From My Mind To Yours
So still a long wait but I defend with the fact that it was not as long as it was last time. I suppose it goes with the fact that the new season is starting up again and I want to try and get through this once more. I have no current thoughts for an ending for this story but I will have to eventually finish it.
Crowley went flying back, crashing onto some poor unsuspecting car and caving in it's roof. Thankfully the owner didn't seem to have set the alarm and all was quiet as the hell king shifted around and slowly pulled himself from the wreckage to face the Fae that had launched the attack.
Mira and Dean were both on their feet, Dean looking more than a little surprised at what the woman with him had just done. Mira's eyes were narrowed and her hand was still up, palm out, ready to catch the demon again the second he tried anything.
"Now now sweet cheeks, none of that." Crowley commented, straightening out his suit. "I'm just here to talk."
"Yeah...I bet that's all." Mira muttered.
"You wanna save your feathered friend don't you?" Crowley asked. Mira paused, her hand dropping just slightly.
"Why do you care?" Dean asked.
"Because...he's sent out a few of his chums." Crowley remarked. "They've been causing some troubles for me and I'm not very happy with that."
"Oh so basically, you need us to help you out." Dean mused, arms crossing.
"Basically...we need to help each other." Crowley shot back. "You help me get rid of the chummies...I help you...keep the big boy away from the spitfire there." His head nodded in Mira's direction and her glare returned with full force. "Least until he's fixed."
"And how exactly would you do that?" Dean asked.
"I'm sure we'd all come up with something." Crowley explained. The wheels in his head were turning as if he already had an idea but he kept those thoughts shielded which only pissed Mira off more. She had been to and returned from the Fae world, more control and understanding over her abilities, and she still had to deal with people shielding their thoughts from her.
"We...will come up with something...you just sit back and wait." Mira ground out.
"Oh, someone isn't playing the helpless damsel anymore." Crowley mused, smiling. His smile dropped slightly as Mira's eyes narrowed and sparks danced on her hand. "I'll be back when things are less...hostile. Until then..."
The burst of fire hit the car as the hell king disappeared and Mira sighed, irritated. She dropped her hand and looked at Dean.
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"Crowley wants to help us?" Sam asked.
"Something like that." Dean confirmed.
"Isn't this the guy that, every time he helps you, he turns around and back stabs you too?" Emily asked, confused. Everyone else nodded, a round of sighs going around. "Okay so let's try and...back track here. Cas is harbouring some creepy things from Purgatory, Meg is...working with us...and apparently so is Crowley."
"Sounds about right." Mira agreed. Her tongue drifted across her lip, wincing slightly as it brushed the cuts from her biting.
"And how are you doing?" Emily asked, turning her eyes to her boyfriend's brother. Dean just sighed, arms crossing as he lowered his own eyes to the floor.
[He'll be getting better. I'll work on him.] Mira assured her fellow Fae, locking gazes with the red head. While Emily looked a little unsure, she nonetheless nodded in agreement.
"So what do we do?" Sam asked.
"We find Cas." Dean stated firmly. All eyes turned to him, curious and sceptical. "We find him...and we save him...one way or another."
"What...exactly...does that mean?" Mira asked carefully. Dean sighed once more, his gaze avoiding those of the people in the room with him.
"I don't know." He muttered. Mira watched him carefully and was relieved when sporadic thoughts raced from his mind to her as he tried to think of different things to help his friend.
"We'll come up with something." Sam assured his brother, moving to clap a large hand to the shorter man's shoulder in a comforting, understanding gesture. Dean lifted his eyes to look at the man he had always protected and gave a single nod, eyes ringing out emotions and expressions that only the brothers could ever understood. Not even their Fae girlfriends would know what it meant but that didn't matter to them.
Things were going to look up.
Mira was back.
Dean was admitting to losing control, was seeking help.
They were all improving.
Now they just needed to get Castiel back.
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Meg skimmed over the book in her possession. Something she had swiped from an old hunter, she wasn't particularly sure who but she didn't really care either. She paced around the room, the book held on her hand and arm as she flipped through the old pages. It was a bitch to read, it was such an old language that she was honestly surprised that she was even getting anywhere with it.
