Shh, Ally it's okay, I won't let this happen, I'll get us out.
I refused to listen. My throat felt raw and my eyes burned.
Ally, baby, please you have to stop.
I was beyond reason, beyond consolation
Ally, you're going to hurt yourself, He growled.
I smashed my chair against the door, the metal frame tortured and scratched. My hands bled, healed and then I hit the door again, breaking open the sensitive skin once more. I'd managed to get free of my bonds after Sam and Castiel had left only to discover that I was locked in the room and without my lock picking tools or even the bobby pin I normally had concealed in my hair, I couldn't get out of the room but I was making damn sure they knew I was unhappy.
Screaming, swearing, cursing them to the foulest depths of Hell and destroying everything. I felt like a wild animal, a feeling I hadn't had since that night in the bar when I had went postal on the patrons. And that was a temper tantrum, PMS, compared to the maelstrom of fury I felt now. I was angry at Sam, Castiel, Crowley and finally myself, for not being strong enough to get out of here. Dean had been pleading and ordering me to stop, but I was too far gone.
I'd always stayed calm and collected, I had to. Because ever since the night I had come home to find my brother dead and then lost my hunting team, a second family that I hadn't even known I would ever have again, I'd become unhinged. It was only slight, manageable, easily satiated by hunting. But then Dean came along and he fed that hunger. That hunger for violence, chaos and murder. It had been getting worse for years, months and then I was bonded to a demon who felt the same temptations but he didn't smother them, he let them have free reign. While he fueled the crazy fire in my head, he also calmed it, fed it, and slaked the thirst that ate me alive. And now those sons of bitches were going to take that away. Not if I had anything to say about it and believe me, I had plenty to say.
The chair was beyond recognizable now and I threw it across the room with an angry howl and started pacing, clenching and unclenching my hands as I slowly felt my brain descend even farther. Dean was becoming agitated in response to my bloodlust, feeding his own and he was struggling to keep a clear head, finally he had to put his foot down.
Ally, enough. You need to calm down.
Why? I hissed. Why should I?
Because they're going to think you're insane and will never let you out. He tried to reason.
I don't care! I won't let them separate us! Damn it all Dean. How the fuck did this happen to me? I was just a normal hunter, nobody looked at me twice or cared if I was alive or dead and I was happy with that. Then you blew into my life and messed up everything. Don't get me wrong, I really really like you but everything is so confusing now. I'm a prophet, mated to a demon, being interrogated by a hunter and angel. I just don't know what to do anymore.
My thoughts were broken and I slid down to the floor with my back against the wall. I can't lose you, I've lost everything in my life, and I can't lose you to. My body shook with sobs and fought to swallow the tears that made my eyes burn, exhaustion finally settling into my limbs.
Dean sighed and held me close, breathing through my thoughts. They can't force us apart Ally, at least not permanently. I will always be here but you need to stay calm. I know this is painful but we can't get out of it unless we keep our heads.
I just sat there for a minute before nodding. A small growl chose that moment to bubble through my gut and I sighed heavily. Getting to my feet, I walked to the door and rapped it sharply with my knuckles.
"Oi Winchester! You just gonna let me starve down here or what?" I snapped.
That's my girl, Dean said proudly.
/
A day or two passed while I rotted in that bunker. Sam would bring me a meal a couple times a day; he'd refuse to talk to me, just sat the plate down and left. Dean and I would play 20 mental questions. Castiel would sometimes pop in and stare at me with a perplexed look before popping back out, he was strange and Dean agreed with me. I had had to throw a chair at Sam before he would let me out to use the bathroom and shower. Even though my hands were always bound and he was ready for anything, I could have fought back but Dean and I had decided not to. For the moment, we were safe in the Men of Letter's bunker so we were content to play prisoner. They pretty much ignored Dean and he explained that it was because a while back Sam had tried to cure him. A ceremony with sanctified blood and a bunch of Latin but it hadn't worked, so Sam and Castiel had, for the moment, given up on him. He said they had sworn to kill him last time but since he was bound to me, they couldn't, so they fed him when they did me but otherwise ignored him.
