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I DON'T OWN SUPERNATURAL! AND I'M NOT MAKING ANY MONEY OFF THIS STORY!
I was pulling on my jeans when Sam walked into the motel room and broke the sense of peace that I always had when I was alone. I quickly turned to button up my pants as Sam placed his computer on the small table close to the door. The cold shower had effectively calmed my nerves from how I was acting around Dean, but the good mood that still lingered did nothing for the instant tension I felt when my eyes met Sam's.
I was in this for the long run now and no matter how much I wanted to skirt around this entire subject earlier, I knew that there was no longer any hope of avoiding it. Not if I wanted to be included.
"I'm sorry for the way I acted at Bobby's house." I blurted out. His face was surprised, but he didn't say anything so I kept going. " You were trying to apologize and I was being a bitch."
"No. Its okay. I understand." He said simply and I didn't believe him, but I didn't say anything.
"Soooo... what are you guys dealing with here?" I asked to change the subject. He gave me a skeptical look and I realized that he didn't know that Dean gave me the green light on knowing about the job. "Dean said that I could be included on all the ghosts and demons stuff. I kinda had to bribe him though."
The look on his face was easier to read than the books he had laid out on his bed and I knew exactly what kind of bribe he was thinking about.
"I promised to clean the guns you perv." I laughed a little but he didn't seem to find anything funny as he sat down at the table and opened up his computer.
"I haven't done much research on this yet, but it definitely has to do with some kind of witchcraft or black magic."
"Oh...thats nice...I guess." I said as I started pulling the guns from their duffel, laying them on the remaining bed for cleaning. We lapsed into silence and slowly, but surely the tension in the room began to melt away as we got lost in our tasks.
After a while though, his keystrokes were becoming increasingly annoying in the quiet room.
"Can I listen to you Ipod?"
A couple of minutes passed and I was cleaning guns to the smooth music of John Mayer and even though I don't like him that much it was better than the alternative. So I concentrated on my work and tried not to think about anything, but my eyes kept finding their way back to Sam. He looked so different since the summer I'd met him. It was the middle of June in 2002 when I first saw the cute nineteen year old boy with the weight of the world on his shoulders. I thought he looked worn out then, but it was nothing compared to now. There was something that hung over both Sam and Dean's heads and while I'd never understood what haunted Sam before I still didn't really know why they were so troubled.
Other than hunting ghosts and stuff like that, but could this job really do that to you? Was it really so bad? Would I look as worn out as them before we got this demon off my ass? I let out a sigh and lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. The handgun rested on my chest and my feet were still on the ground as the song switch over to something I didn't know, but it was slow and it fit my mood so I left it. For a girl aimlessly traveling around with two strange, yet attractive, men I didn't know as much as I should. All I knew about Sam was his birthday and that he hunts supernatural beings. I knew even less about Dean. Then I fell asleep.
"So what do you do Sam?" Lynn asked from around her ice cream sundae that was quickly melting in the Florida sun.
"Uh mostly just travel around with my dad and brother." Sam answered before shoving a spoonful of his own sundae into his mouth.
"What is he like a salesman?"
"Yeah, kinda." He mumbled, his mouth still full of ice cream. Even though he was hard to understand, Lynn still picked up on his tone that clearly stated he didn't like talking about his family. If anyone understood, it was Lynn. She didn't like talking about her family, because it always led to her mother bailing on a husband and two young kids.
"So what kind of tunes you like?" Lynn asked finishing her sundae. Even though she was wearing cut offs and a bikini top Lynn was apparently uncomfortable in the direct sunlight as she jumped up from her seat and wiped the ice cream and sweat from her face.
"Basically anything but classic rock." He said taking their sundae cups and dumping them in the trash.
"Amen to that!" Lynn exclaimed as she skipped to his side and they began walking. "My dad is like stuck in the seventies or something. That's all he ever listens to. Honestly you need, like acid to enjoy some of those songs." He just laughed at her as she tried to keep up with the fast pace he was making towards the park that was across the street from the beach. The park has lots of kids but there were some available picnic tables that were in the shade. As they got closer Lynn skipped ahead of him to claim one of the tables and he admired her as she went. The cutoffs, also known as daisy dukes, hugged her butt and made her legs go on for days. The light sheen of moisture on her tan skin only made it look more inviting to touch and the golden curls that were piled in a bun on her head made her look taller. The only thing Sam wanted to look at more than her body was her eyes. The multicolored orbs left him hypnotized as soon as he looked straight into them.
