I'm debating on sticking around this evening, considering it's taken me three flipping days to even get here. I could do with sleeping in a proper bed and not my car again and get a proper damn shower. I'm still thinking upon Roy and his wife Sue Ann and I can't help but get this feeling that there's something suspicious about those two. Or at least, Mrs LeGrange, I just wish I could put my finger on why I think that.
I feel the need to stretch my legs so I decide to park my car in the local park's car parking lot and go for a stroll. I need to sort through my thoughts and figure out what the hell to do about my being here and the Winchesters. I came here with the full intention telling Dean who I am, the whole truth. That I survived a wendigo attack which rarely happens, that I've been alive this whole time living with Bobby whom is my Uncle and the person he has highly detested the last few years is in fact the love of his life. Yet now I'm seeing him healthy and alive, I'm thinking about anything other than spilling the beans. I mean, he's not dying so what's the huge urgency to telling him the truth now? I can't see the point anymore. So why am I walking the length of this path in the park focusing on how I felt when I thought he was dying? Why am I focusing on what was going through my mind when I had to imagine life completely without Dean? Without all the bickering thanks to this false persona I've put on? Without seeing all that passion in his eyes when he's trying to fathom me out or shouting at me, or even having angry sex with me?
My thoughts are distracted and taken from me, as I suddenly hear screaming further down the dirt path. I rapidly withdraw my handgun and remove the safety as I carefully run down, trying to see where the screaming is coming from, when I don't hear any screaming anymore. In fact it's TOO quiet, and that's worse than hearing screaming constantly. At least screaming let's you know the innocent victim is still alive. I'm not holding out much hope for whoever is screaming, but I have to continue forward either way. If it's something in my line of work, I might still have the chance to get revenge for that poor female. Well, I'm guessing it's a female from the scream, but then… it could be Dean- he always did scream like a girl. Heh, there's the old me back! Taking the smirk off my face, I go back to being professional and I turn the corner of the dirt path, I see a woman on the floor looking up in shock before she just slumps down on the ground. Seeing nothing attacking her, I return the safety lock on my handgun and shove it back down the back of my pants, and begin a sprint up to the woman.
She seems so fit, in jogging gear. She's obviously a health freak and all about staying in good shape inside and out, and yet here she is on the floor at my feet grey as anything and well and truly dead. Squatting down, I pull my hoodie sleeve cuff down and over my hand to check her over. She's definitely dead and it looks like it's down to lack of oxygen. Not just general running and getting out of breath, but actual in need of life support because your organs don't create enough oxygen in your body for you to breathe properly. How is that even possible though? She's obviously a trained athlete. Unzipping my biker jacket right pocket, I take my cell phone out and speed dial 911 to call for police. Someone has to phone this in. "911" a woman greets me on the other end. "I'd like to report a death, a young woman, in the park, main path for runners, about 700 yards down from the main gate." I say briefly on the phone. "Can I ask your name please?" The woman on the phone asks yup just like always and perfect routine they ask for the name of the reporter. "Yeah sure my name is…" I begin to say before hanging up. Must make sure to drop of the radar after this for this town.
Standing up I quickly leave the scene and head back to my car where I get in, start up the engine and drive away in an attempt to find a motel that doesn't inhabit the Winchester brothers. I know better than to go for the first one in the A-Z, that's what THEY do, so I drive round onto the other side of town and check into that other motel. Better safe than sorry aye? Checking in, I get out my standard duffel and try to relax with a shower and some sleep.
It's the next day and I'm pulling into the LeGrange property for the next seminar to witness for myself just how this Roy really heals people with life threatening illnesses just by using his faith. I spot the 1967 Impala parked further back, and decide it's best yet again to reverse back and park further back, so neither of the boys spot me. Last thing I need is Dean or Sam to think I'm attempting to steal their case yet again. Even though I'm not 100% sure there is a case, but after seeing that chick die from something invisible out of nowhere in the park last night? I'm curious to see if this Roy is linked to it.
Grabbing my trusty old hoodie, I put it on over my biker jacket this time, as I know the Winchesters would recognise my jacket. Flipping the hood up and over my head, so it's covering most of my face, I tuck my hair inside and trudge up the muddy path making sure I blend in with the crowd that is around. I spot the protester outside yet again, trying to convince people that Roy is no healer, when I spot two familiar people walk by him. I dive between the cars, making sure to stay as hidden as possible. Of course I get the odd strange look from people, which is when I realise I was blended in with them. I guess old habits hard huh? Standing up I pretend that I just lost my footing slightly and I was saving myself from going splat in the mud. It seems to have worked.