On the fourth day, I was lying on my back in the cell; Dean was making me laugh during the telling of a blonde joke when Sam and Castiel opened the door. I stopped laughing and looked at them. They didn't know that Dean and I communicated telepathically yet, a secret we wanted to keep in case it gave us an advantage.
When the two walked in with bowls and ingredients in their hands, I tensed before forcing myself to relax. "Hey, guys what's up? We having a bake sale or something? Sorry, would love to help but I'm afraid I left my Easy Bake oven in my car."
"We are placing the spell to distance you from Dean." Castiel stated.
I sighed and looked back up at the ceiling, my arms folded behind my head, "I already told you, I haven't been brainwashed or anything. I don't want to be separated from him, why can't you two listen to anything I say?"
Sam walked over, wrapped a hand around my arm and tugged me to my feet. Though I mentally protested the contact, I allowed it without fuss along with the hand cuffs that bound my wrists together in front of me. The cuffs were connected to a chain the ran through a loop on the floor, the metal links were drawn tight so that I couldn't move very far in any direction. I didn't like being chained but at Dean's insistence, allowed it to happen. I knew he didn't like this anymore than I did but we couldn't do anything to stop it, we could only let it happen.
Soon they were writing out symbols with chalk and paint, next they were chanting in some old, dead language nobody should know and then they took a drop of blood from me, mixing it with the other stuff in a wooden bowl. Castiel and Sam crowded my body and Dean had to mentally restrain me to keep from lashing out as Sam held out my arm while Castiel drew three symbols on my skin with the blood wet mixture. My limbs began to shake, my head hurt, my eyes watered and then Castiel murmured one last chant.
A short scream wrenched itself from my throat before stopping abruptly and I fell sideways to the ground in a heap. Vision swirling, ears wringing, I fought to stay conscious. I could feel Dean yelling for me and then he faded. He was still there but blocked, behind a wall, inside my head. Tears leaked slowly and quietly from my eyes as I curled in on myself, wrapping arms around my torso and gasped for air. My head had never felt so empty before, so alone. Sam tried to communicate with me, saying something about for my own good, but I ignored him. Finally, they cleaned up the ritual, unchained me and left.
Dragging my body into the furthest corner of the room and pulling myself into a sitting position was hard, but I managed. Keeping ahold of my sanity was harder but I managed that too. Finding the strength within myself to not collapse and to not fall into that dark hole waiting for me was the hardest thing I've ever done. But I was hunter; I was strong and I could proudly say that I've never given up and today wasn't the day I would ruin that track record. I drew myself up with a resolve that I had forgotten that I had and with my legs crossed, my back straight and my hands resting on my knees, I closed my eyes to meditate. Since all this shit had happened my life had been moving too fast for me, not giving me the time I needed to delve within my heart and mind and find peace, but now with nothing pressing, I took a deep breath, dove right in and got to work.
It was hours, maybe a day, before I opened my eyes once more. Meditation always led to a sort of stasis for my body, a resting yet aware state of being. Most hunters used alcohol and a combination of will power to hold themselves together but I had found another method, meditation and mental tranquility. I used it when my mind was swirling and unfocused or when my body was cracking under the strain of the life I led and I always found the strength to keep moving afterwards and today was no different. Serenity settled into my mind with every breath I took. Next, I needed control. Control over the visions and the power I now held as a prophet. I would master these abilities and utilize them because if I didn't they would control me and run me into the ground face-first. I had to go deep, past the shallow surface and into the core of me to find it, a spark, the Word of God. I inhaled. I exhaled. Here we go.
/
It took days but I never stopped or awakened. Sam and Castiel returned and tried to rouse me but I would not move, I would not wake even to eat. Sam became worried and Castiel checked my body. His words were awed and hushed when he explained to Sam what was happening.