"So how are you liking Florida so far?" She asked as he sat opposite of her.
"I wasn't so sure at first, but I think its growing on me." His eyes didn't leave hers as he said this and she didn't miss the hidden meaning that made her blush. Her phone chirped at her, interrupting the moment and she quickly pulled it out. She just opened it and then quickly closed it before shoving it back into her small pocket.
"Hey how old are you?" Lynn asked like nothing had happened.
"Uh nineteen. You?" She quickly hissed in her breath and let playfully apologetic look dance on her pretty face.
"Oooooo I dunno if I can date a guy younger than me."
The fact that she didn't answer his question went unnoticed as he realized what she said.
"Dating? Who said we were dating?"
"Uh I think you did." She said playfully as she stood up.
"Oh yeah?" Sam asked in mock disbelief.
"Yeah I'm pretty sure you said you'd take me out to dinner and a movie tomorrow night a like six. Wow you don't remember?" She said wagging her finger at him in mock disapproval. "Strike one Sasquatch. I gotta go though, cause my brother needs me to babysit." She handed him a piece of paper and patted his chest before speaking again. "Don't be late or that's strike two."
She grinned playfully before running off down the street and leaving Sam with a ice cream parlor napkin that had her number on it.
"But Sam some guy is dead now, because of me!"
Deans loud voice pulled me from my dream. My gaze focused on the watermarked ceiling of the motel as I realized that I still held the gun I'd been cleaning in my hand. I stayed still letting the feeling of my dream slowly seep from me. I was such a different person then. I was more bubbly and I guess you could say I had that blonde beach bum attitude. Majoring in parties at college and no plan for the future in sight. How different I'd become when my dad died.
"I didn't know." I heard Sam mumble and I decided it was time to get up from my nap. "The thing I don't understand is how Roy is doing it. How is he trading a life for a life?"
I took a deep breath as I sat up from the bed and jumped slightly as the guns clip fell from my chest. I looked over to Dean who spared me a glance before he spoke.
"Oh he's not doing it. Something else is doing it for him."
I vaguely listened to them talk about something trading lives as I started gathering up all the guns and various weapons I'd cleaned before I dozed off. I walked over and sat Sam's Ipod on the table next to him as Dean was saying that it was a reaper that they were dealing with.
A reaper? Like the grim reaper? The creepy skeleton in a robe with a scythe? I wasn't going to like this hunt. Well I mean really, how many of them will I actually like? I freak out when chairs rock by themselves even when I just got up from them.
When I was in middle school I had a friend who swore her house was haunted and I never believed her. That is until I stayed with her once and my Dr. Pepper can moved all by itself and that was the time in which I freaked out and we moved to the guest room on the other side of her house. When it came to scary things I usually had a close your eyes and run mentality. And a dark robe and scythe made anything more scary.
"There's reaper lore in every culture on earth. They go by a hundred different names, it's possible there's more than one of them."
"I didn't know there could be more than one grim reaper." I said as I sat at the available chair between them and picked up a picture of the creepy skeleton reaping someones soul.
"Anything is possible in our job." Dean answered without looking up from his book and I went back to looking at the scary pictures laying around on the table.
"But you said you saw a dude in a suit." Sam asked skeptically and it made me think of the fuzzy image of the suited man I saw out of the corner of my eye. It wasn't clear and I could have just been seeing things.
"Oh wait you think he should have been working the whole black robe thing?"
"If he had been I'd have been right there on the the ground with you. Either that or halfway out of the state." He laughed like I was joking, but I was totally serious. The only reason I didn't piss my pants when the demon attacked me is because he looked like a normal man. Had he looked like a demon with the horns and bat wings and all...well you know what I would have done.
My attention was pulled back when Sam pulled out a deck of tarot cards and handed one to Dean. I took the rest of them and flipped through them while they continued talking about how Roy was controlling this Reaper. The cards seemed to be high quality as far as I knew about tarot cards, which wasn't much. The pictures where intricate, but extremely confusing. Some of them didn't make any sense at all. How could anyone ever read these things? I continued flipping through as they talked until I came to a card that was upside down among the other right side up cards.
The skeletal rider on a pale horse on the death card stared back at me and sent a chill down my spine. This one card made me feel like I shouldn't even be messing with the deck of cards. Like I was somehow inviting something bad to happen. But I guess that's what all superstitious people feel when they mess with something like tarot cards. I quickly fixed it and shuffled the cards back together and handed them to Sam, successfully hiding that card from my vision.
