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Chapter 20: In My Time of Dying
I swore I could hear the song Bad Moon Rising by Creedance Clearwater Rival on the truck's radio. Well, at least that worked, but I really needed my boys to wake up.
I stared at the demon cool heartedly as he stared right back. I looked over Sam's side of the driver's seat to see if I could spot any movement, but the boys were still. And it was quiet. The demon possessing the truck driver moved forward, but I heard a subtle movement from Sam as he brought the Colt across his shoulder, and pointed at him.
"Back. Or I'll kill you, I swear to God," Sam warned dangerously.
The demon smirked over at him, glancing at the gun in Sam's bloody hands. "You won't," he said. "You're saving that bullet for someone else."
Sam cocked the gun, "You wanna bet?"
The demon's lips curled into a smirk that I did not like until it suddenly opened its mouth, allowing the demon's smokey form to curl out into the night air, screaming.
I watched the truck driver fall in a heavy heap on the ground.
"Sam?" I asked, looking away from the sky and over to him. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what I could do to help as Sam released the trigger gently. He put it back down and leaned back in the seat, groaning. "W-what should I do?"
"Oh my god!" The truck driver came to, and looked at the wreck in front of him. I looked over at him and felt his shock rile through my soul. I felt bad. I knew he didn't do it on purpose. It was the demon who possessed him. "Did I do this?" I wanted to tell him, no he didn't do it, and that it wasn't his fault, but should I freak him out even more? He was already on the brink of having a stroke or a heart attack.
"Dad? Dean? Dean!" Sam yelled, trying to get his family to answer him, but neither was awake to respond.
The truck driver fumbled for his cell phone and started to call 9-1-1. And everything happened so fast after that, that all I could do was wait and worry until the wee morning hours of the next day till the paramedics arrived at the scene. The truck driver explained to them what happened in the midst of chaos as stretchers were brought to the crushed impala, as everyone worked around the clock trying to get the Winchester's out safely. Sam was pulled into a stretcher next and he kept asking if his family was okay or if they were even alive.
I could only stay by his side as this happened. I wish I could do more.
~*SPN*~
I soon found myself in Dean's room, following Sam, who'd gotten all bandaged up, and rested. He wasn't hit that bad like his brother or his father. We stood in between the threshold as Sam leaned his head against the edge of the doorway, staring at his brother's unconscious body hooked up to the beeping and quiet whizzing machines behind Dean's bed.
"Sammy! You look good. Considering," Dean stated, standing beside him.
"Oh, no," Sam bemoaned.
I frowned. "It…doesn't look too bad," I said.
Sam gave me a dull look, "He didn't wake up, Mel."
"Man, tell me you guys can hear me," Dean pleaded desperately. "Melinda? You're dead, shouldn't you be able to see me too or something?"
I thought I heard something behind me, but when I turned to look behind my shoulder, I saw that nothing was there.
"How's dad? Is he okay? Come on, you're the psychic. Give me some ghost whispering or something!" Dean tried again with Sam.
I frowned. There it was again. A faint voice. It sounded like…
The doctor walked inside with a clipboard in his hands. He looked at Sam. "Your father's awake. You can go see him if you like."
"Thank god," Dean said.
I smiled too at the news that John was okay.
"Doc, what about my brother?" Sam asked.
"Well, he sustained serious injury: blood loss, contusions to his liver and kidney. But it's the head trauma I'm worried about. There's early signs of cerebral edema," the doctor replied.
"Well, what can we do?" Sam asked.
"Well, we won't know his full condition until he wakes up. If he wakes up," the doctor said.
"If?" Sam asked incredulously.
I frowned.
"I have to be honest-" the doctor began gently.
"Oh, screw you, Doc, I'm waking up." Dean said.
"Most people with this degree of injury wouldn't have survived this long. He's fighting very hard. But you need to have realistic expectations," the doctor continued.
"Come on, Sam. Go find some hoodoo priest to lay some mojo on me. Sam?" Dean said, looking at his distraught brother.
Sam sighed, and walked out of his brother's room. I was about to follow after him down the hall, but I stopped hesitantly.
"What is it?" Sam asked me, noticing my hesitation.