"She has entered the Desert." He said.
"The Desert?"
"When a prophet is chosen, it was first decided that they would be taken on a pilgrimage to the Desert by the angels, where they would decipher and translate the word of God."
"So like what Kevin did with the tablets?"
"No, Kevin Tran struggled with the tablets because he did not go to the Desert and it caused a great toll on his body and soul when he read them. Weakened him. The prophet before him, Chuck, fought against the Word within him and he suffered because of it. But this girl, this hunter, she has voluntarily made the journey and into the Desert where she resides now."
"But I thought she had to be taken there by an angel, she hasn't left this room."
"The Desert is not a place, it is a state of being; a realm that a prophet's soul must travel too. A human does not possess the strength of will or mental focus to make this journey alone so they are guided by angels, without them, the human would become lost and fail, eventually dying and losing the Word. It is a difficult process. What she is doing now, in this moment, should be impossible."
"You're saying that she is doing something that, normally, without the strength of an angel, would be impossible."
"Yes. The guidance of more than one angel is usually required."
"But she's doing it alone?"
"Yes and that is what's so astounding Sam. She, an average human, has gone somewhere, is doing something that angels have a difficult time with accomplishing."
"So she's in this desert, what's she doing?"
"She is accepting the Word of God into her heart and soul." Castiel made it sound like a monumental and divine deal.
"So what do we do?" Sam questioned uncertainly after a moment.
"We protect her body so that when her soul returns from the desert, it will be able to find its vessel and we wait."
They waited.
/
Seven days. Seven days is how long I spent in that realm, absorbing and accepting the Word of God into my mind, body and soul. For seven days my soul remained in that desert until my job was finished. At the end of that week, I opened my eyes, finally back in my body.
I was in my cell but this time I was on a bed, more of a cot really, on my back, head on a pillow with a thin blanket thrown on top of me. The ceiling above me was drab and dusty and I just stared at it for a few minutes before a rustling sound drew my eyes to the side. Sam Winchester was sitting in a chair next to my bed, nose buried in a book, completely absorbed. I smiled and raised a hand to flick the binding, making it pop lightly against his nose. He screwed up his face and looked over at me, affronted. I laughed.
"God, Dean was right, you really don't pay attention when you read. How have you survived as a hunter this long?" I felt light, lighter than I had in months.
"Ally, you're awake, hold on." He dug in his jeans, setting his book on the floor and pulled a phone. He shot off a quick text, most likely to Castiel, and then sat the device on the book. He leaned forward, eyes canvassing my face. "How are you feeling? Any pain?"
"Nope, I just really need to pee and I would kill for some food." I sighed, trying to sit up. I frowned when I couldn't, my body just giving a weak flop. "What the hell?" I tried again and was just barely able to lift my head.
"You're weak, you should probably stay on the bed." Sam put a gentle hand on my shoulder, restraining me.
"Yeah well screw that, I need to piss now help me up Moose."
He pursed his lips but did what I said, placing a hand behind my shoulder blades and easing me into an upright position. Waving away the hand offered, I swung my legs over the side and placed my feet on the floor. With a deep breath, I pushed myself to my feet and gasped, falling over when my legs refused to hold me. Sam caught me and placed me on my feet again. He refused to move so I held onto his arm with a death grip and tried to take a step. My knees buckled.
"Fucking A!" I snapped. Already I felt exhausted and that fueled my irritation.
Sam sighed in exasperation, "Now I see why you and Dean bonded so well, you're both stubborn as hell."
"Yeah well that stubbornness has served me well in the past so you can just shut it." I tried another step and swore once again when I couldn't. I could practically feel Sam roll his eyes in annoyance. He quickly crouched down in front of me giving me his back.
"Uh, what are you doing?"
"Just shut up and hop on." He sighed.