Dean looked troubled as he stood up and put his mug in the small sink. I've never been in a motel room that has a little kitchen area and it was honestly a little skeevy. Who knows what been in that sink or that fridge. What if someone had a body in there? Ok change of subject.
"Okay, then we stop Roy." Dean said as if he already had it all figured out. I looked at Sam
"How?" I looked back at Dean
"You know how." I didn't know what he meant, but the look on his face didn't bode well.
"What the hell you talking about Dean? We can't kill Roy." Kill him? Wait did he just dive over the line between hunting and murdering? I suddenly felt very uneasy in this room with them.
"They guy's playing God. He's deciding who lives and dies. That's a monster in my book."
"No, we're not going to kill a human being, Dean." Sam seemed appalled by the suggestion and that made me feel a little better. It was already awkward enough being the third wheel with these two hunters; imagine being the third wheel with two murderers.
"You guys don't have to kill people often do you?" I asked in a small voice that stumbled over the word kill.
"No. Not at all. I'm not gonna lie, sometimes there is no other option, but no we don't kill people." Sam said before turning back to Dean. "Dean is a worst case scenario kind of person."
"Oh...okay." So Dean just tried to lay out the worst in the beginning. Maybe Dean is just a 'do what you gotta do' guy. So after a little more arguing it was decided that Sam was going to sneak into Roy's house during the next the next service and Dean was somehow going to stop Roy from healing anyone. And I was going with them! Oh thank GOD I'm not going to be stuck in this room while they go do this! Well I was going to the service with Dean. Not only would I be in the way while Sam was breaking and entering I really didn't want to be involved in that aspect of the job. At least not yet.
"So do I get a gun?"
"No!" "No!"
It was raining when we got out to the old white tent that was set up in a sea of mud. The broken people were again gathering to wait and hope that they will be picked and restored to their formal glory.
"If its a spell then there is probably a spell book." Sam as we all got out and started sloshing through the mud.
"See if you can find it. Hurry up too. Service starts in fifteen minutes. Me and Lynn will try to stall Roy."
So we accept a flier from the protester and made our way to the tent while Sam snuck away, but before we entered Dean grabbed my elbow and pulled me to the side.
"Okay so just stay near me and if anyone talks to us just follow my lead." He whispered to me and I slowly nodded. His eyes were serious as a heart attack and they left me wanting to make him smile again, but now is not the time. After we got in the tent and off to the side Dean got a call from Sam about the reaper. Man that was fast.
Apparently it was black magic that was taking the life from people that Roy thought was immoral and the next target was the protester. I didn't even know that this kind of stuff even worked. Normal people throw gasoline filled balloons or eggs at the houses of people they don't like. Not trade their life for someone else's. Imagine what school bullies could do with this kind of stuff.
Dean hung up the phone and looked from me to people around the place, trying to think of a way to stop this whole thing. But the fates weren't on our sides because right then Roy called out Layla Rourke. The blond girl that Dean had been hitting on when we first got here. There was nothing outwardly wrong with the pretty blond, but I knew all too well how deceiving looks could be. I'd had many patients who looked perfectly healthy the morning I came onto my shift and I was writing up their expiration sheets before I left for the night.
The inner turmoil he was feeling was written plainly on his face and I briefly wondered how he could feel bad about this when not an hour ago he was ready to kill Roy. It must have taken years of practice to be able to control his emotions like that. I hung back as Dean stopped Layla and they exchanged words. When had he gotten on a first name basis with this woman? Maybe they spoke when he was out talking to Roy. Roy's wife and Layla's mother were urging Layla up onto the stage and she obviously wasn't listening to what Dean was telling her because she politely pulled away from him and joined Roy and his wife on stage. Dean stomped in frustration and looked hopelessly back at me and I suddenly got an idea.
I grabbed Dean's jacket in a signal to follow and turned and crept back to the entrance of the tent as everyone began praying. Roy's hands were reaching out for Layla now and I had no time to think about what I was doing.
"Fire! Fire! The tents on fire!" I yelled as Dean pulled me out of the tent. People only looked around momentarily before Dean chimed in.
"Fire! Everybody get outta here!" His voice was enough to get the crowd up and moving as we quickly stepped back in the tent like nothing had happened. Layla's mother was begging Roy not to stop the healing and people where helping Roy off the stage.