I watch out of the corner of my eye as Dean takes one of the leaflets from the protester and Sam looking like he wants to pat him on the back for all the work he's doing. It's then that I notice the boys turn as Roy is assisted down the front porch stairs of his white house and across the lot to the tent. I watch with scrutiny as Sam splits from Dean and by blending through the crowd he makes his way over to the house whilst Dean heads into the tent. "What do they know that I don't?" I can't help but mutter to myself, so I split from the group of strangers I'm in between and follow Dean into the tent. I'd much rather follow Sam, but something is telling me I'm missing something in the tent. Dean usually goes 'leader' on cases for reasons. As I near the entrance of the tent, I see Dean near it on the right hand side so I quickly tilt my head down and head to the left and sit down on a bench, situated third from the back.
I look up and see Roy on stage, getting ready to pick someone new for healing. Sue Ann is next to him scouring the crowd. I glance across and see Dean still standing near the back, refusing it sit down. Granted it's a full house but there has to be a reason he's refusing to look incognito and just sit on a bench. Suddenly I watch as his phone begins to ring and people look toward him in a disapproving manner. He answers it anyway, and I'm suddenly beginning I wished I sat closer to him. I start to use my lip reading techniques and watch closely as he replies to whom I'm guessing is Sam. "What you got?" I make out him asking, and then wait for Dean to reply to whatever is being said to him from Sam. "What, the guy in the parking lot?" I make out being said – just about.
That's enough for me to get, this LeGrange couple are definitely up to fishy, so I stand up and snake my way out of the tent, whilst Dean hangs up on the phone and makes his way to the front of the tent. I look for the protestor in the parking lot even though I'm not entirely sure why or what from. Only the brothers know that, but my hunter instinct is there and I can't just let someone die because I turned the other cheek due to my own stubbornness. As I'm scouring the parking lot I'm not entirely looking where I'm going when I suddenly bang into someone. I think it's someone whose just running late when that particular someone doesn't let go of my arms. "Kenzi?" I hear be asked in a very familiar voice and upon looking up, I see it is indeed Sam Winchester.
"Shit, hi Sam…" I respond to being caught by one of them. "I thought it must be you skulking around the parking lot. What are you doing here? If Dean sees you here he'll freak," Sam tells me, and I get the feeling he's conflicted on whether he should be angry I'm here or if he's concerned on what Dean would do if he saw me here. "Do I look like a give a damn what Dean would do or say to my presence in this muddy parking lot?" I respond, ah there's my smart-ass smug tone of voice I've missed so dearly.
He sighs and his grip loosens on my arms before he entirely lets go, "I guess not. But word of warning he is seriously not in the mood to see someone he doesn't like. Especially tonight, and it's kinda my fault so…" He begins to say to me, and I can't help but finish off his sentence for him. "Keep my distance and out of his eye shot. Got it, I fully intend to. But err… humour me, why is his usual terrible mood your fault?" I can't help but ask him. If I'm to find out what's the deal with the LeGranges, then I may as well try through the more diplomatic Winchester right? "I brought him here to be healed the other day. He was… he was dying and I had to save him somehow. I thought this Roy was the real deal, but it turns out there's some black magic being used, a reaper is being summoned to heal people by taking away their illnesses and putting them onto someone else a lot more healthy. An eye for an eye so to speak." Sam explains to me.
So that's how that athletic woman died from lack of oxygen in the park last night. I knew it had to be something supernatural. I nod in acknowledgement at his explanation, "Okay so how do we kill a reaper?" I question him, this is a first for me, but I fully intend to help him out. "We don't that's the problem. We need to try and keep that Protester alive. Roy is picking his victims whom he sees as immoral." He begins to tell me and I as go to reply to him once more, we both hear a scream for help but what we can guess is the protestor Wright. We both spin around outwardly trying to pinpoint where the voice is coming from when Sam spots Wright slam his hands down on a car bonnet and trying to run from something. "Over there!" Sam points out and we both go running after Wright.
"Help! Help please!" Wright begs looking up at Sam, before rapidly glancing at myself, then back to Sam. "Where is he?" Sam questions looking around wildly for the reaper, even though it's hopeless because only Wright and the person being healed in the tent can actually see the damn thing. Just because I haven't hunted a reaper before doesn't mean I haven't read about them. When you grow up with Bobby as your Uncle and guardian, you'd be surprised how many books you'd get through. Wright grabs a hold of Sam's shoulders and point ahead of us, "Right there!" He exclaims in a panicked voice. "Fine, come on." Sam just says, pulling him in the opposite direction the reaper is coming from. "You coming Kenzi!?" Sam shouts and I don't even bother responding to that, I just follow.
