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Chapter 36 Playlist:

Keep Holding On –Avril Lavigne

Make It Up –Shura

Close To You –Rihanna

Previously on Warmness on the Soul:

Just as he looked over at me with a grimace on his face, I felt myself viciously pulled back towards the window.

Hear me when I say, when I say I believe

Nothing's gonna change

Nothing's gonna change destiny

Whatever's meant to be will work out perfectly

I landed with a hard thud in water, the ground underneath me feeling squishy and wet. I let out a loud grunt as something hard landed on my back. I looked over my shoulder to see Dean on top of me as I gasped for air. He got off of me and helped me to my feet; I was covered in mud and almost completely wet. "You okay?" he asked.

I nodded before I looked back towards the window to see Castiel standing there. It was raining, making me realize that we were back home. We all walked through the window and back into Bobby's living room. I looked over to Bobby's desk to see him sitting there looking over at us. I looked back down at my soaking clothes making my hair fall over my face like a curtain. I ran my fingers over my hair in relief and smiled, "My hair! It's back!"

"Castiel, what happened?" Sam asked completely ignoring my comment.

"You cast a spell that—," Castiel said before I interrupted him.

"We know. We just don't understand why the reversal spell didn't work," I told him, not wanting to hear the same explanation that fake Castiel had been giving when we had to act.

"You were in a world with no magic. The spell had to be cast by someone magical. Who did you have cast it?" he questioned.

"I said the spell," Dean said slightly confused.

I pressed my lips into a line, "That doesn't make sense," Castiel said in his gruff voice, "Dean isn't magical."

"I cast it," I murmured from behind them. They both turned to look at me; I ignored their looks and looked to Castiel. "When Dean said it nothing happened so I tried saying the spell."

"Bella's magical?" Sam questioned as he looked back towards Castiel.

"It appears so," he responded.

"But she's human," Dean said in a slightly heated tone.

"She must have some kind of magical element in her that can't be removed," Castiel stated. I didn't know how to take the news. Is this a good thing or a bad thing? Should I be asking him about what fake Castiel had said in the other universe?

"Would it have anything to do with the deal my great grandfather made?" I asked curiously.

"Possibly," Castiel said as he looked at me in thought.

That was all he had to say about that, he continued to tell us that he had managed to capture Crowley. Unfortunately a few angels from his garrison were killed in the process. He had us teleported in the warehouse where Crowley was captured so we could interrogate him. He was nothing like I expected him to be. The accent definitely threw me off; he was like a British well suited version of Bobby. After deciding we were just going to leave him there to rot, because he wanted us to make some sort of deal with him; he spoke up and told us he would give us the spell to stop my 'curse' in exchange for his freedom.

I didn't buy it and at first neither did the guys but after talking it over and thinking it through they decided it was worth a try. I wanted to refuse and tell them it was a waste of time; that he was a demon and was most likely lying but I didn't want to make them think I was giving up again. Not after the last time; although technically I got to rub the last spell in their faces since it backfired. In reality the small glint of hope in Dean's eye is what made me agree with them.

After writing down the ingredients and the incantation for the spell, we let Crowley go even though all we really wanted to do was stab his smug English face. Before he disappeared into thin air Castiel warned him to stay close in case the spell didn't work, or the deal was off if he ever showed his face around us again. Crowley commented with a bitter witty rejoinder and vanished, much like Castiel moments later. Most of the ingredients were easy to come by although we did have to go to different cities and sometimes states to get some of them. Which is how we got stuck in the place we were in now, doing a case. Apparently kids had been going missing in the current city we were staying in.

"So the only thing that seems to fit the description is something called a Rawhead," Sam said making the end of that sentence sound more like a question than a statement.

"What's a Rawhead?" Dean asked as he continued eating his pie on the bed.

I had just gotten out of the bathroom when this conversation started, "You're kidding right? You've never heard of the Rawhead?" I was baffled that I for once knew about a mythical creature that they didn't.

"Care to fill us in?" Sam asked.