"Stay calm friends." He was saying while Dean called someone.
"I did it I stopped Roy." People were pushing me trying to get out of the tent and I almost fell over one of the chairs. I wondered how saintly these people would be if there really was a fire. Would any of these people brave the flame to save one of their fellow worshipers? Would Layla? Would I?
"What do you mean it didn't work? I stopped the healing." Sam must be with the protestor. I watched as the last person left the tent and bounced on the balls of my feet in anticipation until I saw someone standing in the corner. It was Roy's wife I think and she was facing away from us over by the stage. Didn't she hear our shouts of 'fire'? Why is she just standing there?
"Well then who the hell is?" Being on only one side of the conversation I didn't know what Dean was talking about, but I suddenly had a feeling that Roy's wife was doing something bad over there. Without taking my eyes off her I reached out at patted Dean's arm to get his attention. He must have followed my gaze because all he did was say her name into the phone and stomp his way over to her. I followed as close as I dared as he rushed over and jerked her around to face him. She gasped and saw that we'd caught her holding some weird cross. Then suddenly she shoved the the cross into her shirt and started shouting for help.
I'm not gonna lie, I wanted to run. Just like when you're caught trespassing on someone's land and they catch you. Your dominate instinct is to just run because you know you can get away before they do anything. Well unfortunately this woman had cops on hand, because I was almost knocked over as one of the roughly grabbed me.
"Woah! Woah! I didn't do anything!" I yelled as they started dragging me and Dean out of the tent. I'd been arrested once before but the cops were nothing like this. This guy had a hold of my arm and a death grip on my jacket and was barely giving me time to put one foot in front of the other. I tripped through the tent flap and the guy twisted my arm as he pulled me back up. I don't know if he thought I was trying to get away or something but that hurt!
"Ow, ow! Jesus, you don't have to be so rough!" I complained as he pulled me up next to the two cops that were holding Dean. He tried to shake them off, but they were also holding tight.
"Let go of her! She didn't do anything!" Dean growled at the guy holding me. The rough cop looked from Dean to Sue Anne who nodded, before taking his hands off me. I just huffed and straightened my jean jacket. I wanted to be childish and just shove him away from me, but I didn't. So I just glared at him. Who did these guys think they were being so rough?
"I just don't understand." Sue Anne was saying, but I wasn't listening to her. I was watching Dean. He had that look on his face when he was trying to act like he didn't care. Well he obviously didn't care about Sue Anne or getting caught but something was still bothering him. I had a feeling that it had to do with Layla. This was one of those catch twenty-two situations that everyone hated. Kill the evil and condemn the innocent.
"You can let him go. I'm not pressing charges. God will deal with him as he sees fit." Sue Anne said then walked away. Wow that sounded like a threat. This woman was crazy.
"We catch you two around here again and we'll put the fear of God in you." I quickly stepped away from the cop before he got any bright ideas about the warning. Like shove me to emphasize it or something. I just didn't want to take the chance. I started toward the car when Layla walked up to Dean. She even sounded nice while she was demanding an answer for why Dean very possibly ruined her only chance. She reminded me of Melanie Wilkes from Gone with the Wind who couldn't be mad at a snake even if it bit her. Sam just smiled a little smile as I walked up to him next to the car.
"I saw that cop being rough with you." He said as I rubbed my arm where the cop had gripped me.
"Yeah that stupid oinker." I smiled at him but he didn't smile back.
"You still wanna be involved with what we do?" I just sent a glare at his underhanded question, but I was saved from answering by a sad faced Dean who just walked up and got in the car. I watched Layla walking away with her mother. I felt really bad for her even though I still didn't know what was ailing her.
I leaned over Dean as he held out the book for Sam to see. The strange cross in the book was the same that had adorned the piano at the service and apparently it was the key to breaking this case. Ghosts? Believable. Demons? Definitely believable. But trapping a reaper to kill people that you think are immoral? I never even knew that the grim reaper was real, much less that there was more than one and that there was a black magic spell that could control them. The things that these two must know was astounding.
"Whatever we do we gotta do it fast." Dean said jumping up from the bed and I had to step back to stay out of his personal space. "Roy is healing Layla tonight."