I grumbled for a moment but complied, it was better than him throwing me over his shoulder so I pressed against him, wrapping my arms around his neck hesitantly. He scooped his arms under my legs and then rose to his feet. Damn this guy was tall.
"Huh." He sounded surprised.
I growled, "What?"
"You're lighter than I expected, you seriously need to eat more."
I blushed, "Oh shut up. Honestly what's up with you and Dean worrying about my weight, jeez?"
He laughed and I blushed harder, thumping him on the shoulders. He took me out of my room and was about to take me to the closest bathroom when I tugged him to a stop. I was staring at a door that was right beside mine. From within I heard bangs and crashes, muted by the thick door and layers of concrete. The rigidness in Sam's shoulders told me exactly what was behind that door.
"I want to talk to him."
"No."
"Why not? He's my mate and I want to talk to him. The bond is cut off and I can't feel him anymore so that means he probably can't feel me either. He's been freaking out hasn't he?" Sam's silence was answer enough. "Oh for the love of – you haven't even told him that I'm okay have you? Let me guess, he isn't happy."
Sam spoke quietly, "When we cut you off, he was fine at first, calmer than the last time I saw him. But a day passed and when he asked about you, we refused to tell him. We couldn't let him know what was going on. And then you went to the Desert and I think he knew something was happening but we didn't tell him. He broke out of his restraints and started destroying the room. We had found a locking spell months ago that we had placed on his room before we found you so he can't get out. We haven't been able to get in to him without him trying to rip our heads off."
"So let me in to talk to him. I can calm him down."
"No, he might hurt you or take you hostage." I flicked him hard on the back of the head. "Ow! What was that for?"
"Listen up Winchester, your brother is my mate, the other half of my soul actually so you can't keep us away from each other. I keep him calm and human-ish, while he protects me. This little wall of yours you placed in my mind isn't going to last long and the longer you keep us apart, the more violent and demonized he's going to become. Let me talk to him. You and your angel friend can stay in the room and keep an eye on us if you want but you have to let me talk to him and I will show you that he isn't a danger or threat to me."
"He's a demon Ally!" Sam snapped.
"Not to me!" I retorted. "Now open that damn door and let me see him."
Sam grumbled but relented, "Not until Castiel gets here. In the meantime, you need to eat and take a shower."
"You saying I smell?"
"I'm saying that I'm getting tired of holding your grumpy ass."
I pulled on his hair; he pretended to drop me, making me scramble for a hand hold which made him laugh. I scowled and butted him with my forehead. He ignored me this time and resumed our trek to the closest bathroom. Once there, he gently sat me down and left, shutting the door behind him. I knew he was waiting just outside so that if I fell again he could get to me but I was determined not to need him. I took care of my bladder problem and then turned on the shower. I wanted to stay and soak but my legs were weakening and I could barely hold myself up. I found an old bar of soap that smelled like Dean. I found it cute that Sam had kept his brother's soap, maybe holding out hope that his older brother would return and would want it. I washed down with it and rinsed. By the time I managed to get out and wrap a towel around myself, my legs would no longer support me so I sat on the closed toilet seat.
My knees were trembling and my hands shook. I took a shuddering breath. The time meditating and accepting God's Word had really taken it out of me. The lights above my head buzzed slightly. My hair was dripping puddles on the floor and my skin was chilled but I didn't move.
"Ally?" Sam knocked on the door gently before opening it a crack though I hadn't told him he could come in. I felt like reprimanding him but couldn't find the motivation to do so. He knelt in front of me with worry creasing his brow, hands resting softly on the tops of my knees. I gave a weak smile to reassure him. My hair was still dripping and I was shivering. Without saying anything, he stood and grabbed another towel from the bathroom cabinet. He had to bend over slightly but he gently started to pat my hair dry.