I went over to Sam's bed, since he was sitting at the small table, and looked between the two, "So you've never heard the rhyme," I said as more of a statement than a question.

"What rhyme?" Dean asked confused.

"Rawhead and bloody bones, steals naughty children from their homes, takes them to his dirty den, and they are never seen again," I said the rhyme and waited for some kind of clue from them, that they knew what I was talking about.

I sighed exasperated, "He's an Irish version of the Boogeyman. Supposedly he lived by the pipes that are under the sink and would take bad children and reward the good ones," I paused as I remembered something, "Actually, come to think of it his features are supposedly similar to one of a wendigo."

"Does he have to be killed by a flare gun too?" Dean asked.

"No, according to legend he has to be electrocuted," I stated as I sat down by Dean and picked at his pie. He gave me a slight glare which I responded to by sticking my tongue out and picking another piece of the pie out with my fingers before placing it in my mouth with a smile.

"Why?" Sam asked.

I watched as Dean slowly put a piece of the pie into his mouth with his fork. I didn't realize how incredibly sexy I found that until I heard, "Bella?"

"Huh?" I asked as I shook my head, "I'm sorry, what was the question?" I watched through the corner of my eyes as a smirk appeared on Dean's face. I pressed my lips into a line, a slight blush enveloping my cheeks for having been caught staring, and tried to concentrate on what Sam was saying.

"I asked why the legend says electrocuting him would work," he stated both slightly annoyed and amused.

I shrugged, "I don't know…but who wouldn't that kill?"

"A ghost," Dean replied back intelligently.

I looked over and glared at him, "It was more of a rhetorical question, genius." I rolled my eyes as he quirked his eyebrows up in surprise from my slight attitude before I looked back at Sam, "Maybe it has something to do with him being around water and pipes," I suggested.

"Maybe," Sam said looking at me in thought before going back to looking things up on his computer.

I got up from the bed to walk over to the table Sam was at to get my drink when everything started spinning. I braced myself in place and blinked a few times before closing them tightly to wait for the spinning sensation to stop. I suddenly felt warm hands gently on the top of my shoulders at the same time that I realized that someone was talking to me but their voice sounded muffled. I opened my eyes to find Dean in front of me with a concerned look on his face. He was saying something but I couldn't comprehend his words until abruptly my world seized to spin and I could hear again.

"Hey!" Dean shouted a little too loudly making me wince, "You okay?" he asked more softly, his hands gently squeezing the top of my arms.

I nodded, "I'm fine." I suddenly became aware of the fact that there was something wet on my lips. I brought my hand up and touched my lips, looking down at my fingers to find blood there.

"Sam," Dean said in troubled tone.

"Here," I looked over to see Sam come over from the bathroom with what looked like a wet cloth in his hands. Dean gently guided me to one of the beds and had me sit down before taking the cloth from Sam. He sat down next to me and gently started to clean the blood off my face. "How are you feeling?" Sam asked as he continued to stand before us with the same concerned face that Dean was wearing not too long ago.

"I'm fine," I repeated already feeling embarrassed enough about the fuss they had over me. I watched as Dean's face had gone from worrying to what could only be described as scowling. Obviously something I said or did didn't have him happy at the moment but he continued to help clean the blood off in a gentle manner anyway.

"What happened?" Sam asked still concerned.

"I got a head rush. I probably stood up too fast," I said with a shrug.

"Head rushes don't cause nose bleeds," Dean stated in a gruff voice that showed exactly how he was feeling at the moment. I just couldn't understand if he was feeling this way to cover his concern or if he was actually angry about something I had said.

I didn't know what to say to that. I knew that head rushes, or even getting dizzy, did not cause a nose bleed unless there was another problem at play. Mine was obviously the fact that I was dying, thanks to my curse. I stared at him, unable to say anything, as he cleaned what seemed to be the last remains of blood off my lips. I felt my heart clench painfully as I thought about how I wouldn't be around anymore if we couldn't find the last ingredient for the spell or if the spell didn't work for some reason. Not being here, not being around Dean and Sam, it hurt to think about it.