I've seen plenty of people who were dying and plenty of family members who where desperately trying to hold on and be strong for their loved one. But never this desperate. I've seen people giving up blood, bone marrow, and even organs for the people they are trying to save, but I didn't even think that this level of desperation was possible. I was young when my mother left and while I'd wanted her to come back I never really looked for her. I didn't want her around if she didn't want to be. And my father's death was so sudden that I never became one of those family members that hover around the hospital room and questions everything that the doctor is doing. Thinking that there might be something the doctor is missing, some radical new treatment that could very possibly save his life. In a sense this was the same thing as an experimental new treatment that had equally bad chances as good chances of working.
We went to a local diner as we waited for the sun to set and if there was one food that I absolutely loved it was diner food. I could eat breakfast all day everyday if I could. I was still a little sore at Sam for being rude earlier so when they sat on opposite sides of the booth I wasted no time in sitting next to Dean. He gave me a look like he maybe expected me to sit by Sam, but I just smiled at him and settled into my spot and started to play with the little packets of jelly and syrup. The menus were already at the table so I took no time in deciding what I wanted and leaned across to Dean to put it back in its place. He smelled nice, like Right Guard deodorant and dial soap. It made sense because those were cheap brands and I imagine that Dean just grabbed the first thing that smelled good. I couldn't see him standing there and worrying about brands. According to Bobby what money they did have was from credit card scams and the like. I hope they never ask me to do anything like that.
The waitress soon came over and I immediately regretted sitting next to Dean. I felt like I was in between a crazy shopaholic and a pair of shoes that she wanted.
"What can I get you?" She was clearly talking only to Dean, because she hadn't taken her eyes off him at all while she spoke, but when neither he nor Sam spoke I offered up my order. It didn't even look like she wrote all of it down and she just glared daggers at me as Sam finally ordered his food. It was even more uncomfortable while Dean ordered and the waitress was seemingly leaning over me which made me lean back into Dean to keep her out of my bubble.
"You sure I can't get you anything else?" That obviously had an entirely different meaning. So Dean did something I didn't think he would. His eyes never left hers as he lifted his arm from his side and slowly slid it across my shoulders and pulled me closer.
"No I think I'm good." He was USING me! Using me to get this girl to leave him alone! My pancakes were gonna find themselves on the floor before they found their way to my plate, I'm sure of it.
This was entirely too awkward. Yeah Dean smelled awesome and he was really warm and comfortable, but I didn't know him that well. The effect he had on the waitress was obvious and I can just imagine how powerful his hold would be if he was actually flirting with her like she was with him. I stayed completely still and just stared at my jelly packet pile as the waitress slowly got the message and walked away. Dean kept his arm around me until she was securely in the kitchen and then slide it back to his side. I immediately scooted back to my side of the seat and tried to hide how cold I suddenly was. Sam's face was weird, but I didn't have time to think about it because Dean started talking about the plan for tonight.
Much to my dismay I was to go with Sam to destroy the altar. He was being weirdly grumpy and I could only guess that it had something to do with me being included in this hunting thing. It was understandable to be uncomfortable around the woman who had carnal knowledge of you and that you were no longer in a relationship with. As hard as it was to act like some of the things me and Sam did never happened, it simply must be done. And giving me this cold shoulder wasn't making it any easier to get over the fact that he left me without so much as a word.
It seems that the mud will never dry from this field as we pull up to the tent that night. There were already cars and campers littering the Le Grange front yard. I grabbed the door handle to jump out when we got there, but no one else moved. They must stay in their cars at first to scope the place out. Like weirdo cops or something.
"That's Layla's car. She's already here." Sam stated matter of factly and just as eager as I felt. I was nervous for what might happen. What if I had to get into a fight with someone. I haven't been in a fight since junior high. Would I have it in me to fight now? Would I have to guts to even start one if I had to?
"If Roy would have picked Layla instead of me, she'd be healed right now."
"Dean, don't."
"And if she's not healed tonight, she's gonna die in a couple months." Oh here we go with the 'what ifs.' As if I didn't hear that stuff enough in the hospital. To me there was never any sense in wondering about something you couldn't change.
"What are you gonna do? Let someone else die to save her? You said it yourself, Dean. You can't play God."
I hated to say it but Sam had the right kind of attitude here. After a second of deafeningly tense silence Dean finally pursed his lips and climbed from the car. I, of course, stayed close as we snuck around tent and peeked in on the ceremony that was starting. It was late in the afternoon and these people were here to watch a woman get healed? Didn't they have lives?
"Where's Sue Ann?" I didn't even notice that she wasn't there. I guess my observation skills left something to be desired.