A harsh shiver raced down her spine and she froze before closing the book carefully and muttering the simple words to shrink it down so she could put it away in her pocket.
Not a moment too soon as a rougher version of the noise that accompanied his appearances rang around the room, making her turn to look up at the dark, psychotic face of the meat suit her favourite Angel wore. There was no point to fake a bravado so she didn't even try, not even being ashamed at the fact that her eyes widened and her feet moved her backwards. While a part of her assumed that the Angel trapped within might not wish to calm her harm, she didn't doubt that he would be unable to stop the creatures riding shotgun.
"Hello Harlot." Castiel spoke in a voice that grated on the demon's ears. She scowled at him as he smiled, insane in the phony attempted pleasantness. He took a stiff step towards her and it almost looked as if he was fighting with himself.
Something she could hopefully use against him.
"I would say hey Clarence but that's not who I'm talking to so I'm just going to say hey freak show." Meg decided out loud. She may have been scared but she wasn't going to let this thing have anything without a fight. She had her dignity.
It was small but she had it.
"What do you want?" The demon snarled, not to thrilled with this visit and wanting to think of anything that could lead the thing before her away from the book.
"I know who you're working with." Castiel informed her, moving closer again. He thrilled at the prospect of every step taken towards her caused a step away from her. The Leviathan was overjoyed at the fear it elicited from the over confident female. It practically puffed up like a peacock when both of them realized that the stupid demon had backed herself against a wall, allowing him to trap her.
Oh, the things he could have done to her then.
She would be screaming when he finished with her.
But that wasn't going to happen, not today, not right now.
She had another purpose. Another feat he could use her for. He was going to make the rest of them fear him as much as she was. It practically radiated off her, soaking into him, intoxicating him to near giddy levels.
Maybe he would allow himself a little bit of indulgence first.
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Mira had some time alone with Sam again and she was actually glad for it. She had heard him thinking on and off again about the reason behind her appearances in his dreams and what it was all about and she believed she finally had answers to everything.
Well...maybe not everything. The apple thing still eluded her.
So while Dean pumped gas and Emily had been the one elected to go inside and get their provisions, Mira turned around in the front seat to look at the man in the back.
"I figured it out." She started, smiling.
"What?" Sam asked, a hopeful look on his face.
"How it is that you and me keep meeting in that dream place." Mira explained. She reached up absently to brush back her hair as she watched Sam's face. "When Death came in with your soul, I was right there. I was talking to you, soulless you, before about how your soul would...know things. Technically I was right, but that wall...it did a lot. By the time it came down, there was no point in revealing what you had suddenly learned, right?"
"Yeah." Sam muttered sadly. By that point, they had already met Emily, had already found out about Fae's and their realm, Mira had already died. The girl reached back and patted his knee, hoping to relieve him of some of his unneeded guilt.
"I touched you in that moment when everything...set." Mira continued. She smiled at the confused look she got and pressed on. "Just as Death had gotten your soul settled in, erected the wall, everything, I had touched your hand, just fingertips brushing over your skin but it was enough. Also, and I'm only realizing it now, while I didn't think I felt it then, that power had burst up and my whole desire to convince you that everything was going to be okay was taken into a different context as we got connected and that...mental...place...thing was created."
"Huh...wow." Sam sounded impressed, albeit still confused, but the understanding process was happening. "Guess that...makes sense."
"It's come back to me now...how we were in your head right after." Mira pointed out. Sam nodded, having remembered that since the wall went down. "I think...the reason neither of us remembered afterwards...and why that...thing...attacked me to get me out...it was some sort of defence mechanism. You were recovering and you needed to pretty much...reboot yourself."
"Explains why every other time we've been there, it's been fine." Sam mused. Mira nodded and smiled. Sam looked at her, green catching brown, and she knew the question was coming before it was even voiced. "But what's with the apples?"
Dean and Emily returned to find the pair laughing over the fact that neither of them could explain the fruit.
So I've actually reread some chapters that I've previously skipped over when I was doing read overs before because I always assumed I knew everything that happened in them. Then it occurred to me, there were things that I had put that never ever ever got addressed again because I had simply forgotten about it. Obviously so did everyone else but at least now I've explained some things.
Except for the damn apples!
WHY MUST THEY TAUNT EVERYONE SO MUCH?!