"I'm not sure," I said. I wasn't sure what was going on, but something was. I turned around to face Dean's unconscious body staring at it. Then I looked off to the side, wondering if I was just imagining things, but I swore I could hear and feel Dean's presence on my plane and veil of existence.
And if that were the case? Something was very wrong with Sam's brother, and I didn't want to freak the poor boy out even more.
"I'm sure it's nothing," I said, shaking my head slightly, and continued to follow him down the hallway to John's room.
John had an arm sling that rested on his stomach. He looked far worse to the wear, but he was awake, which was a good sign at least.
John looked over at me, still by Sam's side. "Guess that's the benefits of being a ghost. Don't got to worry about stuff like this."
I guess. But I still worried for them.
John then reached into the back pocket, one handed, and pulled out a card to give to Sam. "Here. Give them my insurance."
Sam took it from him and looked down at the name, "Elroy McGillicuddy?"
"I Love Lucy?" I asked. Sam nodded at me. I smirked.
"And his two loving sons. So, what else did the doctor say about Dean?" John asked.
Sam shook his head. "Nothing. Look. The doctors won't do anything, then we'll have to, that's all. I don't know, I'll find some hoodoo priest and lay some mojo on him."
"We'll look for someone," John nodded.
"Yeah," Sam said softly.
"But Sam, I don't know if we're gonna find anyone," John said.
"Why not? I found that faith healer before," Sam suggested.
John nodded. "All right, that was, that was one in a million."
And technically that faith healer wasn't very ethical, if I recall correctly, but I kept quiet.
"So what? Do we just sit here with our thumbs up our ass?"
John's eyes hardened at Sam's tone. "No, I said we'd look. All right? I'll check under every stone. Where's the Colt?"
Sam looked at his father angrily. "Your son is dying, and you're worried about the Colt?"
"We're hunting this demon, and maybe it's hunting us too. That gun may be our only card!" John yelled back.
I grimaced at the brewing fight and looked over at Sam when he finally replied, "It's in the trunk. They dragged the car to a yard off of I-83."
"All right. You've gotta clean out that trunk before some junk man sees what's inside," John ordered.
"I already called Bobby. He's like an hour out, he's gonna tow the Impala back to his place," Sam explained.
"All right. You, you go meet up with Bobby. You get that Colt, and you bring it back to me. And you watch out for hospital security," John warned.
Sam nodded at him, silently fuming. "I think I've got it covered."
Sam was about to leave, and I was going to follow him, but John called out to Sam. "Hey. Here. I made a list of things I need, have Bobby pick them up for me," he handed Sam a list.
"Acacia? Oil of Abramelin? What's this stuff for?" Sam asked, reading the list of items on his piece of paper in his hand.
"Protection," John replied cryptically.
"Hey, Dad? You know, the demon, he said he had plans for me, and children like me. Do you have any idea what he meant by that?" Sam asked gently.
I looked at him curiously, waiting on John's response. "No, I don't."
Sam nodded at his father's reply, and looked over at me before I followed after Sam.
Dean looked at his father's face, brave mask for Sam coming right off into thinking mode that Dean all knew too well. "Well, you sure know something. "
~*SPN*~
Bobby's
We were standing outside of Bobby's junkyard, looking at the very crushed and dented black impala. The poor baby looked awful. I didn't like to see her so crushed up like this.
"Oh man," Sam said. "Dean is gonna be pissed."
I nodded, "I conquer. Poor car."
Sam walked to pick up his laptop that was also crushed.
"Look, Sam. This…this just ain't worth a tow," Bobby frowned. "I say we empty the trunk, sell the rest for scrap."
Sam shook his head. "No. Dean would kill me if we did that. When he gets better he's gonna want to fix this."
I frowned at him sadly.
"There's nothing to fix. The frame's a pretzel, and the engine's ruined. There's barely any parts worth salvaging," Bobby said, glancing at the entirety of the car.
"Listen to me, Bobby. If there's only one working part, that's enough. We're not just going to give up on..." Sam trailed off, fighting the bubbling emotions he held inside. I wish I could reach out to him.
