Silent
Chapter 3
By : Swissalo
Started : 10/13/05
Finished : 10/22/05
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"Hey, Sammy." Dean greeted earning a glare as Sam looked over his shoulder, rolling his eyes at Sam's hatred of his longtime nickname Dean turned his attention to the burgundy haired woman in his car. She wasn't looking at him or Sam but at the house, he almost wondered what was going through her head as she looked at her old home. But he shook it off, he had something more important to discuss, turning his attention on his brother Dean tossed his bag over by the car. "We need to talk."
Sam nodded, glancing over at Biddy before silently followed Dean as his brother walked back towards the side of the house, away from Biddy. Stopping suddenly Dean spun around to face Sam, his hazel eyes blazed as they locked on Sam. Dean watched as Sam rolled his eyes, taking in Sam's guarded expression he knew that this conversation was going to be another of the ongoing battles between the two of them. Even more so than when they had fought over insignificant things back when they were younger. Dean knew Sam completely understood his actions and reasons but that didn't mean Dean himself had to go along with them and like them.
"What is she doing here?" Dean whispered fiercely as he flung his arm in the direction of the driveway. He would admit that they probably needed Biddy's help but not right now, he needed to do more research on this, he needed to understand why they hadn't picked up on this story when it had first happened.
"She wanted to leave." Sam muttered as he glared at Dean, he loved his brother but heaven or hellfire he wasn't going to put Biddy back in that institution, though he didn't know why he thought this way. She was fading away in that environment, she wasn't a stupid woman she just couldn't talk for reasons still unknown. She knew how to live even if almost her whole life had been wasted in that structured hell. He also wanted to study those will-o-wisps, he really wanted to know the story that was Biddy. Those wisps weren't like anything he had ever heard about before, glancing at Dean he watched as his older brother seemed to be internalizing his anger. Least he blow up now and piss off the house demon. Dean snorted as he glared at his baby brother, knowing that Sam wasn't telling him everything, telling him anything was more like it.
"Well she can't exactly talk, how in God's name do you know she wanted to leave?" Dean threw back at Sam, knowing that it would hit a cord in his brother's shell. But bring Biddy here, right now, when he knew nothing more about the demon except that it was an angry son of a bitch who could very possibly use Biddy's presence to appear again. "Sam you brought her into this thing without us knowing all the facts. For all we know she's going to cause that demon to break out."
"What do you know about will-o-wisps?" Sam asked suddenly, startling Dean as his brother changed topics on him. Dean stared at Sam before dropping the subject of Biddy for the moment. Their conversation was far from over, but Dean figured, he might get further with Sam if he didn't press as much. Never seemed to have helped much in the past.
"They're white or pale blue and enjoy getting people lost and creating mischief. Sammy you know this, we dealt with some mischievous wisps when you were six." Dean glanced at his brother, wondering what was causing Sam to ask questions he already knew the answer to, but Sam was lost in thought and hadn't even responded to being called Sammy.
"Didn't Dad think there was another 'race' of wisps. Because I remember one that was darker than all the others and it seemed to be following after us but when we followed it disappeared. You have to remember that, even Dad was getting annoyed with the oddities of that wisp he didn't think it was a wisp." Sam prodded on, he could search his father's journal but wanted to know if his father or Dean had found anything else out about the will-o-wisps. He could tell by Dean's clueless expression that his older brother obviously didn't remember the wisp Sam was talking about.
"I think we chalked that one up to be something else." Dean answered slowly as he turned to really look at his brother. He didn't know what the wisps had to do with the house demon. "What's up with the questions, man?"
"Nothing." And with that answer Dean sighed heavily, Sam had shut him out again. Rubbing his face with his hands, Dean blew the air out of his lungs before shaking his head. Nodding to himself, Dean took one last look at the house before sizing Sam up, his brother had a guarded look and a stubborn streak a mile long. Sam wasn't going to tell him anything, and right now he was tired of the house.
"Fine." Dean muttered as he brushed past Sam, he stopped when he was just a foot from his brother and turned. "This isn't over man, we are going to talk about this later."
Sam didn't respond except to pull out the keys to the car and toss them in Dean's direction.
"I'm guessing she's staying with us tonight, too?" Dean asked as he glanced at his car, it was almost time to leave the neighborhood they were in for the day. The residents would be coming home soon and Dean didn't want to get caught around a police crime scene, especially with the surviving girl.
"Yeah." Sam grunted as he moved past Dean and towards the car, Dean watched in silence as Sam left, they'd work out their problems when the time came. Maybe having Biddy and whatever else was with her, and Dean was certain that she was never really alone, would help them work out whatever issues the two of them had.