"House." Sam said matter of factly and we turned and headed towards the old farmhouse without another word. No one seemed to wonder 'what if she wasn't in the house.' What if she was lurking out in the fields or something, chanting all those weird phrases I'd heard in the tent this morning. Ugh I'm going to creep myself out thinking about it like that.
"Go find Sue Ann, I'll catch up." Dean said as I noticed the two cops hanging out on the steps of the front porch.
Sam grabbed my jacket and pulled me off to the side with him, but Dean was going right for the cops.
"Dean what are you-?" Too late. Dean had already yelled at them to get their attention. "Gonna put that fear of God in me?"
What a smart ass. Sam pressed me farther into the bush as Dean ran by with the cops on his tail. I only had a split second to wonder at the lack of warmth that spread through me at Sam's touch compared to Dean's, before Sam was dragging me out of the bushes and around the house. It didn't take us long to find the storm doors to the basement through which light was filtering into the cold night. I assumed that the fact that the light was on is what made Sam think that either Sue Ann or the altar was down there. And if we were lucky they both would be. I quickly looked up at the sound of a dog barking before following Sam down into the warm basement, letting the doors close behind me.
Candles adorned many of the surfaces in this creep show of a basement, but none as much as on the table against the far wall. Black candles, dirt, blood, crosses and even a human skull decorated what I quickly realized was the altar. Sam walked right up to it, but I hung back. I didn't want to get any closer than necessary. This whole black magic business was freaking me out and I wanted nothing more than to get out of this cellar and run screaming into the night...but I didn't. I was looking at the dried and shriveled hand from a distance when Sam picked up the picture that made me step closer. It looked like a picture from the grainy surveillance camera and its main subject was non other than Dean Winchester. That in itself wouldn't be that weird, but the bloody 'X' over his face had a certain sense of foreboding that sent shivers down my body.
"I gave your bother life," I let out a half screech as Sue Ann spoke and scared the shit out of me, "and I can take it away."
Sue Ann Le Grange was not a large woman. In fact she was quiet petite and on the short end of the spectrum. She didn't look like she could hurt a kitten, but the fact of the matter is that she was messing with black magic. And I'm not going to lie, I was really scared. Sam on the other hand didn't seem affected by her or her words. As a matter of fact practically growled at her as he tipped over the altar and scattered her hard work all over the dirty basement floor. I jumped back to avoid being hit by anything but when I looked up Sue Ann was gone and Sam was rushing to the door.
I never would have thought that there was a door in existence that could hold Sam Winchester, but whatever Sue Ann did to those cellar doors Sam could not open them. I stood anxiously behind him, at the base of the steps, as he put all his strength into opening those doors and Sue Ann was going on about how Dean was wicked or something.
Sam almost barreled me over as he rushed to the other side of the basement and pulled the dryer vent out of a boarded up window, then swiftly knocked the board out of the window. I don't know what he planned to doing with that window. His broad shoulders definitely wouldn't fit through it.
"What are you doing just standing there? Climb out and go open the door." Since when did he become God? As much as I wanted to snap back at him I hesitated. I was scared to go out there by myself now. But I was embarrassed to admit it. Not only was I kind of afraid of the dark, but there was a crazy lady wandering around out there. And if she was desperate enough to delve into black magic to save her husband how desperate would she be to keep us from messing with her plans. That's fine if you think I'm a baby or a big wuss. You know it, I know it. I just didn't want to say it out loud. Then I couldn't deny it anymore. He must have read my mind.
"Look, Lynn, you wanted to be involved in what we do. We tried to keep you from it, but you pushed and pushed and now you're in it. No going back. Its not so interesting anymore huh?"
Why did it feel like he was rubbing my fear in my face? Yeah I was scared, but he didn't have to be a dick about it. Why was he anyway? I figured he would be the more understanding of the two brothers. Maybe he just didn't want me around because of our rocky history, but I'll be damned if he acts like this with me. I never did anything wrong to him. He is the one who left me. Okay no time to remember this. We had to get out of this basement. I had the idea of maybe leaving his ass down here as I climbed up on the dryer and shimmied out the window, but Dean would need his help soon. As mad as I was that irrational fear hit me as I climbed out onto the cold wet ground and stood up. I wanted to run again, but I steeled my nerves and ran back around the house, keeping an eye out for Sue Ann or the cops. I slipped in the mud and got mud all over my butt as I skidded to a halt at the cellar doors. The crazy woman had slid some kind of metal rod into the door handles and that's why Sam couldn't budge the doors. I pulled it out and Sam almost hit me with the doors as he threw them open.