Bobby eyed him curiously, before he understood they were no longer talking about the car. "Okay. You got it."
"Sam?" I asked softly. "It's going to be okay. Can I…um, try something?"
He looked over at me, nodding shortly, and I reached out with my pale and shaky hand towards his cheek. I wanted to try and comfort him with my touch, but no sooner did my palm touch his cheek he gasped slightly at the coolness of my touch.
"Sorry," I said.
"No, no, it's just…cold," Sam said.
"Yeah," I retracted my hand from his cheek, but then all of a sudden felt a gulp of air snap back inside of me and I felt my soul tug away from him. I felt the flicker and the static.
"Melinda?" Sam asked concernedly. "What, what's going on?"
"I don't know," I said, suddenly staticking in and out until all of a sudden I remained solid.
Warmth soon started to fill my body and I looked at a newfound brightness around my body. I looked down and saw that the color was coming back to my soul and I was starting to feel whole again…and then I heard it. Everything inside me was starting to work again, all connecting to itself, connecting to my heart. A heart had slithered in and found itself beating against my chest. I gasped out air and started coughing.
"Mel?" Sam asked once more, coming toward me. "Hey, hey, are you okay?"
Smelling in fresh air, and the air around Bobby's junkyard that took me by surprise. Sam wasn't sure what to do and neither was I quite frankly. I could feel Bobby's eyes widen and I'm sure he was just as shocked as I was. Was I…I looked down at myself and looked at the lines become more real within the palm of my hand. I could see my veins again, blue in color. Redness within my skin. I could see it fade into my skin. I was coming back to life. I was becoming human, feeling everything start to come back to me. I could feel bones mend together and become solid like a temple, like a skeleton.
I looked up at Sam, even my vision was returning to the same old vision, needing glasses to see because it was becoming blurry to see Sam in view.
"H-how's this even possible?" Bobby asked.
I looked over at him and shook my head, and started to move it up and down, back and forth, shoulder to shoulder, feeling my nerves kick in and grimace. Great. A crank in my neck. Yeah, definitely back to normal. But Bobby was right, how?
"Something's wrong," I said, feeling it in my bones that were now screaming alive within my body that was covered in my own flesh. "Sam, can you call my mom? Find out where she is."
"Uh…yeah," he said, tossing the laptop on the ground. He pulled out his cell and started dialing my mom's number.
Then I felt my nose bleed, blood spilling out of my nose. "Awe, crap, uh," I covered my nose with my hand and tilted my head back. Bobby pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to me. "Thank you," I said, blinking as I placed the cloth over my nose, and tried to stop it from bleeding with putting pressure on it. "Well, I'm definitely human again. Got a headache too."
"You might need some water," Bobby said.
"If it's holy water I'll kill ya," I mumbled. Bobby chuckled and walked back to the house for a brief minute. I'm definitely not a demon.
"Bobby," Sam called before Bobby left for the kitchen. Bobby turned to face Sam. Sam handed him a list.
"Here, Dad asked you to get this stuff for him."
Bobby narrowed his eyes down at the list, "What'd John want with this?"
Sam shrugged. "Protection from the demon?"
Bobby arched an eyebrow.
"What?" Sam asked.
"Oh, nothing. It's just, uh…" He paused hesitantly.
"Bobby? What's going on?" Sam demanded.
Bobby looked down and then at Sam. "It's…to summon a demon." He cringed and looked over at me. "Here, I'll get you that water, be right back."
I nodded as he left as quickly as he could before Sam could start at him. I stopped Sam from going after him and looked to him. "Call my mom, Sam. Please?"
He drew in a deep breath and let it out, glaring at me before he pulled his phone out of his pocket. I mouthed a thank you to him.
"Rebecca? Rebecca it's Sam. If you get this, please call back, It's urgent. There's uh, something very interesting happening with your daughter," Sam said, and closed his cell phone. He shook his head. I frowned. "What I don't understand is how are you human, how is this possible?"
"I don't know," I said. "Sam, back in the cabin, my mom and the yellow-eyed demon had a weird moment. You don't think…she went after him on her own, I mean…"
"I don't know," Sam shrugged.
