclusions. It didn't technically mean it was Lucifer. Sam really hoped that Lucifer wasn't the person in Helen's dreams. That could only spell trouble for Helen in the future.
"Can you describe him?" Sam asked and Helen nodded.
"Yeah, he's really sweet - like romantic," Helen explained. "I feel really comfortable around him."
"What does he look like?"
Helen's frowned at Sam's question. "I...I don't know," she said. "I've never been able to see his face." Sam nodded and Helen couldn't help but feel her eyes begin to become teary again. "Wow, I must be pretty messed up in the head to dream about stabbing someone in the throat..."
"No, You're not," Sam replied and shook his head. "If anything, it's good that you dreamed about killing Alastair." Helen stared at him as if he had just spoken in a different language. "It may seems bad to you, but maybe that's how you're going to get over him and what he did to you." He placed a hand on her shoulder and rubbed it for comfort. "Helen, you don't need to ashamed of what you dream about. Like I said, it was good that you dreamed about killing Alastair. You needed some way to let your emotions out about him. Perhaps, you can forget about him now," Sam said as his hand lingered on her shoulder.
Helen sniffled a little and shook her head. "I-I don't think I'll be able to forget him. What he did to me-" she cut off herself and tears spilled down her cheeks. For a few seconds, the only sound came from Helen as she cried. "I told you I would sound like a babbling brook," she in a 'I-told-you-so' tone and wiped away her tears.
"No, it's okay," Sam hushed her and brought his arm around her shoulder – bring her into a half way hug. That's when it happened. Helen began to cry again and Sam hugged her tighter. He rocked back and forward a little, trying to soothe her. She began to apologize over and over in an emotionally tone. Every time she said sorry, he shushed her and she went back to crying. Helen's eyelids became heavy after a little bit and her consciousness started to slip into a deep sleep. Sam felt her body relax against his and her breathing calmed down. Lying her gently on bed, he pulled the covers over her and quietly gathered the medical supplies and the bloody shirt before leaving the bedroom.
Sam put the stuff away, threw the shirt away and went back to the kitchen. He stood in the doorway of the kitchen and Dean turned to him. It was clear as day on Sam's face. Something was wrong. "Sammy, what's wrong?" Dean asked.
His brother looked up at him with a serious expression. "I think we have a problem," Sam replied.
"Like what?" Bobby butted in.
Sam didn't want to say it. He was hoping that whoever was in Helen's dream was just some random dream guy, but it wasn't. "Lucifer has been visiting Helen's dreams," he said and Bobby and Dean stared at him in disbelief.
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~Salem~