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"Ow! Careful with that!" Dean stated, moving his head up and down, before looking down at his shoulder where Anna was cleaning.
"Oh, you big baby," She stated, lifting her hazel eyes to meet his. "What happened to being a strong man who could handle anything?" She asked, lifting her eyebrows.
He scoffed, and shook his head. "That was before the witch from hell tried to burn me." He stated, moving his eyes to the wound on his shoulder.
She laughed, quietly, and shook her head. "You are something else, you know that?" She asked, though it had been meant as a statement.
He lifted his eyes to hers, and felt the right side of his lips tilt up. "I have many skills, or so I've been told." He remarked, watching her smile, as her eyes moved down to his wound, and then up to his.
"Do those skills involve nearly getting killed?" She asked, stretching a bandage out to stick to his skin.
He searched her face, and let out a soft sigh. "I was worried about you, Anna." He stated, roughly.
She stilled her movements, and shifted her gaze to his, and let her body sag in understanding. "I know." She whispered, her hands stilling on his wound. "I'm sorry, but I wasn't going to lose Becky, not when I knew there was a cure for her."
Dean reached up, and grasped her hand. "You don't have to explain it to me, Anna." He remarked, his voice deep and understanding.
Her eyes searched his, and she nodded with a soft smile. "You still shouldn't have followed me, Dean." She stated, applying the last of the ointment with her free hand.
He shrugged, and groaned as the burn on his back shoulders intensified for a second. "I couldn't let you go alone." He muttered, watching her smile.
She pulled her hands back, and wiped the ointment off her hands. Her posture straightened, and she cleared her throat. "I can handle myself, Dean." She remarked, turning away from him.
Dean sighed, and stood up to grab her, and turned her to face him. "I know you can, Anna, but that's not why I went after you." He responded, his eyes scorching her soul. "I couldn't let you because I…" He began, struggling for words.
She smiled, and saw them in his eyes. "I love you too, Dean." She remarked, softly.
He smiled, and pulled her into his arms, holding her there with all the strength he had. "Is she really your Aunt?" He asked in the silence of the room.
Anna closed her eyes, and groaned. "Yes, please don't hold that against me." She stated, firmly.
He pulled back, and searched her eyes. "I wouldn't dream of it." He answered, leaning down to press his lips onto hers.
She smiled against his lips, and sighed when he pulled back, and she placed her head on his bare shoulder, silently praying that the potion would work on her friend.
~XXX~
"Becky, you don't have to do this." Sam remarked, holding back a groan as Becky placed her hands on his shoulder.
She shook her head, and sighed. "I don't mind, Sam." She responded, waiting for him to brace himself. "Ready?" She asked, watching him nod his head. "Okay," She began, and pushed with all her strength to push his shoulder back into place.
A loud crack sounded in the room, and he let out a small shout before groaning, and rocking forward.
He shook his head, as he picked up his shirt, and slid it on. "Thank you." He remarked, turning to look at her.
She shrugged her shoulders, and watched him carefully. "It was nothing." She stated, shaking her head, moving away from him.
Sam sighed, and reached for her left arm, and gently grasped it, stopping her in her tracks. "I mean it, Becky, thank you." He whispered, watching her face soften, and her eyes lifted to his.
There was a time when her gaze made him cringe, but not today. Her gaze wasn't crazy, but full of kindness, and small hope. "You're welcome, Sam." She whispered, nodding her head, and backed away from his touch, hoping that her heart would not pound out of her chest.
He smiled, and dropped his hand to his side. "You know, you never told me how you met Anna." He remarked, moving his hand towards the door.
She smiled, and bent her head, her blonde hair moving in front of her face until she lifted her face to his. "She found me. I don't know how, but she did." She remarked, moving towards the dresser in the room, absently running her fingers over the edge of it. "She just showed up at my door, and told me that there was something special I was meant for." She added, with a light laugh. "I couldn't believe it when she told me." She added, shaking her head.
Sam smiled, and stepped towards her. "I can." He whispered, causing Becky to turn her head to look at him.
She searched his eyes, and turned her body to face his for a moment, and felt her body shiver inside and out at the gaze. "Why can you believe it now, and you couldn't before?" She asked, after a moment.
Sam sighed, and bowed his head. "Because I didn't want to, Becky," He answered, shaking his head, before lifting his gaze to her. "Becky," He began, stepping closer to her. "I have tried to live a normal life, have normal girlfriends, and when you showed up, I pushed you away because…" He paused, trying to find the right words.
"Because I'm crazy," She finished for him, her smile dimming, slightly.
He shook his head. "You are not crazy, Becky. You're just…different." He remarked, gently.
She shook her head, and lowered her eyes. "Yeah well, it's not enough." She replied, in a carefree tone. "I'll be gone soon, so…" She began, but his hand stopped her from reaching the door.
"No," He remarked, holding out a small pouch.
Her eyes lowered to examine it, but she didn't take it. "What…?" She asked her voice breathless.
He smiled, and lifted her other hand, and placed it in her palm. "It's a cure." He stated, simply.
Her eyes filled with tears, and she started to shake her head. "Why?" She asked, her voice shaking with emotion.
He tilted his head to the side, and caressed her cheek. "Because you are different," He answered, simply.
She swallowed, and lowered her eyes to the pouch. With shaky hands, she opened it, and pulled out a small vile. She stared at the contents, and lifted her eyes to his. "It'll help me?" She asked still full disbelief.
Sam nodded, and smiled. "It will."
