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There will only be about 4-5 chapters left of season 5 and a special chapter at the end of season 5 that will set up a new plot line to run along seasons 6-8.
The Aftermath
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"Please. Do it for me." I look into the eyes of Bailiel, tears filling my own, and drop the wall holding my powers back. His eyes glow white and his head tilts back, as if I was pushing it back. I hear a scream building. The scream peaks in loudness and shatters all things glass. The glow recedes from his eyes and his knees crumple, no brain to hold them up anymore. His body crashes to the floor, his burnt eyes staring into my own.
I fall to my knees beside him. There's no eyelids to close, nothing to close his eyes and make it seem like he is sleeping, only the burnt out remains of what used to be his eyes and eyelids. I squeeze my eyes shut, the image of his face still burnt on to my retinas. Tears flow down my face like rivers, ending in a waterfall dripping onto Bailiel. I open my eyes and pull his head onto my lap. I brush some hairs behind his ears. Who was Bailiel's vessel? Who was the man whose life I ended along with Bailiel?
"Darryl Art Fields. Born September 18th 1986 to Mr. Richard Henry Fields and Mrs. Cheryl Helen Fields. He was described as a 'happy, smart child' by all his teachers. Graduated high school as the valedictorian." a voice says from behind me. I turn around and see a man standing behind me.
"Who. The hell. Are you?" I say, trying not to swallow my tears.
"Zachariah, but you can call me Uncle Zach. Come now child, we must be off." He reaches for my shoulder, but I move away from his touch.
"Don't be difficult child." Again he reaches out to my shoulder so I roll to the side, letting Bailiel's head crash to the floor. I stand and hold my hand out in warning.
"Don't touch me then." I say.
"So much like your mother. Such a shame. I was hoping the rumors weren't true and that you would be much more respective, but like your mother, here you are." My eyes widen at the mention of my mother.
"Which mother?" I ask.
"The one who conceived you, the one who left you at the school." Millions of questions fly through my head and I struggle to find one to ask. My mind selects one question.
"Did you know her?" He sighs.
"Not personally. I met her once, before you were born actually. I was part of a squad sent to, how should I put this? I was sent to destroy you." I gasp in shock. "That was before we learned of the prophecy surrounding you, and how important you were going to be." He gives me a fake smile.
"How did you find me? I'm warded against angels."
"You maybe, but him," He looks at Bailiel. "He was an angel. Every angel is in contact with one another. I was watching him when he died. Honestly I didn't expect you to stick around. I expected you to go off and visit the Winchesters and make up." My head is swirling with this new information. I decide to ask one more question.
"What was my mother's name?"
"Denise Kelly Oakland." I think of the park I visited back in Washington and teleport to it. In case Zachariah read my mind before I left, I think of the forest surrounding my old school and teleport to it. It feels nice being back where I grew up. I follow the worn path and arrive in the cave we read the book in. I smile as I run my hand along the smooth rock walls that were so familiar to me. I do a quick calculation. I have been gone about a year, but it feels like a lifetime ago that I was sneaking out of the school with my friends. I exit the cave and wander around the woods until I come across a place with both good and bad memories attached. The place where I first met my dad, the place where stabbed me, the place where I first saw a demon. This is the place where my new life began. I wander to the edge of the woods and look at the building I used to call home. The familiar red bricks cover the building. I can see children moving around in the windows. I feel sad at the memories of my friends. I need to see them again, but how? I can very well just waltz right up and enter, they had security cameras. I looked different enough from when I left, I could pass as someone else... I remember once or twice a year we would have people come in and tour the school for the next year's first years. I teleport to the walkway leading up to the front door and walk along it. I reach the door and open it. I am greeted by the familiar sights and sounds of the school. The memories almost bring a tear to my eye, but I exhale and regain my composure. I walk up to the secretary and she greets me with her fake smile that bares all her teeth, making her seem as if she is growling at you.
"Hello darling. What can I do for you today?" I smile back at her.
"I was wondering if I could get a tour of the school?" I ask.
"Sure thang darlin. You got a kid?" Oh snap, I probably should have came up with a cover story before doing this.