If it was anyone else, I would have snapped or lashed out, would have thought they were coming on to me but not Sam. I hadn't known him long and didn't really like him all that much but I was starting to trust him. The hands that ran the towel over my hair weren't flirtatious or anything, the touch actually reminded me of my brother; safe and comforting in a familial way. Gradually my eyes drifted shut and I leaned into the touch. My chest started to vibrate in a soft but audible purr. Sam's hands froze for a moment in surprise but he kept drying before I really noticed.
Eventually he sat the towel down, my hair now reasonably dry and looked at me. I was wrapped in my towel and slightly drowsy. He frowned slightly and an answering one crept on to my face.
"What?" I asked. Why was he frowning at me, not angrily, it was more of a perplexed look in a way.
"Have you always, you know, purred?" He gestured at me with his hand and I blushed, shaking my head.
"No, it started after Dean and I were bonded. He does it to but not as often. It only happens when I'm really relaxed and happy and he sometimes responds to that." I looked at the ground, feeling shy.
He chuckled softly and I looked up in surprise. He wasn't teasing me, he seemed amused but not in a mean or mocking way and I answered with a small smile.
"Hard to believe my brother can purr." He laughed again. I snorted delicately.
"Yeah, well, there's probably a lot you don't believe about him right now huh?"
He looked at me for a moment before saying, "You really do care about him don't you?"
I quirked my eyebrow at him, "Well duh, it's what I've been trying to tell you since I got here. And I know what you're gonna say but I truly believe that Dean cares about me as well."
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "Alright, I'll take you to see him; I don't know if it's a good idea but if you say it is then I suppose I'll have to trust you."
I grinned and he smiled back. I realized right then that I was practically nude but I really didn't want to put on those old dirty clothes. Sam read my expression and delved into the cabinet where he had gotten the towel and pulled out a forest green robe. I managed to stand up and he held the robe up, head turned pointedly away. I appreciated the privacy as I allowed the towel to slip to the floor and I fit my arms through the sleeves, I didn't have to ask him to help me tie it, he could see my hands were shaking too bad to do anything. The robe was a quite a few sizes too large and still held a whiff of Dean's scent.
He went to pick me up but I shook my head, I had recovered some strength so I opted to walk on my own, my arm wrapped around his waist in a death grip. It was slow going with me stumbling every once in a while but eventually we made it to the room where Dean was being held. Castiel the angel was standing outside the door, backwards tie loose around his neck. I had never thought an angel would look so unkempt and human before. I smiled at him and took it him by surprise. I guess I could understand that. The last time I spoke to him I was cursing him six ways to Sunday. When we stepped closer to the door he went to stop us but at Sam's reassuring nod, he dropped his hand and allowed us to pass.
Wood shattering could be heard from within along with the occasional growl of frustration. I could just picture my mate, eyes black and feet pacing. I took a deep breath and nodded that I was ready; Sam reached out and opened the door wide and helped me walk through.
The room was a mess of wood chips and broken table legs. A Devil's trap on the floor was slightly scuffed at the edge and the dim room was lit by a single bulb. That was all I got to see before strong arms swept me up and away from Sam. I instantly pressed my face into Dean's neck with my arms wrapped securely around him, my bare feet dangling above the floor, his nose buried in my damp hair and inhaling deeply. He was doing exactly what I was doing, breathing my scent in, filling his chest up with it until it was all that mattered.
The hunter and angel in the room were completely ignored as Dean held me close. Within my chest a loud purr erupted and Dean's answered back, deep and comforting. He walked us away from the door and sat on the floor where there weren't any wood splinters. He set his back against the wall and I curled up on his lap, head on his chest, his arms wrapped around me. The violence that had been coursing through his blood faded and his body relaxed. I felt somewhat lost at the fact that I couldn't hear his thoughts or send him my own and I sniffled.
