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Sorry for the short chapters. I'm not trying to rush this story at all.
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I open my eyes to see an unfamiliar roof. I sit up and while I stretch, I scan my surroundings. Everything feels sore, as if I slept for a long time. I hear a shower and see Sam clicking away on his laptop.
"Morning Avi."He says, not looking up.
"Morning." I croak back. My voice sounds like it hasn't been used in a while.
"Sam what day is it?" He tells me the date. I wrack my brain for my last memory and find sitting in Bobby's study after we found out Anna was an angel.
"Sam what happened? Why don't I have any memories for about a 7 week period?" I ask. He turns to me.
"We were on a hunt and you got thrown around a bit. You probably just can't remember those things right now." He says. Having spent enough time with him I can tell when he is lying. I am about to call him out on it when Dean walks into the room, a towel around his waist. He sees me sitting there and his eyes open in surprise.
"Avi, you're awake!" he exclaims. I nod slowly.
"Why are you so surprised?" I ask.
"Well..It's, just, you got knocked around pretty bad. We didn't think you were going to wake up anytime soon." Dean replies, subconsciously rubbing the back of his neck. I groan in frustration.
"Just cut it out. I can tell that you're lying," I point to Sam. "You're lying," I point my other hand at Dean. "So why not just tell me why I can't remember anything?"
"Because we can't!" Dean yells back.
"Bullshit you can't tell me! What the hell happened in the past 7 weeks to make me not remember a damn thing?!" I shout back at him. I can feel my anger rising, and I try to push it down long enough to stay sane. I see Dean slightly flinch at my harsh words, him never hearing me swear before. He looks at Sam and then at the floor.
"Huh? What happened Dean?" I manage to calm down enough to say those words. He let's out a deep breath and looks at me.
"You were gone. We didn't know where you were or what happened to you." He begins. I see a tear starting to glisten in his eye. He continues, "Cas told us where you were and we couldn't get there fast enough. When we found you..." He pauses, swallows, and begins again. "...horrible things had happened to you. We took you back here and Cas fixed you up, said you would have those memories of the horrible things being done to you. He offered to take away your memories of it while he healed agreed." He looks at me and I see a single tear sliding down his cheek. I feel really bad about what's about to come out of my mouth next, but once I get angry enough, there's no stopping the flow of words.
"I hate to kick you while you're down," I manage to get out before everything tumbles out of my mouth. "But you don't get to make that decision for me. You don't get to decide what I do and don't remember!" My voice climbs in volume as I go on. "You should have let me decide for myself if I wanted to remember! You don't get to make my decisions for me! You are not my father!" I scream.
"Maybe not, but you even said, I was the closest thing you had to one!"
"When did I ever say that?!"
"I don't know, maybe you don't remember it!" Dean is clearly hurt by my words and is using his tactic of, if you yell at them they won't see that you're hurt.
"Maybe I would remember if someone hadn't given the okay to take my memories away!" If he wants to play dirty,I can play dirty too.
"You're not even mad about that anymore, you just want a reason to yell at me!" Dean yells. I feel tears start to slide down my cheeks of their own accord. I silently curse at my tears for displaying my weakness to everyone. Sam stands and goes to wrap his arms around me to calm me down, but I smack them away. I climb out of the bed and stand away from them.
"You too Sam. You were apart of it too! Why wouldn't you just leave my memories alone?!" I scream. My voice is beginning to get that croak back to it from screaming so much, but I don't care.
"We were just thinking of you. We were keeping your best interests at heart." How Sam has managed to stay calm is beyond me.
"How do you know what my best interests are?!"Sam starts to say something, but I cut him off. "You don't, so don't go making my decisions for me! You're treating me like a child! Well guess what, I am 15 years old and I can make my own decisions. Or does that come as a shocker to you, who see me as just something to protect until the Apocalypse when she dies." I blurt out the prophecy and both brothers look at me strangely.
"What do you mean?" Sam asks carefully
"What do you think being the Prophetess of the Apocalypse meant?! I am going to die and there is nothing anyone can do to stop it!" More tears stream down my face. "I can't be here anymore." I turn and run out of the motel room. I keep running until I come upon a park. I sit down on one of the benches and place my head in my hands. I try and steady my breathing to calm myself down. I feel a small tapping on my arm and lift my head. A small girl stands there, her large blue eyes reflecting the sunlight making them seem like they are glowing. That along with her blond curls forming a halo around her head, and the simple white dress she wears, she looks like an angel.
"Why are you crying Miss?" She asks.
"Because I was in a fight." I reply. She gets a worried look on her face.
"Are you hurt Miss?" She asks. I shake my head.
"It was a fight with words." I say. I don't understand why I am telling all this to a little girl, but something about her makes me want to tell the truth. She climbs onto the bench beside me.
"Hasn't anyone warned you about stranger danger?" I ask. She smiles and nods.
"All the time, but a nice man in a trenchcoat came and got me from my favorite park and brought me here to cheer you up!" She smiles at me.
"A man in a trenchcoat?" She nods.
"What did your favorite park look like?" I ask, sitting back on the bench.
"It looked like this one, only it was sunny and the swing worked. I could play in it all day and I do. Everytime I ask my grandmother to play even more, she says yes!" I smile down at her, her words sinking in along with everything else. An eternal playground that never changes, Dad bringing her here. I ask one question to validate what I am thinking.