Bobby returned with a glass of water. I was wary of the fact that it could be holy water with this expert hunter, but I was thirsty as anything. I sighed, and moved my cloth to the side to take a sip of the cool liquid that ran down my throat. A throat. I actually had a throat. I could feel it again.
"I don't know Sam, she wanted him dead as much as you did," I frowned.
"She doesn't have the Colt though," Sam reminded me.
"So, then what, she was just going to go head-to-toe with him?" I asked. I looked at Bobby. "We have to go find her."
Bobby nodded. "I agree. We'll go find your mom. Sam, you go be with your brother."
I felt like my bleeding had stopped so I tried to dry the blood off of my hands as much as I could. It was a weird feeling, feeling my own blood on my skin again.
"A-are you sure you don't want my help?" Sam asked.
"No. We're just going to go look for her, find out what happened. You need to be with your family, Sam," I said, setting the glass of water on the ground. I sniffled and brushed my nose with the cloth before I also placed it down beside the glass. I dusted my hands off and brushed them onto my jeans. Solid. My legs were solid. I smiled at that. But then became serious again, noticing Sam's solemn and sad eyes.
"They need you." I was about to leave, but I pivoted and walked over to him and jumped up to wrap my hands around his neck, pulling him in for a hug, catching him a bit off guard.
"Ah," he said, with a slight chuckle and I cringed a bit, wondering if I should have, but he hugged me back and wrapped his arms around my back, lowering to my height so I wasn't standing on my tippy-toes so much. I could feel my toes again. It made me smile even more, feeling elated that I was alive again.
"It's going to be okay. Hey, who knows? Maybe my mom found a way that can help Dean. If she found a way to help me, maybe it can help Dean too, you know? There's always hope," I said, letting go reluctantly. I'd said it before; I'll say it again, even though I'd almost given up on it myself. Now, I just gotta go see if it's permanent, see what my mom's been up to. I just hope she didn't do anything stupid. After all, I was cremated so what the hell was going on here?
He nodded at me and stared into my eyes, holding my gaze. I smiled, and then realized that I was still holding onto his hand. I cleared my throat, and removed it.
He cleared his throat too, and stepped back awkwardly, "Yeah, uh, call me if you find anything, or if you're mom's okay."
"I promise," I said, and looked to Bobby before he handed Sam a duffle bag full of items that were on John's list.
"You can use one of my cars back to the hospital," Bobby said.
"Thanks Bobby," Sam said. And we went off our separate ways. I went with Bobby in his car and Sam went back to the hospital.
I just hoped I wasn't too late, but I had a strange feeling I was…because all of a sudden I was human.
~*SPN*~
We searched everywhere from the cabin back tracking our tracks to where my mom might be. Bobby was able to get a tracking on my mom's cell phone finally so we were following her signal, leading all the way to a crossroad's.
"Bobby!" I cried, noticing my mother's body in the middle of the road. He parked to the side and I unbuckled my seat belt and opened the door, running to her side. I fell to my knees and picked her up in my arms, shaking. "Mom!" I cried, trying to get her to wake up, but she was lifeless. She wasn't breathing. She was gone. Fresh warm tears fell down my cheeks, holding my mother's body in my arms, made my stomach tighten with pain, swelling inside me like I'd never felt before.
I heard the sound of Bobby's boots crunching the gravel beneath the soles of his shoes and stop on something as if it were attached to a necklace. He picked up the item off the ground and looked at the glass heart and the top that was open.
"Melinda? Did you know your mom had this?" Bobby asked, in the midst of my tears. I looked up at him and blinked at the necklace in his hands as more tears fell down my cheeks.
I shook my head. "What is it?"
"It's a ghost heart made of glass. You can put uh, infuse it with anyone's remains of cremation in it. Looks like a little necromancy was done here last night."
I frowned. "I thought she scattered my ashes a long time ago."
"Some people have trouble letting go," Bobby shrugged. "And, anyway, it's not unheard of in the oldest religions, there are stories that you can resurrect someone life after death even in the form of cremation."
"How in the hell would my mother know how to do something like that?" I asked, feeling my eyes glower, and crinkle to narrow at the expert hunter.
