Ellen went off on a hunt with Jo for a week, give or take. I had to take some time off from hunting because something was happening to me that hasn't happened since I was 15. I was hearing his voice again.
"Up!" Jason commanded from his high chair.
"First let's clean you up." I smiled, getting a baby wipe and walking over to him.
I wiped his hands and face before picking him up and walking into the living room where I have a bunch of his toys. I set him down before I sat down on the couch and watched tv.
That night after Jason went to bed I dressed in pajamas before trying to get sleep. I slept peacefully for about an hour before he spoke.
"Miss me?" He whispered. "It's been nine years, Ally. Let's go kill."
I bolted up in bed and layed in bed for the rest of the night. The next morning I got up when I heard Jason moving around.
"Good morning." I whispered to him and he stood up.
I grabbed a pair of jeans and a button up plaid shirt for Jason and picked him up. After changing his diaper and his clothes and brought him downstairs.
"Are you hungry?" I asked him.
He nodded and I put him in his high chair. I put a waffle into the toaster and put Jason's bib on and waited for the waffle to pop out. When it did I put it onto a plate and ripped it up into bite-size pieces for him. He clapped his hands as I walked over and gave it to him. Then I went upstairs to change, too. I put on jeans and a sweatshirt before walking downstairs and turning on the news. Nothing unusual was happening and after Jason was done I cleaned him up and brought him upstairs to his room. He had toys there, too, so I let him play while I cleaned up in the kitchen.
After an hour I brought Jason to a park and he played. I also pushed him in the swing for awhile.
One week later:
Ellen is back from her Rawhead hunt with Jo. Meanwhile, I've been getting worse. I hear his voice at night, and I can't sleep. Even worse, he talks to me during the day, too. Every morning I would go look into the bathroom mirror and see bags under my eyes. I've kept it from Ellen, I don't want her to worry. I put on makeup under my eyes to hide the dark color and walk downstairs and hit with the scent of bacon.
"Good morning sweetie." Ellen said, eating at the table and Jason is next to her in his high chair eating pancakes.
"Morning." I replied, picking up a plate and putting pancakes and bacon on it before sitting next to Ellen.
"Sorry I didn't wait. You've seemed tired since I got back so I didn't wake you." Ellen said.
"It's fine." I replied before I took a bite of bacon.
After breakfast Ellen took Jason to take a bath and I cleaned up the kitchen.
"He is just adorable. Then again, he looks a lot like you." I heard him say.
I dropped the plate in the sink and leaned on the counter, my hands gripping the edge of the counter.
"Leave. Me. Alone." I said harshly.
"Nah. I don't think so. And don't think your angel friend can help you like last time. My creations are breaking the seals as we speak. I'm getting stronger with each passing day." He replied. "And then we will take over the world."
"No." I started.
"Hon, are you okay?" Ellen asked from the doorway with Jason in her arms.
I turned around and smiled, "Yeah, why?"
"I thought I heard you talking to yourself." Ellen replied.
"I was, but everyone talks to themself every once and awhile." I responded.
Ellen nodded before walking onto the living room and setting Jason down by his toys and walking back over to me.
"You sure nothing is wrong?" She questioned.
"I'm just tired Ellen. I didn't get very good sleep last night." I answered.
"Alright, I'm taking over. Go rest on the couch, sweetie." Ellen said, grabbing my shoulders and moving me to the side.
I slowly walked over to the couch and layed down, turning on the tv.
"You're a very good liar, I like that." He said.
He kept quiet long enough for me to sleep. But what only felt like minutes he yelled, "Wakey wakey!"
I bolted up and noticed it was dark out. I sat up and rubbed my temples from my headache. I stood up and walked into the bathroom where the aspirin was. I took two pills before walking out and into my room. I sat on my bed, soaking in the silence.
"I don't know why you dislike me so much." I heard him say and an outline of a shadow lay down on my bed behind me.
"More like hate really." I replied.
"Hate is such a powerful word. You don't hate me, you dislike me." He responded.
"Why can't you just leave me alone?" I asked.
"You know, I used to be God's favorite." He said, avoiding the question, "Until he created those flawed creatures. He told us to bow down to them, why would we do such a thing? They're lower than the angels, they should be bowing down to us."
"You know that I am one of those flawed creatures?" I questioned.
"No, you're not." He replied.
"How am I not? I'm human just like the rest of them." I asked.