Dean watches as Layla Rourke, a woman who he met the day prior and felt truly sorry for, gets chosen by Roy. He knows he can't let her be healed, but at the same time, he knows he can't let her die painfully from cancer. She deserves a good long life, but if he lets her be healed Wright has to die from the same terrible disease. He feels conflicted and torn on what decision to make, but knows if she gets healed by black magic, and then sees Wright's body dead on the floor afterwards, the guilt would tear her apart. Hell, the guilt tears him apart for letting that athlete die from a heart attack. He chooses the only way he knows, and begins to shout about a fire catching the tent. Roy stops the healing of Layla Rourke and people begin to exit the tent in an orderly fashion.
Sam's phone goes off and he picks it up, to hear Dean on the other end. He looks around the lot with Wright and myself. All of us are on high alert at this stage. "David, I think it's okay," Sam tells Wright, so that's his first name- good to know. David is looking around to make sure Sam is telling the truth, and I really hope he is. All of this running around is all based on Dean's actions back in the tent. "No!" David exclaims, pointing in front of us. Every bone in my body wants to steal Sam's phone from him and give Dean earful, but I have to play the nice co-operative female hunter right now. "Dean it didn't work! The reaper's still coming!" Sam shouts down the phone.
I wait around, standing in front of David, side stepping all around him to make sure that the reaper doesn't get too close. "If he gets too close let me know, I can't do much but I try something if it comes to it," I tell David Wright and truthfully it's bull, but he doesn't need to know that. Desperate times cause for desperate measures right? Sam is still on the phone to Dean, so I have no idea what the hell is going on or how we're going to be stopping this reaper anytime soon. All I do know is that David Wright is getting ridiculously anxious and scared and we're doing next to nothing to calm him down or save his sorry ass. "I'm telling you, I'm telling you it didn't work. Roy mustn't be the one controlling this thing." Sam tells Dean and I can't help but roll my eyes. Seriously, you're coming to this conclusion now!? Jeez, and I thought you were a university major? As I turn around David Wright once more, I suddenly I don't hear David's panicked breathing, but more like grasps for air. The reaper has got him and neither of us know what the hell to do. David is goner, right in front of our eyes until… David starts gasping more and seeming to come round from his trance like state. The reaper must have gone. Dean actually did it. Huh, I guess he's not as annoying and as big an idjit as I put him down for.
Sam helps David up whilst telling him he's got him. Again I can't help but roll my eyes. Why do people say that when they're helping someone up? Even I've said it before, and I'll never understand that. I mean, the person you're helping knows you've got them right? David makes the usual over used one liner of "Thank God' as he feels free of the reaper's grasp. That's another saying I wont understand, and yet we all say it. It just seems even more hypocritical and ironic coming from a protestor like David. I look around and see a lot of people wandering around wondering why on earth someone would shout about the tent being on fire, when it is indeed not. Yeah, I'm over hearing a lot of chit chat. Dean is not the people's favourite person right now and I can't help but smirk at this little detail. That's when I suddenly spot Dean breaking away from Mrs LeGrange and the police and walking across the lot towards us, which is my cue to leave. So with a quick turn on my heels I scarper before Dean sees me standing with Sam.
Back at my motel, I'm sitting on the edge of my bed flicking through an old book about reapers. I figure I may as well touch up on what I know, to refresh my memory. So from what I could gather whilst around Sam, it's not Roy who is truly healing people by faith, nor is he the one controlling the reaper to give and take life so he can heal these innocent people. So considering I didn't hear the phone conversation between the two brothers, I'm taking a wild stab in the dark in saying its Sue Ann doing the controlling. I knew something was whack with her. I didn't trust her from the moment she opened her front door to me. Judgemental little bitch.
Ah, here we go! There's a page here talking about controlling of a reaper and what you need for it. Woah, she's seriously in knee deep with this stuff! It takes some serious spell work and black magic to control a reaper, but the consequence of that, the moment the spell is broken is not pretty. I can't see her going to her Heaven if she believes in it, when this is all over. This is precisely why I could never have a proper religion to follow. I've seen too much, know too much and well, experienced too much to rely on a faith and prayers to get through each and every day.
It's getting late and I have a feeling from all this reading that I'm gonna need to go back there and help the boys out. Yet that means I will no doubtedly bump into Dean, which I don't want to do. So I'm kind of torn on which route to actually take. Do I just stay here and let them get on with it or do I go back and help them out? I don't know why I'm asking you, it's not like I can hear a reply. Dropping the book down on the side of the bed, I let myself fall down onto it fully and stare up at the ceiling. I need to try and properly sleep, I've been getting those nightmares again. So the boys can do this one alone. Also, I haven't exactly been resting since my own incident and the pills are totally taking it out of me.