"She had help," Bobby nodded. "Necromancy is very powerful, a very dangerous ritual."
"Can it help Dean?" I asked softly.
Bobby shook his head sadly. "I wouldn't recommend it."
"Why not?"
"A death penalty is required, according to the Mosaic Law," he motioned his head toward my mother's body in my arms.
I stared down at my mother's dead body in my arms and just lost it. I cried in fits of tears.
I cried for what it seemed like hours until I felt numb. I didn't realize what Bobby was building until I felt his hand on my shoulder. His warm touch made me turn to look up at him tiredly.
"It's time to let go, Melinda," he said.
I swallowed hard, and looked down at my mother's sleeping face, noticing the wrinkles around her eyes and nodded. He helped me get up from underneath her body. I scooted and got up with his help, feeling a little disoriented, till I steadied myself back down. I looked over at the pyre of wood he'd made just off to the side of the road.
"What is that for?" I whispered, taking the necklace into my hand. I squeezed the blue indigo colored glass tight and then put it on over my neck.
Bobby picked up my mother off the ground and carried her in his arms. He took her over to the pyre and placed her body on top of it, folding her arms gently across her chest.
"It's a hunter's funeral. Never thought I'd make one of these again," he said. A thick lump in my throat had suddenly got caught in my throat and I cleared my throat, trying to swallow it down. I brushed the tears away from my cheek with the palm of my hand.
"Wait," I said, watching him light his torch. I walked up to the pyre and attempted to take off my mom's leather jacket off of her so that I could wear it. I struggled with the other side, and walked around the pyre so I could finish taking off the jacket. I took it off of her and threw it on around my purple peace shirt I still had one with the hole just underneath the peace sign.
I sighed, relieved a bit. "Ok. Now we can do it."
Bobby nodded at me and he handed me his lit torch. "You do the honors, kiddo," he said. I smiled tightly at him before I gently lowered the torch to the sticks of wood on one side and then the other so that it lit the whole pyre on fire, including my mother's body in flames. I placed the torch down against the pyre and looked into the flames that rose in the air.
I stepped back to Bobby's side, feeling my body stiffen.
"She's with dad now," I said. I could feel Bobby's eyes on me, and I let out an elongated sigh.
She was with dad. She'd performed her last act and brought me back to life. Now, she was gone, and I was still left to wonder why.
Maybe one day I'd find out, maybe never, but right now I was mourning my mother's death.
~*SPN*~
I wanted to head back to the hospital to see how Sam was doing. Bobby and I agreed that we would keep this to ourselves until we knew more what was going on with John's weird list of items and why he wanted to summon the demon. Bobby thinks there was something more behind John's list and I had a strange and weird feeling there was something weird about that too,
If the boys knew about necromancy Bobby was sure as hell that they would go after it and try to do something stupid to bring Dean back, same crap my mom pulled.
I drove John's truck back to the hospital, wondering how he was going to feel about me being alive. He would no doubt ask me questions, questions I didn't know the answers to, but my mom would sure know the answers then again she wasn't around to answer them.
I knew something was wrong with Sam, so I was going to go to Dean's room first, hoping he'd be there so I didn't have to confront John yet.
I stepped toward the room gently and balled my fingers into a fist, covering my thumb over my knuckles and smiled at my movements. I'd been limited before, now I felt like me, I think. I definitely felt fuller if that made any sense at all.
"Hey," I greeted in a whisper to Sam. "Any…chang…what are you doing?" I asked, noticing that he was gathering to sit on the floor. He was pulling something out of a brown paper bag and it was a none other than a Ouija Board. I looked at the title, "A Mystical Talking Board". "A Ouija Board? You've got to be kidding me."
"Yes, that's right hippie, talk some sense into him," Dean said, watching the two interact from his spot of the room.
"Heh, well, it's um…I think Dean's still here," Sam said. "And if he is, well it's one way we can talk. Did you find your mom?"
I looked down at the floor.
"What is it?" Sam asked, looking concernedly at me.
I shook my head. "It's fine," I said, reaching for the mystical board, taking it out of the box. "Let's see if this thing will work."
I sat cross-legged on the floor, Sam right beside me. I took the planchet out of the box and set it in the middle of the board, shifting in my spot.
