Life as we know it
Notes
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CHAPTER 12
I will fix you
Twenty four hours since Dean was found dead, twenty four hours and Marie could still hear Sam's muffled cries through the bedroom walls. She could hear Bobby on the phone shouting drunkenly, he wanted to find John, he needed answers and John would at least have some sort of memory of what happened that's what Bobby hoped for.
Marie had been feeling a dull buzzing inside her, strong emotions was a clear trigger and hearing Sam's pain made it worse. She stared out of the bedroom window it was windy and dull, she held her hands over her ears in an attempt to drown out Sam's crying and Bobby's shouting. The cast on her right hand suddenly cracked, Marie's eyes widened and she analysed the cast before slowly peeling it off her skin. She stretched out her fingers and moved and twisted her wrist, there was no pain or swelling just as if a break never happened. Marie's wrist was healed.
Marie gave out a shaky breath, she was scared and panicked she sprinted to the bedroom Sam was in and thumped on the door.
Sam opened the door slowly his eyes were blood shot and his hair was matted, Marie felt a pang of pain when she seen Sam almost guilty for disturbing him.
'Sam… umm sorry for disturbing you but…ummm
'Spit it out Marie'. He said flatly and uninterested
Marie shifted uneasy and broke eye contact 'my cast fell off, actually it broke off'. She lifted her right hand to show him. Sam held Marie's wrist and turned it and rubbed his thumb along the skin and joint, he added more pressure to see if Marie's wrist had healed.
She felt slight warmth grow in her stomach, Sam was so gentle the way he was inspecting her previous injury, he frowned and looked at her with questioning eyes.
'Did this just happen now? How do you feel? He seemed less uninterested now.
'Yes it just happened and to be honest I just don't feel right, I'm scared shitless Sam'.
Sam held his bedroom door open gesturing Marie to go in, she shyly moved passed him as he shut the door. Marie sat on his single fold out bed.
Spread all over the bed and the floor were research on strange weather occurrences and tracking spells. He was tracking the Demons that were responsible for Dean's death.
'I thought Bobby was…
'I'm staying out of his way, for now at least he keeps pushing me to give Dean a hunter's funeral, I just can't think of that right now, I just can't'. Sam was broken, his voice shaky and quite. Marie again felt the uneasy buzz and anger which she was trying so hard to control.
'So are we goanna talk about your broken wrist?
Marie took in a deep breath; she was scared in case Sam and Bobby would be wary and angry at her. She knew very little of Nephilim's and she was avoiding doing any sort of research on them, just like when you research an illness and the results are bad or worse, she avoided it as much as she could, but she had to know what was happening to her eventually.
'well it's my mutant powers' Marie giggled nervously not making eye contact with Sam, she often did this, eye contact was her weakness especially with the Winchesters. Their eyes would burn into Marie when they spoke to her, must be a hunter thing. They both were very observant and they could figure someone out in a lie in no time even though they couldn't always tell if each other were lying. They were also very observant in body language which made Marie on edge sometimes. Sam now was looking at her this way.
'You healed yourself, Marie this could be a good thing'.
'How's that a good thing, I can't control it. Maybe I need to talk to Bobby; I have to know what is happening with me'.
Sam rubbed the back of his head; he stood up pacing the floor and Marie could tell that he the wheels in his head were turning, his eyes brightened slightly.
'You can heal Dean, you can bring him back. You did it before'.
'What! Sam I want to bring him back so badly, I miss him and I know you and Bobby are feeling like utter shite. But….i….can't bring dead people back. I just can't'
Sam's eyes now pleading as he sat down and took Marie's hands into his own.
'You brought Dean back before, you feel different now because you are starting to gain more abilities you can do this now I know you can, Marie please help'.
Marie pulled away from Sam and stood up. 'I'm not a performing monkey, you are supposed to help me, you promised, you are supposed to get me home safe and away from all this, but you just want to use me'.
Marie was angry, her body started to vibrate from inside as her anger grew, the floor around her started to creak and snap, the walls made a sound as if it was snapping. Cracks started to appear around the ceiling. Sam's eyes widened, he stood up and backed against the wall.
Marie! You need to…..
'I need to WHAT! Sam, you need to shut UP!
Sam moved slowly forward with his hands held up in defence. 'Marie calm down, please calm down look around you'.
Marie looked at the way Sam moved, he looked scared, she took in her surroundings and seen the damaged she had done to the walls and floor. Her eyes widened when she realised what she had done.
'Oh god, oh god!
Sam pulled Marie in an embrace to calm her, he didn't want another episode, and she shook into his arms and buried her face into his chest.
Bobby hearing the noise stomped upstairs and swung open the bedroom door.
'What in the love of all things is happening up here?
He stopped dead in his tracks as he surveyed the bedroom, floor boards broken and cracks in the walls and ceiling.
'Can someone tell me what the hell happened!
Sam looked over at Bobby with worried in his eyes, Marie was slowly losing control and Bobby knew the Nephilim side was manifesting. The small amount of damage in the bedroom was just the beginning of what was to come.
Nearly a month since Dean was in darkness, starved, tortured and abused. Jade often came to visit Dean; she used him like a piece of meat. She named him "her man whore" she would cackle in his ear while he was stretched on his back chained to the cage which was his prison.
'Be a good man whore and make me feel good, or I will pull out all you teeth, I will make that pretty boy face of yours so disgusting to look at. After all that's all you have are your looks. You haven't got much up in the brain regent'.
Dean grimaced and tried to turn away when she grabbed his face kissing him forcefully, biting at his lower lips, drawing blood like she always did.