I had already gotten so used to being around these boys within the last few months, that they were all I had left. I may have been the one that was dying but they weren't just losing me, I was losing them as well, and it was something I had feared would happen since they decided to bring me along. Seemed like everyone left me at some point in my life and for what seemed like the longest time I thought they would do the same. Turns out they felt for me the same that I felt for them and that fact alone made my heart swell in joy. It was the fact that at some point in the future I wasn't going to be around that had me staring back at him trying my best to mask my emotions.

He finally looked into my eyes, after he had finished, seeming to be searching for something in them. I watched as he went from angry to what looked like defeat before he got up and went to the bathroom. I sighed, "Look we have other things to worry about. Like those kids and where to go looking for them."

It didn't take long for Sam to find out where he thought the kids were; not long after we were heading towards that exact location. Dean seemed to have been avoiding me since my nose bleed incident, yet at the same time he was keeping a close eye on me.

We got out of the Impala and went straight to the trunk to get our weapons. "How amped up are these things?" Sam asked as he passed me a taser gun only to have Dean snatch it out of my hands right away.

I gave him a confused yet annoyed look, "You're too accident prone, sweetheart," Dean replied back with a slight smirk before handing me a shotgun, "It gets near you, you shoot it."

I glared at him as I yanked the gun out of his grasp a little roughly. "Yeah cause that's going to get rid of him for good," my voice was dripping with sarcasm as I rolled my eyes at him before looking on to see him take a taser for himself.

"Amps?" Sam asked again.

"Hundred thousand volts," Dean replied back before shutting the trunk to the Impala.

"Damn," Sam said with ease.

"Are you kidding me?" I asked incredulously.

"What?" they both asked at the same time.

I pressed my lips into a line and tried to keep up as they started walking briskly towards the house, "What if you miss? That can kill someone."

"Sweetheart," Dean replied as he went to open the door, looking back at me real quick, "we don't miss."

I let out a huff as he swung the door open and we went in. After searching the house, the only place left was the basement so we all regrouped and went in. The kids, a boy and a girl, were waiting behind it with a scared look in their eyes. "Is it still here?" Sam whispered to the kids. They nodded in reply and glanced back as the boy pointed to a corner of the basement.

Dean gently moved them towards me, "Grab your sisters hand, come on, we gotta get you out of here." I gently placed a hand behind the small boys back and started walking them back upstairs. "Remember we only get one shot with these things. So make it count," I heard Dean say as I exited the basement and guided the kids outside. As soon as I got outside and herded the kids into the car, this sinking feeling from the pit of my stomach emerged.

My slow beating heart suddenly started beating faster making me quickly run back inside. Halfway there I heard a loud thud before I heard Dean yelling out for Sam. I ran down the basement stairs and assessed the room. Sam was knocked out on the right side of the room. I glanced over to the left side of the room just in time to see that Dean was on the floor scrambling for his taser as the Rawhead stalked towards him. Just as I made it down the last step I watched as Dean grabbed the taser and aimed.

"No! Dean! Don't!" I screamed out as I tried to make my way to him. I came to a halt freezing in place as the taser hit the Rawhead and electrocuted him. Rawhead was standing in the same puddle of water Dean was laying in. I watched horrified as the electricity shook Dean's body before it all stopped and he lay still in place.

I ran over to him, pushing the fear aside as my heart beat hard and fast against my ribcage threatening to fly out. "Dean," I ran a hand over his face, tears already rolling down my face, before checking for a pulse. I sighed slightly in relief when I found one, it was faint though he might not have been dead yet but he would be soon, "Sam!" I yelled out, my voice cracking. I moved over and lifted his head up onto my lap, "Dean," I shook him lightly, "Come on. Wake up," I cried out.

We were in the waiting room; Sam was finishing up talking to some cops about what happened, obviously lying about the situation, while I waited anxiously in the uncomfortable chair staring off in the direction they had wheeled Dean to. My leg bounced up and down as I waited for a doctor to come and tell us how he was doing. Sam finished up talking to the cops and quickly went up to the doctor making me stand up and stand over beside him. "How's he doing?"