"This was definitely a hot item back in my time," I said. "Always wanted one."
Sam sighed, and pressed his fingers on the planchet and waited for me to place mine on the planchet too. "Dean. Dean are you here?"
"God, I feel like I'm at a slumber party. All right, you two, this isn't going to work," Dean said as he himself sat in front of the Ouija Board. "Of course, I'm gonna wonder how the hell Mel's human again…" He said as he placed his fingers on the pointy end of the planchet to move the dial over to the YES symbol on the board.
"I'll be damned," Dean said, surprised himself.
I smiled brightly, as Sam let out a laugh in relief. "It's good to hear from you, man. It hasn't been the same without you, Dean."
"Damn straight," Dean agreed.
"Hey, wait, wait, it's moving again," I said, watching the planchet pull and slide to letters on the board as Dean moved it to an H-U…
Sam looked down at it. "Dean, what? H? U? Hunting? What are you hunting?"
I arched my eyebrow surprised.
Dean moved the planchet to YES.
"It's in the hospital, what you're hunting?" Sam asked. "Do, do you know what it is?"
"One question at a time, dude," Dean said, as he tried to keep up with Sam's questions then moved over to the letters in the middle of the board.
"What is it?" Sam asked.
"R-E-A-P-E-R," I frowned and looked over at Sam, as the pointer continued to slide on the letters.
"I think it's killing people," Dean said. "I think it's taking them. You know, when their time's just up."
"A reaper," Sam glanced at me and I bit my bottom lip worriedly. "Dean, is it after you?"
The planchet moved over to YES. I felt my shoulders slump.
"If its here naturally, there's no way to stop it," Sam said to himself in realization.
"Yeah, you can't kill death," Dean said.
"Man, you're um…" Sam fought, thinking out loud in his head.
"I'm screwed, Sam," Dean said.
"No, no, no, no, no. Um, there's got to be another way," Sam said, getting up from the floor. He started to pace back and forth and I looked at the board and then got up from the floor. "There's got to be another way. Dad'll know what to do. Hang on." Sam said, to me, and quickly left Dean's room. I looked after Sam as he disappeared heading off to John's room, leaving me here with Dean's lifeless body and possibly his spirit in the room with me.
I went back to the board, and took the pointer to the middle of the board, sitting cross-legged again.
"So, I bet you're wondering how I'm alive," I said.
"Yeah, just a little bit," Dean said.
"What do you know about necromancy?"
Dean shifted in his spot a bit, placing his hands over the pointer again. "Oh, that can't be good," he commented lightly to himself. "Not much, just that it's a very dangerous ritual, why?"
V-E-R-Y D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S
"I think that's what happened to me," I said. "Dean, I…"
"So, Dad wasn't in his room," Sam said, coming back. I stopped talking about looked over at him, taking my hands off the pointer and placed them in his lap.
"Where was he?" Dean asked.
"But, I got Dad's journal, so who knows? Maybe there's something here," Sam said, sitting on Dean's bed, engrossed into trying to find something to help bring Dean back to his old self again. I didn't like Dean this way either. It hurt my heart a lot. More than I thought it would. And it was weird even having a heart, a working human heart that was mine and my own, back within me. And I was scared. I wanted to tell Dean that I was scared and I didn't know what to do now. Now I was alone, totally alone and Sam was desperately trying to find something.
"Thanks for not giving up on me, Sammy," Dean said. Sam flipped to the reaper's page. "Son-of-a-bitch."
"Hey, try calling your mom, see if she's okay," Sam said, taking his phone out. He handed it to me, and I looked at it, shaking my head.
"No, um, that's okay," I sniffed, and shook my head. "I, uh, Bobby, and I…Sam."
"What?" Sam asked, turning around to face me. "Did something happen? Mel, you can tell me anything."
"No, I can't," I said, shaking my head. "Sorry, I…" I turned around and ran out of Dean's room, stopping in the middle of the hallway. The lights had turned on the hospital, and night had fallen.
"Dean, are you here? I couldn't find anything in the book. I don't know how to help you," I turned at Sam's words after a few moments of just staying quiet, not sure what else to do. I didn't even know what to do. And I'm sure ghost me wouldn't have been able to help either in this type of situation.