"Uhh. No I don't." I blurt out. The secretary gives me a strange look. "Uh. My friend and I just moved here and she doesn't speak very good English, so I told her I would take the tour and get all the information, then translate it for her." I give a small smile. This seems to satisfy her because she turns back and pages the Headmistress.
"Headmistress Anderson please come down to the foyer." I hear the crackle of her voice echoing down the halls. Before long I hear the click clacking of Headmistress Anderson coming down the stairs. She sees me and plasters a smile on her normally sour face.
"Hello. I am Headmistress Anderson. What can I do for you?"
"This lovely lady would like a tour of the school." The Headmistress' smile gets even bigger.
"Ahhh, thinking of enrolling your child in this fine establishment?"
"I don't have a kid. My friend and I just moved here and she doesn't speak English very well, so I told her that I would take the tour and get as much information and once I got home, translate it for her." Wow. Being with the Winchesters has improved my improvisation skills. When I was with them right after I left the school, I would never have been able to come up with a cover story that fast.
"Well then, I hope I can provide you with enough information that you will be able to answer all your friends questions. Follow me." She turns and leads me up the stairs. She gives me a run down of what the school creed is, what parents can expect from their children, all that.
"What language does your friend speak Ms..?"
"Oakland. ." I say, remembering when Dean taught me about lying. When you are telling a lie, stick as close to the truth as possible. "She speaks Japanese." I pick the first foreign language that comes to mind, which happens to be a language they don't teach here so I'm good.
"Ahhh." She leads me through each floor and to the respective study hall for each floor. Each group of ages had their own floor and study hall. I don't pay attention much until we reach the Tenth year floor. Headmistress Anderson leads me into the study hall and my eyes flit over each of the kids faces until I settle on a group of kids sitting in the far corner, all hunched together.
"Would you mind if I asked some of the kids who have been here a while what they think of the school?" I ask.
"Not at all. Go ahead." I smile and head to the table in the back, with all the kids huddled in a circle. I hear them whispering. The whispers stop when I approach. They all look at me.
"Can we help you?" Dani asks.
"I just wanted to ask you what you thought of your school experience so far."
"Its good." Was the answer from all them.
"So nothing has happened that would make you sad, angry, overwhelmed?" I say, wanting to know what cover story was given to explain my disappearance.
"Nothing. It's been smooth sailing. Not much happens here." Josh says.
"No there was that one time that Dani broke her wrist. She was like a celebrity for a while." The group laughs.
"So nothing major has happened in the past year or so?" I say. I'm pushing it and I know it, hopefully they won't catch on.
"No. It's pretty boring here. Not much to do other than classes." Carlos gives me a questioning look.
"Why so specific?" He asks.
"Uhh. I'm here in place of a friend who is thinking of registering her little boy here and she is very concerned with his safety. I'm just making sure everything has been smooth sailing." I give them my best smile.
"That will be everything, if you have any other questions ask them now because I have to go." I say turning slowly. They all wave at me, sending me off. I smile back and walk back to Headmistress Anderson.
"Did you get the answers you were looking for?"She asks. I nod.
"I think I have enough to get my friend started. So thank you for the tour. You have a wonderful school here and I think my friend's boy will fit quite nicely here." I give one last smile before turning to head back.
"How do you know which way to go? I have been informed that our hallways are confusing to even our oldest children."
"I have a very good memory." I head down the stairs and out the door.
"Goodbye ." She waves at me. I wave back at her and break free of the stuffy school. I head to the woods. They don't remember me at all. It's like I never even existed to them. If I had known that I would never have come here. My feet follow the path drilled into my mind and I come upon the small branch we used as a Christmas tree stuck in the ground. I sit down on a log and stare at the tree. Did they continue the Christmas tradition? What song did they teach the younger kids? Josh wanted to teach them Silent Night last time I was there, but we decided to do Little Drummer Boy. What happened to their memories of me? Were they wiped completely? Or were they altered to exclude me? Maybe it's for the better that they don't remember me. I am going to die soon. It is the apocalypse and prophecy has been written.
Before the final battle of the Apocalypse the Prophetess shall perish. Anna's voice rings through my mind. Prophecy has never been wrong before, why should it start now? I stand and dust off my dress. I gather my thoughts and take a deep breath and exhale loudly. I look in the general direction of the school.
"Goodbye old friends. See you later."