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Biddy stared at the old house, her old house, it use to be painted a light creamy tan with dark green shutters and a lighter green coloured door, she knew she had helped pick out the colours. The fence garden was new, Daddy had planted holly bushes as there was no need for the fancy water everyday or they'll die the next flowers. But everything changed, Biddy thought, when Daddy inherited that vase. The holly bushes started to die off, slowly, as he stopped caring for them. Mother worried but she didn't really know anything, she never really seemed able to handle everything.
When she was three, Biddy remembered dreaming of fire and blood, there had been so much blood, but no smoke for that fire. Turning her attention to the side of the house where same and Dean were fighting, Biddy knew, by the Gods she knew everything changed from this point on. Letting her attention fall back on the house Biddy tried to remember. That vase, the green and black vase with its silver lid, Daddy had gotten it when Great Uncle Maitland died of unknown causes. She had been four at the time and Daddy had taken to holing up in the basement. With the vase.
Biddy stopped as The Cesar appeared before her, the Daimon Sided wisp was going to torture her with dreams, images that she could only brush through in black and red paint. Watching as the small wisp danced before her, Biddy thought it was almost ironical that The Cesar was like her paintings in colour at least. He was more deadly than any House Demon could be, so was Gaven except the silver wisp of Daimon Sided was more into warning other people away than giving her dreams, any more at least. Something in the spirit world had made Gaven stop giving her the dreams and prophecies unless Gaven himself thought them important. Unless of course Gaven had known that The Cesar was coming to take up Gaven's mantle as the dream giver.
Closing her eyes, Biddy thought back to when she had first met the Winchester brother, Gaven had been with her. She had felt the silver will-o-wisp's feelings darken, Gaven didn't like Dean and had nothing to do with his character but everything to do with the shape shifter that had stolen Dean's form and memories. It had stolen a part of his soul as it rifled through his innermost unconscious thoughts. Gave not use to scarred souls, reacted unlike every other will-o-wisp, even Raven who spent most of his time with the Winchester's put off a small air of dislike. Something about that injury put off the two wisps; maybe even The Cesar would act like that. Celesta said it was almost like a disease; Dean would be more receptive to other attacks by demons now that there was an opening.
Turning her thoughts from The Cesar and the other will-o-wisps, Biddy stared at her old house. It was the basement; Daddy had hid the vase down there, somewhere, someplace hidden from inquisitive eyes. But he had never been the same after Great Uncle Maitland died. Much more psychotic and less paranoid, even when Aunt Mima showed up, when Biddy was five. It had been almost joyful, really, she remembered, Mother had been happy to have her sister back even if the other two were still not talking to her and Biddy was happy to know that there was family on her mother's side. But Aunt Mima always talked in riddles and Raven new to her as he was, watched the Winchesters when Aunt Mima was around. She had been horrified when Aunt Mima had been found dead when she was six, the victim of a sloppy and quick soul stealing. How old were Sam and Dean when they had happened on Aunt Mima's body. How young?
Biddy continued to stare at the house even when an upset Sam stormed around the corner of the house. She knew it was the beginning of change, after all Raven had finally allowed the Winchesters to spy the article in the paper. Welcome to hell, Biddy thought as she watched Sam climb into the passenger's seat. The Cesar hummed at the negative emotions he felt from the youngest Winchester. Biddy stared at The Cesar as he made himself visible to Sam who froze as the will-o-wisp appeared before him. Biddy moved slightly in the backseat as she followed The Cesar with her eyes, she was going to have to swat the annoying light bulb away from Sam. The Cesar and even Gaven lived off negative emotions from others by heightening the feelings that caused such hateful emotions to peak, just so those two could stay longer in the mortal plain. However, she was saved from doing so when Dean rounded the corner, The Cesar acted just like she thought he would and vanished.
Sam let out the breath he hadn't known he was holding and glanced over at Biddy who just stared at him before relocating her gaze. Shaking his head Sam watched in trepidation as his brother moved around the back of the car, reloading his bag with anything he thought vital from the hidden compartment. When Dean slammed the trunk down, Sam knew he had pissed his older brother off and only Biddy's presence kept him from letting the world know. Dean would never curse in front of a woman, it just wasn't done. As Dean climbed into the driver's seat, Sam settled back knowing that it was going to be a long uncomfortable drive back to their hotel room.
A.N. I have four oneshots(right now) that are floating around also in the Supernatural area. And for those who read this and have read them I just want to answer some things I saw in the reviews and can't answer.
Down the Road, really nothing but a big thank you for everyone who read it.
Aftermath, the same thing and I hope those who haven't see the episode have already seen it or will see it Sunday.
Be Strong, another big thank you for everyone, and yes I love powerful emotional writing in small pieces.
Beginnings, to Drink Sparky Cola(I think I see some of the more intersting pennames in this section than any other) I agree with that and would try but I don't think I could do it justice and SomeoneElsesDream, definitely a one shot, I thought about going further but I titled it Beginnings for a that specific reason. That and thanks.
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