"You're different." He said and I could just hear the smile on his lips, "From the moment you were born, you were different."
I stood up and glared at the figure. "Leave me alone."
"You can't get rid of me. I'm in your head, Ally." He said before the figure disappeared and I couldn't hear his voice.
One Week Later:
He just won't stop. I haven't gotten any sleep for days. The color under my eyes keep getting darker and darker. Ellen forces me to rest while she takes care of Jason, but that doesn't help. He talks to me about the strangest things. One time he asked me if I can use magic on something. Of course I declined. Right now I'm laying in my bed, trying to sleep. It's like I'm fifteen again.
I was only thirteen when it started. A few days after Jason died. I barely came out of my room, barely ate, barley slept. I blamed my mom. She was the one who summoned those things. Daevas, they were called.
"Ally come out, you need to eat!" Mom said, banging on the door.
"Leave me alone!" I screamed.
A few weeks later I started cutting, and the only time I slept was when I took sleeping pills. A few months after my fourteenth birthday I started hearing voices, and they kept me up at night. I was failing school and I now have to talk with my guidance councilor. But I snapped when I was fifteen.
Now I only hear one voice, he called himself Lucifer. As in the devil. I heard during the day and night. I would stay awake for days at a time until I passed out from exaustion.
"Hey, freak. Watcha doing?" The queen bitch of my high school asked.
"Why do you care, skank?" I asked, closing my sketch book and standing up.
"Well, I have to do community service for one of my classes, and I'm deciding to help you out." She replied.
"I don't need your help, bitch." I replied before I started to walk away.
"Hey! Don't walk away from me!" She yelled, grabbing my arm.
I stood still and glared at her. I then spun around and grabbed the hand that was hanging on me and bent it back. Not enough to break it, just enough for it to hurt.
"Hey! Hands off freak." I heard before I looked and saw Matt Devin, the most popular guy in the school.
He was about to grab onto me before I flung him back into the wall with magic.
"Dude, what the hell?" Brian said, helping Matt up, their eyes never leaving mine.
"Leave me alone." I replied, letting go of Lexi and running off.
Rumors spread about me quickly around the school, saying that I was a witch. I guess you wouldn't call them rumours, because they're true. About a week later I was jumped in an ally on the way home from school.
"Hey, witch. Ready for some payback?" Lexi asked.
There were four of them. Lexi, Matt, Brian, and Max.
"Just leave me alone." I replied, before trying to walk around them.
"Yeah, no. Not after that stunt you pulled. You've gotta learn your place." Max said, crossing her arms.
"Kill them. No one will care or miss them." I heard him say.
Brain and Matt walked toward me. I didn't fight back as the pinned me to the brick wall. I saw the glint of a knife in Brain's hand. They covered my mouth before carving the skin of my face, above my eyebrow.
"Do it." He said again.
I ignored him as they kept cutting my skin.
"Kill them." He whispered before I snapped.
The next thing I remember was being tied down onto bed. I opened my eyes to see a popcorn colored ceiling. The walls were blue and there was only a table, chair, and bed in the room. On the right side there was a barred window. I heard a knock on the door and I turned to see my mom and who I assumed was a doctor.
"Where am I?" I asked.
"Mental ward in the Crestwood Medical Center." The doctor man replied.
"What happened?" I questioned, looking at the bounds I had on my hands and feet.
"You killed four teenagers." He answered before walking fully into the room.
I then tried to sit up, but was held down my the straps.
"I don't- I don't remember killing anybody." I replied.
"We found you surrounded by the bodies covered in their blood." Mom responded, sitting on the bed.
"Mom," I begged, "Let me go. I didn't kill anybody. They jumped me and they had a knife."
"We can't let you go until the results of your CT scan." The doctor replied.
"CT scan?" I questioned.
"I think you had a mental break down, that's why you don't remember killing them." He answered.
"I'm not mental!" I yelled.
"Are you sure about that?" Lucifer said.
"Shut up." I whispered.
"What'd you say?" The doctor asked.
"Nothing." I replied before a nurse appeared in the doorway.
"Doctor, you're needed in room 228." She said before leaving.
He looked at me before leaving.
My CT scan came in, telling me that I'm mentally ill or something. So now, I'm officially staying here. Great. Even better, Luci won't leave me alone. Since my door is mostly shut I can reply and they took the straps off of me, so I can move around. But after being here for two months, I was sick of it.