I close my eyes, convincing myself this is the best decision to do. It's not like the brothers don't know how to hunt without me, and technically I shouldn't even be here. Letting out a yawn, I continue to keep my eyes shut, hoping at some point I will fall asleep. "Go to Dean" I hear, and it makes me open my eyes sharply and sit up quickly. Looking around, I see no one in the room but myself. I think I'm starting to go crazy. Laying back down I close my eyes yet again and try once more to get some sleep. "GO TO DEAN MIKA!" I hear once more being shouted at me, and it makes me get up so quickly it pulls my side and I wince. I know that voice, it's my dad, he's haunting my mind again. Grabbing my jacket and car keys, I leave the room and head back to the church of LeGrange. Or as I'm now wanting to dub it: The Church of Le Strange, heh. I'm going to be so glad to see the back of this place and do something solo afterwards. When I say solo, I mean knock myself out so I can sleep- nightmare induced or not. At this stage I don't care which.
The usual place yet again. Turning my headlights off I as slowly and quietly cruise up the drive-way, make a U-Turn and park the car facing the exit. Getting out I walk around, making sure to pick the route that has the most darkest of spots possible. Looking around, I don't see Sam anywhere, but I do Dean playing ninja hiding from the cops amongst the cars. Which means, if I see him, if he looks up he's bound to spot me back. He seems to be doing okay though, so I'll leave him to it.
I head round the back of the house, trying to find any sign of Sam. He was round here last time earlier in the day, so I figured this was the best place to begin the search.
"Goodbye Sam," I hear from just in front of me, and I quickly dive into a bush to my left. It's Sue Ann and she's coming out of the basement and locking it up behind her. So that's where Sam is! I watch her leave and head round to the back of the tent, holding into her grasp a cross necklace, which resembles the one I saw in my book. Creeping out of the bush and picking twigs out of my hair, I go over to the basement window and take a gander inside. "Kenzi?" Sam is looking right at me in question. "Congratulations, we have a winner on tonight's game show!" I remark to him in my smart-ass tone. "We don't have time for your smart-ass attitude, get me out of here." Sam retorts to me, and I smirk. "Get yourself out Sammy, you okay though?" I reply back to him.
"Yeah I'm fine, I need to get out of here, she's targeting Dean to save Layla" He says to me, and I can tell he's using his 'this is not the time' voice. I point through the window to behind him, "Break that block of wood behind you, it looks strong enough to smash the window." I suggest to him, and as he follows my finger to the wooden shelving behind him, he does exactly as I said. Breaking off the wood, he manages to smash the window (once I'm out of the way I'd like to add) and climb on out. "She headed to the tent, she's using the cross necklace to control the thing right?" I whisper to him, and he just nods, shh-ing me at the same time. We need to get the upper hand on this crafty woman, so we do exactly this, we weave our way through the darkness and creep on up behind her, whilst she's busy speaking Latin onto the cross. Sam grabs the cross from Sue Ann and throws it to the ground, whilst smashing the bottle of blood it retains all in the process. I hear from inside the tent, that things have been put on hold.
I can Layla saying how she doesn't feel any different, and Roy calling out for Sue Ann. Good, things are going the right way. I nod to Sam to let him know the healing of Layla Rourke has been put to a full stop. "My God, what have you done?" Sue Ann questions Sam, falling to the ground in despair. "He's not your God," Sam and myself say in perfect unison. So yet again Dean's ass has been saved. Then right in front of us, we see Sue Ann's face make a turn for the worst, as she looks on in fear. She's seeing the reaper and it's now coming for her, to avenge being controlled and trapped by her. Sam I can tell, is glad justice is being served, but he's also got the feeling that he shouldn't be watching as she dies. Myself on the other hand, is watching and smirking, smiling as she gets her just desserts. Both of us walk away as her body slumps to the ground, convulses a couple of times and then just dies.
I continue walking beside Sam before I turn and head to my car. "Hey thanks – Kenzi?" Sam thanks me, but I'm already walking away and well in the darkness by this point. I do look over my shoulder though and see him looking around for me. "That's how it has to be kiddo," I mutter before looking back at my car, getting in and driving off whilst he makes his way to Dean and their impala.
(Note: I'd love some private message feedback from you guys now you've read this! What would you like to see in the next chapter? Some flashbacks involving John Winchester, Dean and Mika at aged 17 whilst I write for episode 'Shadow' or time skip through the episodes by doing solo Mika fuelled stuff and head into season 1's finale episode, that will be 100% filled with all of the feels you won't be able to handle it lol! PM me and let me know! It's your chance to have a say what goes on in Mika's life!)