"Did you know your grandmother before you went to this park?"
"No. Mom said she was in a better place when I asked about her and now I believe my mommy. My park is the best ever!" Her words confirm what I was thinking, she was dead and her soul gone to heaven.
"What's your name?" I ask
"Ella." She replies
"Ella how about I get the man with the trenchcoat to come and take you back to your park." She nods. Dad I know what you were trying to do with Ella. Come take her back. We need to talk. I hear a flapping noise and Dad appears behind Ella. I point to him and Ella turns around. She gives me a hug and races towards him. They disappear for a moment, then Dad comes back, alone. He sits down beside me on the bench.
"What do you wish to talk about Avriel?" He asks.
"I want my memories back." I demand, not beating around the bush. He shakes his head.
"They are locked away, only you can unlock them."
"I don't know how. Help me to retrieve them." I can feel the anger mixed with frustration rising again.
"Only you can unlock them, going under hypnosis would work." He offers.
"I don't want to go under hypnosis. I just want to know what happened. Please just help me to understand what happened." Tears are starting to form in my eyes.
"I'm sorry. I can not help you."
"Then take me to Pamela, you know, the one you burnt the eyes out of."
"She died."
"What when?"
"A month ago. I must go now." With a blink and the rustling of feathers he is gone. I run a hand over my face to wipe the tears from it. I blink back the still forming tears and stand. I start to walk. I let my feet take me anywhere. Somehow I end up back at the motel, where Sam and Dean are loading up the impala. I turn away, hoping they don't see me.
"Avi!" Sam shouts. I curse my luck and just keep walking. If I don't turn, maybe they will think they have the wrong person. I hear running footsteps behind me and pick up my pace. A large hand grasps my shoulder and spins me around.
"Avi." I turn away my head so I don't have to look at him. He places a hand under my chin and moves my head to face him. I still shift my eyes to the trees behind him.
"Avi. I just wanted to say I'm sorry." I let out a laugh.
"You think one little sorry is going to make everything better? I have no idea what happened in the last 7 weeks of my life. Do you know what that feels like? To have no idea what happened, no idea if I'm ever going to know what happened. You can't help me, my dad can't help me, no one can help me and it just feels like I'm missing a chunk of myself. I just need to be alone right now. Don't bother to find me." Tears are in full force now and I use both hands to wipe them away. Sam looks hurt, but he nods and turns away. I turn away as well and head in the opposite direction. I think of the training room and push my energy towards it. When I land, the training room seems empty and desolate. I search all areas of the room and the hall towards my room. I even check in my room. Bailiel is nowhere to be found. I start to panic as I head back to the training room. I see a target sitting in the middle of the floor. I walk up and give it a kick, sending it flying across the room. I tip the bookshelf holding more of them to the floor. I do that with all 12 cases. When the final one is laying on the ground in a head of wood and paint, I let out a scream. I fling my books off the table, along with the lamp. I flip the table and both chairs to the ground. I let out another scream and a single tear escapes my eye. I slump against the flipped table and let out all my tears. I just want to go back to before all this happened, go back to that school everyone hated, see my friends again, hell I'd even be happy to see Roberta again. I would give anything for all this to never have happened. Anything at all. After I am all cried out I stand again. I see the training room completely destroyed. Out of habit I behind to clean up. I right the table and chairs, place the books back on the table. When I get to the target shelves however, all the wood is broken. I sink to my knees, ignoring the splinters poking into my knees. I try and puzzle piece the targets back together, but they won't go back together. In frustration I throw a piece against the wall and it hits with a satisfying crash. I look down at my hands and find them glowing slightly blue. I pick up a piece of wood and hold it. It soon starts to smoke and eventually catches fire. I throw it on the ground and stomp it out. I sink back to my knees and start trembling. I will myself to hold back a fresh batch of tears. I throw my hands to my sides and let the energy fly out. I feel my body tiring fast, but keep going. I stop to catch my breath and a voice from behind me speaks,
"You'll push yourself too hard if you keep doing that." I turn and see Bailiel leaning against the door frame, holding his side. His skin is pale and he sways slightly in place. I stand up and brush the wood off my knees.
"Bailiel what happened to you?" he opens his mouth, but his arm slips from the door frame and he tumbles forward. I lunge and catch him before he hits the ground. I drag him to my bedroom and lay him on the bed. Up close I see his breaths coming in short, shaky breaths. I move his hands and see a stab wound about 3 inches deep in his stomach.
"Bailiel what happened?"
"Took my grace, left me like this. You need to heal it." He struggles out.
"Bailiel I don't know how, you have to tell me." I bite my lip and he grasps my hands, leads them to the wound and places them over it.
"Focus." I try and focus on sending my energy towards him, but his pained groans break my concentration. I hold my hands over the wound, trying to concentrate until his eyes roll back into his head and he goes silent. I hover one hand over his mouth and still feel breath coming out. I draw in a breath and press both hands on the wound. I focus on sending energy to the wound and that energy weaving into skin, muscle, blood veins and arteries, attaching itself to Bailiel. Fixing him, healing him. I feel myself tire, but push through it. His eyes open again, but he is still not healed. I push through the pain and use my last burst of energy to heal him. I collapse to the ground and close my eyes, falling asleep.
A/N Next chapter will be the last chapter of season 4.