I cant sleep and Lucifer keeps yelling. And I've been yelling back. I even got violent once. They had to put the straps on me again. One night I was laying in the bed, my eyes closed, trying to sleep, when I heard the door open.
"Look who's here." Luci said.
I opened my eyes and saw the man who brings my medicine to me.
I looked at him, confused, before speaking, "Why are you here? I don't need my medicine till morning."
"I'm not the man who brings you your pills." He replied without any emotion in his voice.
"Oh yeah, then who are you?" I questioned.
"I'm an angel of the Lord, Castiel." He answered.
"Sorry, but I don't believe in angels." I said.
"I've heard about Castiel. He's a troublemaker." Lucifer said.
"Then let me prove it to you." Castiel said before a flash of lightning and I was able to see his wings.
"Oh my god." I whispered.
"I've came to help you." He said.
"Well, you can first help by taking these damn things off." I said looking at the straps.
He came over and undid them and I sat up.
"So what are you supposed to help me with?" I asked.
"You can hear him, can't you?" Castiel asked.
"Hear who?" I questioned.
"You know who I'm talking about. Lucifer." He replied.
I sighed and nodded. "He doesn't stop. I can't sleep anymore."
He nodded before sitting next to me.
"Can you make it stop?" I asked.
Castiel sat there for a few moments before standing up, "I can block him from your mind."
I could heat the 'but' in his voice.
"But?" I asked.
"It will be painful." He replied.
I smiled, "I don't care. If you can make it stop then I'm all for it."
"You don't want this, Ally." Lucifer said.
"I need you to lay down." Castiel said.
I nodded before laying back down. He walked next to me,
"Are you ready?" He asked.
I nodded before closing my eyes. I felt his hand on my forehead and I felt this white-hot pain in my head and Lucifer's voice,
"Ally!" He screamed before everything went dark.
I sat on my bed staring off into space into space, even when I heard the flapping of wings I didn't look away, I knew who it was.
"Oh, look, your guardian angel is here." Lucifer said.
Castiel bended down to look at me straight in the eyes, he was frowning as I looked back at him. The he stood up and he disappeared, only to return a few seconds later with a damp paper towel. He went back to the position he was in earlier, in front of me, before he took the towel and wiped under my eyes until he was satisfied.
"Make up can't hide everything, you know." He said before throwing it away in the trash bin in my room.
"I can hear him again, Cas." I whispered.
I heard him sigh before I felt the bed sink next to me from his weight.
"I knew it would be happening soon. He get's stronger every time a seal breaks." Cas responded.
"Can you stop it? Like before?" I asked.
"It will be a lot harder this time, and a lot more painful. But I do believe I can stop it again." Cas answered.
I scooted back on the bed and layed down, looking at the ceiling. I could see the worry in Cas' blue eyes before I closed mine and his hand was on my forehead.
"He's not strong enough. You can't get rid of me, Ally!" Lucifer exclaimed as I felt an even worse pain then last time, not only in my head, but my whole body and I eventually passed out from the pain.
"That night when I visited you in that hospital, strapped down, begging for him to stop, I was ordered to kill you." I heard Cas say when I woke up.
I kept my eyes shut so I could listen without him knowing I was awake.
"You were innocent. You didn't want this life. I didn't realize that until I met your brother. When his soul came up I visited him, and he asked me if I would promise to watch over you. And I did promise him. I've been watching over you for eleven years." He continued.
"What's heaven like?" I asked as I rolled over to face him.
"There isn't just one heaven. There's more like trillions of heavens, they're the happy memories of the people who have died." Cas answered.
"Have you seen Jason's?" I questioned.
He nodded before saying something, "It was when you were a kid, and you visited your cabin with him when your mother was busy with work."
I smiled at all of the memories I had there with Jason, "That's where I buried Jason. I though that's where he would truly rest in peace."
"You were right." Cas replied before I heard my child Jason crying in the room next door.
I sat up and tried to stand up, but I was light headed.
"Rest." Cas said, pushing down in my shoulder to make me sit, "I'll take care of him."
"No, Cas..." I started but Cas was already out of the bedroom.
I sat there until I felt better, then I got up and walked to Jason's room. I saw Castiel standing by Jason's bed, holding him. He rocked him for a few more seconds before putting him back into his crib and he turned around to face me.
"I must return, Uriel is calling me." He said.
"Bye." I whispered before he nodded and left.