Returning from the dead in all is kind of strange. You see you have all this pent up energy that you have to burn and you cannot do that by sleeping. Sam and dean have not let me out of their sight since they helped resurrect me. It was cute in a brotherly kind of way but was starting to get a tad tedious. I mean all they were doing was planning and researching. No demon hunting. No travelling down the open road. The same motel for the past four days. I was itching to go out and work off that energy, to put it to good use.
It was late and time to sleep yet every time I awoke one of them was there already awake. It was getting to be very irritating. I was not a little child and granted I had died and everything there really was not much else to fear. I wrapped my duvet around me; to protect against the chill of the AC. Why of all places did we have to be in one of the hotter states? It was either too hot or too cold. Granted it was the most unlikely place He would find us. I mean we were in the sunshine state supposedly full of retirees. Not much to do but sleep.
Sleep took ages to come.
"Help us, Keaira. Help us," a very faint voice whispered through the night air. I immediately got up. Phoebe. That was her voice. They have been captured for months now. I have to find them. I mentally hit myself for being so stupid and selfish. How could I have forgotten about them? Those days that I have wasted since my resurrection could have been better spent trying to find them and those others who were missing especially after regaining use of my limbs.
I looked around the small room and saw that Sam was asleep in the bed in the far corner. Dean was sitting in a chair reading an old book. Probably another one about Hellholes. Nothing was working or helping. You cannot kill the devil no more than you can destroy God or gods. He is part of the universal balance.
"Shouldn't you be asleep?" Dean asked over his shoulder.
"I could not sleep. Wrong climate" I said as I walked closer to him. I could not tell him of my plans. He would only stop me and tell me it was too dangerous and to wait. I just had the feeling that time was running out for them and something was coming. There was a fear weighing heavily in the pit of my stomach. I did not have the time to meet their resistance. As I approached dean I put my hand upon his shoulder and willed him to sleep.
"Sorry" I said. He looked up at me just before his head lolled to the side.
I needed supplies. I cannot go to the Halliwell manor as it was under lock and key so was mine. Though since I am 'dead' maybe it was easier to get into. I changed into my jeans and grabbed my jumper. I looked over Sam and thought that to be on the safe side I should make sure he stays asleep for a while. I brushed my hand along his arm and willed him to stay asleep. I grabbed the motel paper and pen from the table and began writing them a note.
Sorry guys. Time was running out and I did not have time to explain or fight it out with you. I need to help some friends and I can feel their time shortening. Beware something is coming whether for you or me or them I do not know. Just be careful. If you need me just call out my name. Hopefully, I will not be long.
Keaira
I left the note on the table; sticking out under the book Dean was reading. I straightened up his head and covered him with his blanket.