She smiled, and clutched it to her chest.
He smiled at her reaction, and motioned to the door. "Anna said milk will help your body absorb the potion." He remarked, gently.
She smiled, and nodded. "Okay," She replied, following him out the door towards the kitchen.
~XXX~
Castiel stood in the doorway of the church, where Becky had led him the day before, and sighed. She had told him of the vision she had of Anna dying in her place, but the vision was going to change, or it had already changed. He smiled, knowing that Becky was safe and so was Anna at the moment.
Stepping further into the broken building, he surveyed the ruble, and determined that a great fire had encompassed the building approximately fifteen years ago, leaving only a few stone walls and burned beams behind.
He slowly walked through the wreckage, and let his eyes take in the sights. It had to be here. It had to be.
The Day Before….
"It should be where the altar had stood." Becky explained, drawing a simple sketch of what he was looking for. "Once the altar lifts, there should be a staircase, and there you'll find it."
Castiel nodded, and shifted his gaze to the tired young woman. "You should rest, Becky." He remarked, watching her shake her head.
"I can't not when Anna is risking her life to save mine, and who knows how long it'll take before she gets back, and I don't have that much time left." She explained, shifting her gaze to the paper in front of them. "Before I go, I want to help Dean and Anna." She continued, closing her eyes. "They need each other."
Castiel nodded, and sighed. "Alright, where do I go from there?" He asked, watching her face contort in determination.
"It should call to you." She answered, lifting her eyes to his. "You're searching for a just cause."
Castiel nodded, and grasped the paper. "If I don't make it in time," He began, laying his hand on her shoulder in a gently gesture. "You are a brave woman, Becky Rosen."
She smiled, and bowed her head, feeling him leave her alone in the library.
Castiel nodded, and lifted the altar at the front of the church. He nodded in satisfaction when the floor revealed a staircase as Becky said it would.
Walking down the steps, he sighed, and snapped his fingers, letting the torches light around him. He bent his head to the side, and in the distance, he heard singing like a choir.
His search was just, and he was hearing his answer.
~XXX~
Becky swallowed the contents of the vile, and down the milk, and set them down on the table. She closed her eyes, and felt the potion work in her body.
Sam watched with a worried expression, and clasped his hands on top of the table. He wanted this to work. He wanted her to live, if for nothing else, but to let him figure out what he was feeling towards her.
He heard Anna and Dean enter the room behind him, but he didn't turn around. He wanted to know if it was going to work.
Becky's eyes slowly opened, and she focused on him with a soft gaze. "I feel it. My body is getting stronger." She shifted her gaze to Anna. "It's working." She remarked, with a smile.
Anna nodded, and jogged to her, as Becky stood up, and Anna pulled her into her arms with a laugh. "I knew it would." She exclaimed, taking a step back. "You need to rest for the rest of the day, to let your strength build up. No more visions, and drink plenty of fluids." She ordered, pointing her finger at her protégé.
Becky rolled her eyes, and laughed with a nod. "Yes, mother." She stated, sarcastically.
Anna laughed, and hugged her once more, before Dean hugged Becky in his fashion, and then watched as Sam was hesitant to hug her, but when he did, she saw why.
Sam was just as affected by Becky's illness as she was, if not more, and the thought made her smile. When Sam pulled back, he turned his head to look at Anna, and in that moment, they both shared something no one else in the room could understand.
They cared for Becky deeply, and losing her would have ripped their souls to shreds.
~XXX~
The singing continued to get louder as he approached the wooden doorway that seemed to be intact despite the destruction above. Lifting his right hand, he felt the power of the wood, and he knew the reason why.
The wood was from a holy tree, and because of the holiness of the tree, the door was protected. He sighed, and reached for the handle.
"Don't, Castiel, you cannot enter."
~XXX~
Hands caressed her shoulders, and she sighed, as she leaned back into his chest.
"Something's worrying you, even after Becky received the cure."
Anna sighed, and leaned her head back against his shoulder. "How can you tell?" She asked, feeling Dean's arms wrap around her body.
"Because I feel it," He answered, as she hummed in agreement.
"The whole Mark connection thing is a real bummer sometimes." She stated, placing her hands on his hands resting on her stomach.
He chuckled, and turned his face to kiss her temple. "Not my fault," He returned, though he knew part of it was.
She hummed, and shook her head. "I can't help but feel as if something is coming. Something…dangerous….dark…" She whispered, her eyes becoming distant. Her eyes widened, and she gasped.
"Anna!"
They turned to find Becky standing in the hallway with Sam running behind her. Anna rushed to her friend, and grasped her upper arms. "Becky, what is it? Why aren't you resting?" She asked, but before she could go further, Becky's eyes turned a pale white, and Anna shook her head.
"It's coming. It's coming for Dean." Becky whispered, her voice shaking.
Anna shook her head, and realized her dream was coming true, but still she had to ask. "What is coming?"
Becky shifted her gaze to Dean, who was swallowing hard, and stiff, as if ready for battle. "Darkness," She answered, her eyes fading back to their original color. "He will kill you." She whispered, shaking her head. "Dean will kill you, like before. You will die, Anna." She heartbreakingly added.
Anna swallowed, and turned to face Dean, who was staring at the young Oracle with fear reflecting in his eyes.
Her nightmare was coming true.
Again
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I'm trying to wrap up this story, so that means only three or two chapters left! I hope you'll be happy with the ending of this story! I hope to have it wrapped up in the next few days!
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