"But I'll keep trying all right? As long as you keep fighting. I mean, come on you can't, you can't leave me here alone with Dad. We'll kill each other, you know that. Dean, you gotta hold on. You can't go, man, not now. We were just starting to be brothers again. Can you hear me?"
It hurt my heart when Sam said that and more tears silently fell from my cheeks. I walked over to the vending machine, and then realized I had no money. I leaned my head down against it, ready to break down again.
I'd lost everything… and Sam was about to loose his brother. Not unless I…I could go back and get Sam's phone, call Bobby and ask him about necromancy and see what I could do to help Dean. I know he said he wouldn't recommend it, but I would be the one that I'd do it, not anyone else, as I didn't have anything else to live for. I could help Dean and reverse it because it didn't seem fair that I was alive again and Dean was dying. Sure, I was happy that I was alive, but it doesn't feel natural. It feels off. It feels way off. My mom did something very bad, like something she shouldn't have done. I had that weird feeling swirling within me and I didn't like it.
No. I had to make this right. Danger be damned.
"Help! I need help in here!" Sam's voice suddenly called out of the hallway and I turned to run and see what was going on. I ran into the threshold. "Get a nurse!" Sam yelled at me and I nodded, running down to the nearest help desk to get help.
Dean had woken up.
~*SPN*~
Elated that Sam and I could go into Dean's room the next morning, we walked inside and I threw my arms around Dean's neck, hugging him abruptly,
"Oof," he said a bit with a chuckle. I felt his chuckle underneath me and smiled. I could have human contact again. I hugged him tighter. He wrapped his arms around me too. "Easy there hippie, don't damage the goods, they're brand new. Doc, patched me up good."
"So glad you're okay!" I exclaimed.
"Me too," he said and I let go. He looked me up and down and noticed the hole in my shirt. "Think we need to get you some new clothes. Uh, peace signs are a little 90's aren't they?"
"Ha, ha, mullet-head," I teased. "You know what's funny? I was alive, and you were the spirit." I beamed at him.
Dean chuckled at that.
"We were worried about you, Dean. There was a reaper after you, and I wasn't sure how I was going to stop it," Sam said.
"What?" Dean asked, turning towards him. Sam was about to reply to that, but the doctor came in with a clipboard in his hands.
"Hey doc. What's the verdict?" Dean asked.
"I can't explain it," he said, double-checking the results on his notes. He lifted a paper in front of him, reading everything that was normal. "The edema's vanished. The internal contusions healed," he said, flipping the page back down, and looked at Dean. "You have some kind of angel watching over you."
We watched the doctor leave Dean's room. Dean turned toward us, "So you said a Reaper was after me?" He asked.
Sam and I looked at each other and nodded.
"Yeah," Sam said.
"How'd I ditch it?" Dean asked.
"You got me," Sam shrugged. "Dean, you don't remember anything?"
I looked at him intently. I'm guessing if he didn't remember our Ouija session, he didn't remember my question about necromancy. I bit my lower lip in thought.
"No. Except this pit in my stomach," he grimaced, placing his arm over it. "Sam, something's wrong."
I frowned at Dean's worries. There was a knock at the threshold, and we turned our heads to face John.
"How you feeling, dude?" John asked.
"Fine, I guess," Dean shrugged.
"That's what matters," John smiled. Then his eyes slanted to me. "Melinda?" He asked, noticing that I was fully human and not pale as a ghost.
"Right. I'm gonna let myself out, so you guys can have a moment," I said. I smiled at Dean and turned to place a kiss on his forehead. "Glad you're back, Dean." I said and eyed him curiously before I quickly sped out of there not wanting to get into a Winchester squabble that I felt coming on, especially with John's questionable look on my human self.
I started to walk down the hallway. A moment later, Sam came out of the room in a slight huff. I paused in my step and turned to face Sam. "Sam?" I asked. He turned around and walked over toward me. We walked down the hallway together. "What was that about?"
"He's tired. He wants a cup of caffeine," Sam said, shaking his head.
"Maybe he is," I shrugged.