"He's resting," the last doctor I had ever seen was Carlisle and at the moment it seemed like the vamp was friendlier than this human.

"And?" Sam asked as he tried to get some sort of diagnosis out of the rude doctor.

"The electrocution triggered a heart attack. Pretty massive, I'm afraid. His heart...it's damaged." My heart sunk to the pit of my stomach. Damaged?

"How damaged?" Sam asked.

"We've done all we can. We can try and keep him comfortable at this point. But, I'd give him a couple weeks, at most, maybe a month."

I bit back my tears to keep me from completely falling apart. This wasn't supposed to happen. Dean shouldn't die yet. It was only supposed to be me. He wasn't supposed to die. I looked up at Sam, "No, no. There's, there's...gotta be something you can do, some kind of treatment," Sam said in what sounded like a determined yet defeated tone.

"We can't work miracles. I really am sorry," the doctor replied. Sam quickly walked away towards Dean's room. He had this upset look on his face.

"Sam?" I asked with a small quiver in my voice as we stopped outside of Dean's room.

"He's wrong, Bella," Sam said through clenched teeth, "Dean's not going to die. He'll be okay," his voice changed towards the end as he looked down at me. He was trying to comfort me and it wasn't really working. He tried his best to smile as he gently placed a hand on my shoulder, "He'll be fine. I'll find a way," he said, eyes red from the tears welling up inside.

He walked in and I stayed outside, fear prickling at my skin making it hard to even glance at him in the condition he was in at the moment. How would I be able to see him without breaking down into tears? I wasn't sure I had enough strength for that at the moment. I closed my eyes shut tight and took a deep breath trying to calm myself before stepping inside.

"That fabric softener teddy bear. Oh, I'm gonna hunt that little bitch down," Dean was telling Sam in a weak voice. His voice sounded dry and raspy making me look away from Sam and over to Dean. I bit my lip to keep it from quivering as I took in his appearance. He was ghost white pale with dark purple circles under his eyes; somewhat resembling a vampires.

"Dean," Sam said in warning and to try to get him to focus. Sam glanced at me making Dean turn his attention towards me.

He tried his best to smile but it wasn't reaching his eyes, "How you feeling?" I asked once I knew my voice wouldn't give away my feelings.

"Alright," he answered me before looking back towards Sam, "well, looks like you're gonna leave town without me."

"What are you talking about? We aren't gonna leave you here," Sam replied back as he looked at him confused.

"You better take care of that car," he took a side glance towards me as he told this to Sam as if he was sending some other sort of message along with it, "Or, I swear, I'll haunt your ass."

"That's not funny," I spoke up as I crossed my arms over my chest doing my best to fight back tears.

"Oh, come on, it's a little funny," he said with a small sigh. I looked over at Sam as the tears started to brim over to see him fighting back his own tears as he stared down at the ground in front of him.

Dean sighed again as he took in our appearances, "Look, what can I say, it's a dangerous gig. I drew the short straw. End of story."

I took a step closer to the bed, towards him, my lip quivering, "How can you say that?"

He gazed into my eyes for what seemed like the longest time as if he was trying to find something there, "It's the truth. This is what I've been warning you about, sweetheart," his voice giving out lightly

I was freely letting the tears fall now, "How does that work?"

"How does what work?" he asked confused.

"Why is it okay for you to accept your fate but I can't accept mine?" my voice broke slightly as I asked him this. He turned his head away from me with this look in his eyes that I couldn't decipher, "All this time you've been fighting so hard to try and find a way to save me and yet when it comes to you…you just give up."

"Listen to her, Dean," Sam said making me realize that he was still in the room. I quickly wiped my cheeks away of the tears and looked back at Sam, "We have options."

"What options? Yeah, burial or cremation. And I know it's not easy. But I'm gonna die. And you can't stop it," he said this to Sam with a hard tone in his voice. It was like he was trying to pretend I wasn't in the room.

I clenched my jaw, "Watch me," my tone came out deep and harsh. I gave him the best glare I could muster up as I stalked my way out of the room.

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