Dean heard the sound and gently pulled my chin up so I could meet his eyes. In those crystal green orbs I saw everything I had been craving since we were separated. Safety, desire, and affection. He pressed feather light kisses to my forehead, cheeks and eyelids before bring my hand up from where it curled on his chest and kissing my knuckles and fingertips. I smiled softly at the show of affection. I took my hand from his and pulled his face closer to kiss him on the lips. He smiled against mine and I closed my eyes, reveling in the feel, scent and taste that was all Dean, my mate. My hand was pressed over his heart and I felt the thumping beat, mine in sync with his.
I broke away and whispered softly, "I missed you Dean."
He pressed another kiss to my lips. "I missed you too baby. I've been going crazy in here without you." I knew he meant both the room and his head; I had been feeling the same way. "Those bastards wouldn't tell me if you were okay or not and I was so worried." He gently pulled back and looked into my eyes with a slight frown, he didn't miss the slight shaking of my hands or the paler pallor of my skin or the dark circles under my eyes. I had looked in the mirror in the bathroom and knew I looked terrible.
"Ally, what is wrong? You're weak and you've lost weight."
I scowled. "You know, I've always been on the curvy side but I'm in shape and now all of sudden everyone's telling me I'm skinny like its bad thing. I don't care about my weight as long as I fit into my favorite jeans but damn, give it a rest."
"It is a bad thing if it's noticeable and it occurred in only a week and a half." He scolded. His eyes darted up to look over my shoulder. I turned slightly and saw that Sam and Castiel were still there. Dean's hold on me tightened.
"What the hell guys? You couldn't have been bothered to feed her? Or," he looked down at the robe I was wearing, "get her some decent clothes. I let you separate us for a week and already you ass clowns are screwing up."
"Dean, it's not exactly their fault-" his growl interrupted me and had me falling silent, eyes wide. He was in full on, over-protective alpha mate mode now and I wasn't going to be the one stupid enough to tell him what to do, although, judging by the way he was glaring at his brother and the angel, I might have to.
"Look Dean, it isn't Sam's fault. Ally made the journey to the Desert and could not be interrupted, if we had, her soul would have been in danger."
I blanched at the clear words spoken by Castiel and Dean's arms tightened even more. I could feel his eyes on me but I kept my head down, eyes in his lap.
"Ally," He growled. I didn't look up. He said it again, the warning clear in his voice, "Ally."
Shit. "Thanks a lot Castiel, now I'm in trouble." I looked into Dean's eyes, hands held up in the classic 'but wait I can explain,' motion, "It was a prophet thing." His eyes darkened, "I had a really good reason, I swear!"
A surge of power blew through the room and sent Castiel and Sam reeling back while I just winced and tried to make myself smaller. Oh yeah, he was definitely pissed.
"Dean!" exploded Sam but I hastily waved him back. If anyone but me tried to talk to Dean right now, he'd rip their throats out.
"It's fine Sam. Just chill." Dean's eyes flicked black then green and I glared. "What did I do now?"
"Sam?" he demanded incredulously. "Since when is he Sam? What happened to motherfucker, dick bag and bastard?"
"Since he helped me. After the prophet thing I was too weak to move so he helped me get to the shower and everything, so I just-"
Another blast wave of power crashed down, making my ears ring. Sam and Castiel were both on their hands and knees on the floor and Dean's mouth was tight and I grumbled. I knew where I screwed up this time.
"He helped you shower?" Each word was enunciated slowly and I groaned to myself.
"Jesus Christ Dean, I didn't see anything, she's like a little sister at best. Not to mention to violent for my taste." Sam expelled from behind me. "All I did was help her to the bathroom and back."
"You want to shut up now Sam." I requested tightly. Dean was about five seconds from killing the two of them and dragging me out of here. "Dean, he had to help me, I couldn't walk without face-planting."
"And why were you so weak to begin with again? Oh yeah because you did something stupid."
"Not stupid, necessary! I had to get control over this prophet thing."
"Control? How could you possibly control it?"