"You find Dean and warn him. I'm going after Sue Ann." He threw something into my freezing hands and then he ran off and left me standing there. I was cold, muddy, and scared and he just left me! With his cell phone no less. What was I going to do with that? Call the cops on the lady who trapped a reaper? Yeah right. I stopped letting my fear instill panic and took a slow deep breath.
Sue Ann is after Dean. I have to warn Dean.
And that's when I stupidly realized why Sam had given me his phone. I could call Dean instead of running around aimlessly looking for him. DUH! I started weaving through the campers as I pulled Dean from the contacts and called his phone. I was to the edge of the parking lot when he picked up.
"Sam! Tell me some good news man!"
"Its Lynn. Where are you?"
"The edge of the parking lot. Under the light posts. Where is Sam?" Of course he'd want to know that. He was on the opposite end of the lot from me and I started jogging over there as I answered.
"He's going after Sue Ann. We found the altar and you are her next target. So stay away from the reaper or whatever." I felt like an idiot saying something like that out loud. If it wasn't so dark out here someone would be able to see how red I was from embarrassment. I vaguely realized that Dean hadn't answered yet as I reached the part of the lot where Dean was located and saw that the lights were going out. My sparse knowledge of the supernatural told me that that was definitely a bad thing as Dean came into my line of vision.
He was looking away from me at something I couldn't see, his phone still pressed to his ear. He suddenly dropped the phone and his stance changed like he was bracing for an attack. But I didn't see the attacker that he so obviously did. The sight of something grabbing Dean and him falling to his knees spurred me to action. Kind of.
I also dropped my phone, ahem, Sam's phone and rushed to Dean as he was being choked or whatever. I couldn't really tell what was happening to him! He just looked like he was in pain and he couldn't breath so it was easy to assume that this reaper or whatever what choking him.
My heart was beating a mile a minute, sending adrenaline pumping through every vein and artery in my body, but it wasn't helping me in this situation. I began swiping at the air in front of Dean, trying to fend off something that I couldn't even see. I probably looked like an idiot. Dean was grunting and groaning in pain now as I turned back to him and tried to shake him out of it. It did nothing but make him aware of my presence as he grabbed me. One hand clutching my forearm and the other clinging to the front pocket of my jeans.
The look on his face was killing me but I didn't know what to do! Oh God what do I do!
"Dean! Come on!" I cried, shaking him again. I wasn't really crying but I could feel my face getting hot and scratchy and I knew I would be soon. The color drained from Deans face and his lips turned blue. He was looking very much like a dead person now except that his eyes where turning white. I've seen plenty of dead people and none of them ever had completely white eyes. The image would have been creepy on anyone, but the fact that it was Dean disturbed me greatly.
The tears finally won the battle and spilled from my eyes as I continually tried to shake Dean. I knew that he was squeezing my arm so hard I was afraid he might break my bone, but I couldn't feel it. And then as if it was truly a miracle, all the color rushed back to his face and the invisible force let go of him. The only way I know this is that he fell back, pulling me down to my knees beside him, and gasped in a huge breath of life giving air. I almost couldn't keep him from falling all the way down onto his back but his grip stayed strong on me and I somehow was able to stay on my knees.
I grabbed his jacket and straightened him up as he caught his breath. "Are you ok?" I practically screamed at him as he coughed.
"I'm...okay...He's gone." He said gasping and coughing between words.
"Oh thank God!" I exclaimed as I pulled him into a hug that I would never have the nerve to do unless he was dying...like now. I wanted to cry for what almost happened. I wanted to cry now that he was okay. I just wanted to cry! But I didn't, thanks goodness. I abruptly realized that his arms were also wound tightly around me, hugging me back. Unfortunately I didn't get to think about it as Sue Ann's cries pierced the night air.
"What have you done?" I heard her exclaim as I reluctantly pulled from Dean's warmth and helped him stand. Dean's hand didn't leave mine as we ran to the tent and found Sue Ann convulsing on the ground, Sam standing a few feet away. The adrenaline was leaving my system and I beginning to feel the cold again. I blushed and let go of Dean's hand as I realized how I must look. Not only was my butt covered in mud, but now the whole front of my jeans from the knees down. What a day...
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