Dean hissed when she bite at him, she made her way down his neck biting over the previous bruises she left there. Dean groaned in pain and again tried to move away with the best of his ability. Jade pulled Dean's hair hard to look up at her, 'Man whore! Be good now for me!
'juusttt…kill meee….kill me'. Dean whispered, the first time he had spoken in 10 days.
Jade laughed so loud it echoed through the empty darkness. 'Oh no no man whore, you are too much fun, and this body of yours will be mine, all mine'
She dragged her nails down his chest. 'hmmmm this body will be good to walk around in. so firm, I could do a lot, maybe I can borrow it for a while, it will be our little secret, we are goanna have a lot of fun, first I'll make the Nephilim my bitch. Oh I bet she would like you on her'.
'Don't …no, leave..her'.
Jade opened her mouth as black smoke poured out and swirled like black waves, it consumed Dean, he felt himself disappear, as if he was in someone else's dream watching, he screamed in his head. "GET OUT…GET OUT…GET OUT!
Bobby slammed an old book on the kitchen table in front of Sam and Marie. 'I only ever told Dean what I found on some of the Nephilim lore, you were too busy hunting Vampires, with John. So I'm telling you now'.
Sam opened the heavy book at the page folded down in which it said….
Near-Mortal Nephilim favours their mortal parents. They are mostly similar to their mortal kin in both mind and body with some abilities and instincts this can occur during "emotional stress". Physically there is few or no indication that the individual is anything but normal.
Balanced Nephilim is balanced between their kins, and has both free will and good amount of power. There are likely number of definite traits and instincts that draw them toward their inhuman side. Physically they tend to have at least few indications about their non-mortal parentage such as change in eye colour and strength, but the amount can vary between individuals.
Transcended Nephilim favours their immortal kin or has only a minor amount of mortal blood. Physically and mentally they are close to their immortal parentage in which they can harbour great power although they are able to resist their instinctual traits better than their parent.
'There is biblical texts also, says that Nephilim are giants of old and they were offspring of the watchers, too much damn lore to read, my head hurts thinking about it'. Bobby said in annoyance, he was angry and tired.
Sam rubbed his face, he wasn't concentrating much on the words, he just kept thinking of Dean and his dad, and as much as he wanted to help Marie he was distracted by his grief.
Marie stared at Sam, he looked destroyed, she felt guilt, fear, grief and anger all at once and the constant buzzing in her gut. Her emotions were erratic.
'Do you think it's the emotional stress that caused my outburst to happen?
Both Bobby and Sam nodded. 'I think Dean's death caused it, we are all feeling pretty emotional, and I guess we all handle it in our own way'. Sam's voice was strained with grief and exhaustion.
'I'll do it, I will try to fix him, I can try to bring him back, I can….
'Thank you' Sam leaped up and pulled Marie in a tight hug before she could finish what she was saying.
Bobby smiled. 'Well let's get to it'.
'hmmmmm I like how you feel Dean' Jade moved Deans body like he was a new toy to be played with. She stretched and cracked knuckles. She walked out of the warehouse killing some of her own kind, Stealing clothes to wear as Deans own clothes were blooded and ripped, apart from his leather jacket, oh she wore that jacket.
'Sorry guys, no one must know I have him, plans change and I don't like to follow rules' she cackled on the way out, I have a Nephilim to kill'.
Marie, Bobby and Sam stood waiting to speak to Dr Conway; they were hoping to see Dean again.
'Sorry but Dr Conway is off on holiday' the receptionist said while typing on her computer.
Sam put on his puppy dog look, 'could you please get someone to take us we really need to see him, please!
The receptionist melted at Sam's look and picked up the phone calling for Dr Raymond, as they all waited nervously in the lobby, hoping they could go see Dean.
After what seemed like an eternity Dr Raymond showed, he didn't look pleased.
'Ok I take it you are the Winchester family; usually we don't allow viewing of the deceased when there is a police investigation. Also an autopsy hasn't been finished there are some surgical openings, this can be very distressful for any family to witness'.
Sam swallowed dryly, he looked over at Bobby who looked pale and clammy and Marie was wide eyed and scared out her wits.
'Ok doc, just take me to my brother'.
The Dr just shook his head and led the way.
Once in the morgue, Dr Raymond grabbed files, he opened the draw gingerly and uncovered the sheet, to reveal a completely different body.
'That's not my brother! Sam snapped.
The Dr frowned and looked at the files. 'It says here Dean Winchester born January 24th 1979 died August 13th 2005. It's all here, police report health records.
Bobby picked up another file that was lying on a desk. He frowned while reading over it.
'Well here is another file that says John Doe born January 24th 1979, where the hell is this guy?
The Dr took the file and read over it, 'this man was cremated this morning; he had no family so the state cremates any Jane and John Does that can't be accounted for'.
Sam gave out a chocking sound and Bobby grabbed the Dr by his collar. 'You mean to tell me you mixed up the bodies, you cremated my kid you sonovabith!
Marie gasped and felt burning in her gut; she looked at Sam who was ready to breakdown and kill someone at the same time. 'Sam! I feel… I feel like…I need to get out'.
Marie! Wait! Sam called out.
Marie ran out of the morgue and bolted down the hall way towards the exit, as she passed through the hall the light bulbs burst as she passed leaving nurses shocked and confused. All eyes seemed to be o her.
She burst out of the exit and fell on her knees, she needed to breath, she felt so much anger and rage that her body started to glow; she closed her eyes to try and calm down. Then she heard a voice.
'Hello sweetheart'
She snapped her eyes open and looked up.
'Dean!
Notes
Hey hope you enjoyed this chapter, sorry it took a wee while to update, been a hectic few weeks, working lots.
Let me know what you think. xxxx