"By accepting the responsibility." I snapped. "By doing what I have to as a damn prophet of the Lord. I had to do this Dean."
"No you didn't, you were doing fine! I've seen one prophet burn out and nearly die because he tried to do this job Ally, I'm not going to let that happen to you too!" There was a sense of finality in his voice that made me shiver. Shit.
Dean's hand rose to take a firm grip on the back of my neck, right on the mark, I could've moved away before he grabbed me (maybe) but I figured the smartest thing right now would be to not make him even more pissed.
"You endanger your life and then defend the ones who kept that from me? You are in a world of shit Ally." He hissed lowly. Crap. Think Ally think. Ugh I hated playing this card but I think that at this point, it was justified.
I let my body go limp and pliant and sniffled, "I'm sorry Dean, I thought it would be best." I looked up at him and pulled out the big guns, big, round puppy eyes, complete with wet sheen and quivering lip; the perfect picture of demure and submissive mate. And he was not buying it.
He smirked and shook his head, "Nice acting hun, but I ain't buying it this time. Not when you placed your very soul in harm's way. We are going to discuss this and then you are going to make it up to me. But first privacy," He waved his hand at the other two and they started being dragged to the door by an unseen force, as if someone had latched onto their limbs and were pulling them across the floor.
They fought it hard, I'll give them that much. "Dean, stop!" Castiel commanded. Sam was breathing heavily and reached his hand into his pocket to pull out a flask, which I assumed contained Holy water.
I groaned, slapped Dean's hand away and got up from his lap. He allowed me, knowing that I wasn't going anywhere and rose to his feet but remained in place. I walked, carefully avoiding splinters and made my way to Sam and Castiel. Dean released the hold he had on the two and they were able to climb to their feet.
I placed a hand on Sam's chest and shoved him. It was almost pitiful how little it affected him but it got his attention.
"Just leave, I'll be fine. Dean and I need to talk this over alone. You know he won't hurt me."
Sam thought this over before placing the flask in my hand, "Just in case," he said before he walked out the door, placing a hand on Castiel's shoulder and dragging him along. They closed the door on their way out and we were alone. I ran a hand through my hair and tugged slightly, apprehensive about turning around. I tossed to the flask aside with a frown and that was the moment my body said 'fuck you,' and collapsed. I had held myself together long enough to walk across the room and get those two idiots out but the effort effectively sapped what energy I had left. I slowly slid to the floor to rest on my knees and butt, my hands planted on the floor. I breathed hard and swore under my breath.
Hands on my shoulders had me looking up and behind me. Green eyes and tan skin with a smattering of freckles greeted my gaze and I sighed, looking back down.
"I am sorry Dean, not for what I did but for causing you to worry. I knew that if I didn't make the journey, my chances of surviving as a prophet would be greatly reduced in the long run. By going to that place, that Desert, I was able to gain a better understanding on my abilities and learn how to control them better. I'm not used to my body and life being out of my control, you know that, I had to do this so I could at least have control over the visions. I don't regret what I did but all the same, I hope you can forgive me and won't be angry with me."
Silence met my words and then I heard a soft sigh and I was once again lifted into the air and held close in a bridal hold.
"I'm not angry with you Ally, I'm angry at myself. I shouldn't have let this happen but now that it has, I don't know what to do. My life has been pretty straight forward lately, kill, eat, sleep, fuck and kill again but now I don't know what I'm doing or where I'm going."
I thought for a moment before replying softly, "Well you could start by giving your brother and Castiel another chance. Crowley fucked us over Dean, we have nowhere else to go, no one to trust now. And who can you really trust if not family? We need them Dean and from I've learned about them, they need you too."
My eyes roved up to him. His jaw was tense and every now and then his eyes would flicker black for a second. He was thinking it over, debating on our options and finally, "Alright, fine, you're right we need them. But I'll have conditions."
Chapter 11 already! Wow! Hope everyone likes it. Read and review!
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