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The abrupt end to the dream made me suddenly wake up. I quickly sat up in bed, heart pounding rapidly in my chest and panting heavily. I placed my hand on my chest, trying to calm myself down.
"Hey, hey what's wrong?" I turned to see Dean getting out of bed and coming over to me. He sat in front of me and put his hand on my shoulder.
"Can't breathe…well… hard to… catch breath." I closed my eyes and began breathing slower. It took a while but I was able to regulate my breathing. Dean handed me a glass of water and spoke while I drank from it.
"Are you alright? What was going on?" Dean's expression and tone were full of concern and worry.
"Well I was just sleeping and then my dreams got messed up when Lucifer popped in. He didn't hurt me or anything, just being extremely annoying. There was something that he told me would come in handy, the name 'Ravenwood.' I don't know what's so significant about it, he just said it." I went over to the sink and splashed my face with cool water. I looked in the mirror, I looked like hell. My eyes showed the effects of several days without good sleep, my skin no longer had a glow, my hair now lifeless.
"Was that it? He didn't make you do any funny business?"
"No, not this time Dean. I'll tell you when he does though, so don't worry about that. Maybe we should call down Cas and tell him about my dream, it might be helpful…"
Suddenly, a small gust of wind could be felt which only meant one thing: Cas decided to show up.
"Cas, any news on where Pestilence is?" Dean asked.
"Yes well, I've been searching since I left you and found out where Pestilence is. He's in a hospital called "The Ravenwood. It's just south of the city, we could get there quickly, retrieve the ring, and leave."
"'The Ravenwood?' That's what Lucifer told me in that dream I just had. He said it might be helpful to know. Who knew the devil could actually have a little nice left in him?" Cas looked at me when I had said that Lucifer had gotten into my head again.
"He appeared to you in another dream?" he asked me. I told him to sit down and began to explain to him what I had explained to Dean earlier. He questioned me on every single thing that happened in the dream, even the past ones too and looked deep in thought the entire time.
Half jokingly I said, "So I should probably never sleep again since the bastard gets in my head when I fall asleep…"
"No, but you'll have to be careful when he does get into your noggin, can't have him messing with you. If he sees that you're easily affected by what he does, he wins." Dean was right. If I showed fear, Lucifer would be quick to pounce on me and everything would likely be over. I wasn't ready to let him win. Everyone has gone through too much just to let him win that easily.
"Let's go get Pestilence," I said as I stood up from the bed, feeling a rush of adrenaline overcome me.
"I'll send you both to the hospital. I will join you soon." Cas put his hands on our shoulders and sent us away.
We appeared across the street from the hospital seconds later. We walked into the hospital, instantly hit with the smell of cleaning products and sick people. Luckily it wasn't too crowded, with a few people scattered here and there.
"Dean, how are we supposed to know who Pestilence is? It could be any guy in here."
"No idea, we'll figure that out when the time comes. He can't be that hard to find, he'll probably be a sick guy."
"This is a hospital, Dean. They're ALL sick." I couldn't help but chuckle at Dean's comment. I looked up at a mirror perched up on the wall. A nurse passed by there but her reflection in the mirror didn't look completely human. She was a demon, no doubt about that. I pointed the woman out to Dean as she entered a room down the hall.
As we headed for the door, I began feeling nauseous and sick to my stomach. I bent over as the pain got worse. Dean stopped in his tracks too. I could feel a fever starting up and collapsed to the floor as my body grew weaker and weaker. I coughed up blood and a strange green goo. By this time, Dean was on the floor experiencing the same pain that I was feeling.
I rolled over on my back, only to see the woman and two men hovering over Dean and I.
"The doctor will see you now," she said, revealing her pitch black eyes. She ordered the men to drag us to the room since 'the doctor was ready for us'."
After being dragged across the hallway, the men released us and walked away. A new man, an older one, appeared.
"Lets see what we have here. Dean Winchester! You're not looking so well, neither is your friend over here." He turned to me. "You must be Michelle. I've heard about you and your so called 'powers'. Not so strong are you now? Must be the yellow fever and meningitis holding you down. If you think this is a lot, well this is nothing, I have much more in my arsenal."
"Go to hell you bastard," Dean coughed out.
"Been there, done that. Now tell me, on a scale of 1 to 10, ten being the worst pain, how much pain are you feeling?"
Before Dean got to answering the question, Cas burst through the door though only to succumb to the illnesses Pestilence through his way.
"You're losing your Angel mojo, I can tell. The Guy upstairs isn't supplying you with the juice you need to be 'heavenly.' Oh well, better for me. I can try out new combinations of diseases on you. (Referring to Cas)"
"I don't think so." Cas staggered to his feet, pulled out the demon knife and cut off Pestilence's ring. The woman lunged at Cas but was stabbed soon after. Now that the ring was off, a lot of the pain was gone, but I was still too tired to get up.
"It's too late, you're all too late," Pestilence said before vanishing into the night.
Dean and Cas helped me up off the floor. I couldn't stop thinking about what Pestilence had said about us being "too late."
Are we too late?