Raspberries (part one)

I sought comfort on a convenient placed, spacey-looking rock in front of the parking lot. I found my way up, slipping here and there, but the moss was a fancy addition for my bare feet since I kicked off the shoes I slipped on.
It was an impossible task to sit on this gigantic rock and not to think back on a story that I'd read in that never-ending book of treasures.
A small group of people believed that there were these things that, by chance, appeared to look like trolls. Only this species had a skin so hard that the townspeople said they were almost identical to stones.
That's how they have to spend their lives, rolling around rocks from god knows where to god knows where.
It would be unnecessary labour without its meaning to it. As how I read it, they did this job to connect one land to another.
The grass may be a little bit greener on the other side, but the trolls made sure that there wouldn't be any differences with the types of rocks that the land contained.

When I was contemplating to whether rolling stones could actually be a well-payed job in a realistic view, Dean made his way over.
His boots had a great grip on the gravel surrounding my place, but his balance got lost when he had to stop.
I saluted him as he was staring up at me. "Soldier." I said.
His brows furrowed. "How did you get up there ?"
"The trolls wouldn't get me up here, so I did it myself."
I wasn't sure if he got even more confused by the fact that I saluted him and casually threw the word trolls in the conversation, yet he sure looked befuddled.
"There's room." I said, shuffling aside. And within seconds he sat next to me.
I was intrigued by how fast he climbed up without any slipups. Hunters can't be great at everything, that's highly unlikely.
But so far I haven't found any inaccuracies in anything that they did. Leaving the drinking part aside.

The trees across the main road were bending along with the sudden gushes of wind. Letting a couple of leaves fly up in the air, to then be zigzagging its way down onto the ground.
The shifting of the temperature due to the wind left me to suddenly shiver.
Dean flung his head in my direction.
"Calm your tits, it's just a shudder." I waved.
"Then you should come inside instead of punishing yourself by being stubborn when you're clearly cold."
"Yup." I nodded. "And yet I won't come back inside." Pulling the jacket over my hands, I felt the blood circulation doing its thing back again.
I stuck them under my arms and stretched my exposed toes. Who clearly needed some circulation themselves before they would turn any shade of blue or purple.
"Thought so, Sam said the same thing." I shrugged. "He wasn't wrong about your level of patience, or whatever this stunt is."
"Good for him." I smiled.
You would hear some sounds behind those trees, leaves being crushed and stones being moved around, but shadow kept our eyes from seeing what it could be.
Dean exhaled. "Alright," He started, " I do understand that you are upset by the way we do things around here. But that's what we always have done."
I knew he would start rambling on about past war-stories of them, and I was right on time to infiltrate before it could initiate.
"Upset is an understatement, and it isn't that I don't like the way you guys do it. But there is a certain responsibility I feel whenever someone goes out of their own way to seek a possible fatal plan to save me. Sure, you do you. Guns blazing and what not. But if a bullet hits one of you guys, I'm first and foremost screwed in every way possible but also I have to live with that reminder. If I survive that is."
By the time I had finished that last sentence I saw Dean staring. "It's just a shit situation. On the other end you guys could find a possible cure that could possibly save me and , in the future, others as well. And then there are the endless endings that don't sound as rosy as the first one. You see, that risk isn't good in comparison to the approximate fail rating."
A faint wonder showed on his face which I decided to ignore with every fibre that I owned in my anatomically correct body.

"But would you risk it for someone else ?" He jerked his head towards me again. Staring at the side of my face.
He made me revisit my point of view.
"It depends, you know ?" I said, glancing over. "I could say something, but when it actually comes to that point, you never know how you would react."
"It's either fight or flight. Simple and sufficient enough."
"Fine." I said , fiddling with unknown items inside the jacket. I faced Dean and came to my conclusion. "I would." I nodded. "I would save someone. Rather try than not at all and might missing the chance of saving. I really would." I spoke out these words weakly, knowing that what I had said clearly showed the opposite of what I said before. And I knew that what I felt about a situation was at a different position than Sam's and Dean's.
"You could definitely save someone. Just," He made a gesture familiar to throwing knives or handling a sword in an odd way. "if you learn to…" He spoke in between his spasms.
"Got it." I answered quickly, hoping that he could do himself a favour by stopping his actions.
As my hope became truth I said my thanks in between a chuckle.
"You know Dean," I had drawn his attention back. "you're all right."
"Oh you know you can do better than that." He pushed.
As my answer to that was; "There are certain aspects of your personality that are not displeasing."
Dean sniffed. "I'll take it."

If you could see past these terrible times, there are little things that are still giving off joy.

As I was facing Dean on this great rock I could analyse any emotion given on his face.
That's how I saw his smile turning into a dead-serious straight line. I copied his facial expression and felt my smile fading.
I was not sure if I was safe to move or if there was anything lurking in those deep woods that I should be seeing.
But it was highly unlikely that he was looking at something else but my face.
He opened his mouth, millimetre by millimetre, and as the process developed I felt even more unclear about this whole moment.
Finally, he got his thoughts in a straight line and spoke.
"Lucy, you are glowing."
I vocalized my confusion. " Huh ? Dean you're clearly being delusional. I'm part angel not part of the Cullen family."
For whatever reason it didn't throw Dean off and he simply kept rummaging in his pockets.

"I do think that you need to learn how to socialise sober." I added.
"Careful." He mumbled a small warning while opening the camera application on his mobile phone. It was yet another one. A different one. From what I had seen he had quite a variation going on.
When he gave the phone to me, my face appeared in front of the camera and I couldn't believe it.
It seemed to appear that I did glow. However it was not my skin, it were my eyes.
Glowing a very light blue colour. The same radiation and everything as when I burned both Sam and Crowley. Only this time my hands weren't in their Iron Man state.
I wasn't scorching the phone to bits. I was just….glowing ?

I did appreciate that I wasn't' bringing anyone or anything in danger, but the meaning of my eyes turning into flashlights were unknown by me.
I could've pretended like I actually knew what was going on but my face showed pure confusion.
I slightly pushed my finger against my eyelid and winked a couple of times to see if the light corresponded.
"Your guess is as good as mine." I said, totally flabbergasted.
"Touch the grey button in the middle."
I obeyed and understood his meanings. I zoomed in on my face and captured the supernatural happening.
Right after I had a visual copy of my eyes shining bright as a diamond it started to fade.
Dimming slowly.
"I surely thought I would be soaring in the sky by now, attracting thunder and lightning just like Storm."
"Then I'm sorry to tell you it's just shitty weather." He said to me. Locking his phone and putting it back in his pocket.

I turned my body around and gripped my hands tight onto pieces of rock that stuck out the most. Letting myself slowly glide down.
It wasn't exactly 'sliding down' more like you try to slide down on a dry slide into a pool on a hot day.
Difficult a bit on the painful side and exceedingly awkward when you get stuck and you have to manoeuver your way forth.
But I got there, eventually. Without any help from Dean, who was pacing on the tiny surface.

"Do I have to call the firemen ? Or are you going to jump off ?"
Ultimately he did jump. Which is extremely stupid because you land on gravel ,and those guys have no support in any way when you land.
He managed to stay on his two feet , unlike me. For some reason I found the perfect spot where there was lack of ground. So the gravel caved partly in and so did my foot.
I succeeded in turning myself gracefully enough to not get myself on the ground again and I saw Sam leaning against the bordering of the front door. His mouth curved into a wide smile.
Not bothering to put back my shoes on, on the way back in , I found myself feeling somewhat in peace with the decision that has been made.
Sorting out what I like about the plan and don't like about the plan is certainly not the priority. Neither am I one.