"Yeah, maybe," he sighed. "You try your mom again?"
"Um…" I began, shaking my head. "No. I can't."
"Why not?" Sam asked.
I grimaced. I didn't want to tell him, but I could tell he was already frustrated, so I just decided to tell him. Now that Dean was okay, maybe I could tell him.
I drew in a deep breath as we walked to the vending machine to get coffee. I started to tell him in great detail of what happened the previous day. I told him how Bobby and I tried to find my mother, how we found her body by John's truck in the middle of a crossroads with a circle around her that looked like she was doing some kind of ritual. I found her dead.
"I'm sorry," Sam said.
I shook my head. "I made my peace with it. I knew there had to be something up her sleeve, but I didn't know this was it. I didn't know she was going to do something so stupid, so reckless as to sacrifice herself and bring me back. I don't like it, Sam. It makes me feel like I'm in someone else's debt," I said, as he figured out which cup of coffee to get for his dad. He placed the coins in and pressed the button, grabbing a cup from the top of the vending machine.
"But you're not, Mel, you're mom is. She was the one that completed the ritual," Sam said. "I'm really sorry. That's um…awful," he pulled me in for a hug and I let him hug me. I didn't want to tell him because I knew I would start crying again. I'm not sure I ever stopped crying since it happened figuratively speaking.
"It's fine, Sam, you really don't have to-"
"I know. I want to. I just want you to realize you aren't alone," he said, placing his hands on my shoulders. I looked at him, into his eyes, searching, noticing the sincerity and nodded.
"Coffee's done," I said, hearing it end in a splutter. I picked up a cover for him and handed it to him. He looked at the cover and took it from my fingers before he reached for the coffee cup and fixed the coffee cup so that it was good to go.
"Don't worry. I'm sure my dad will know what happened with your mom and the crypticness behind it," Sam said confidently. "We can ask him about it. There's gotta be something more to it, right?"
"Yeah," I nodded. "Sounds great." I said, unable to hide my sarcasm. I was scared to be honest. I wasn't sure what to expect, but maybe John would know what was going on. Maybe my mother confided in him after all. She had plenty of time to.
We were walking down the hallway, and I was feeling slightly better with the knowledge that we were going to an expert who'd know what happened to me and why I was human again. But unfortunately that feeling faded when Sam suddenly paused in his trek.
"Dad?" Sam asked, dropping the cup of coffee onto the floor, splashing all over the floor, and a little bit on my jeans. He ran to the room and crawled over to his father's body.
I watched worriedly as Sam cried out toward me. I didn't have time to worry about hot coffee. I had to get help. I ran to get Dean in Dean's room, panic bubbling up inside me. Then we called for help and John was immediately rushed to the emergency room.
Everything happened so quickly it was like a blur. But when they propped John up in another room where everyone started to hook him up and get ready to try and save his life, Sam, Dean and I rushed to the room.
"No, no, it's our Dad! It's our Dad!" Dean cried, as the nurse tried to shoe them away. "Come on," he pleaded with her.
I let myself out, and slopped down on a chair in the waiting room, while the boys watched their father fight for their life. And all I could do was let the tears roll down my cheeks as I stared down into the wood of the table in front of me with scattered health and beauty magazines on the table, laughing at me as if it were some mean joke. Cause I was stuck in a nightmare.
I turned my head at the loud sound of a beep on the heart monitor. I swallowed hard and looked up at the clock on the wall.
10:41 AM.
~*SPN*~
A/n: Oh lord, that was a tough one to write. Very emotional. Sorry guys! ((Hands you all tissues and Sam and Dean plushies!)) Anyway, yes, Mel is now alive. I do have a plan with this, please bear with me as more will be revealed soon! And I did do some intense research on necromancy as well as resurrections and cremations. But anyway, hope you all liked. More updates to come! Thank you all for reading, following, favoriting, and reviewing! I'm just getting started! :D P.S. When Tessa describes Dean as just a spirit as if he was on the brink of death, I figured it'd make sense that Melinda wouldn't be able to see him that much because he's not dead dead like she was, if that makes sense. That's how I took it anyway. Let me know what you guys think!