Chapter Thirteen
The Big Bad
Two cop cars were parked in crookedly in the front part of the courtyard. Students were out of their dorms checking on the events taking place. The street already began to grow several large groups of Evanston residents – all curious by the sound of police sirens and the sight of blue and red flashing lights. It was now officially dark and almost seven o'clock.
Professor Saton was okay. The paramedics thought his blood pressure was a little off so the old British man was on a stretcher, on his way to the hospital. He wore a breathing mask across his gentle face and his hand was resting above his chest on the brown fabric of his sweater. The professor was about to be hauled into the back of the ambulance when his head turned and he gave a small smile toward the street.
Sam, Amy, and Dean stood side by side, smiling and waving at Professor Saton. The old man smiled happily and even let out a quiet chuckle. His body vanished into the back of the ambulance and moments later the vehicle sped down the street and made its way toward the hospital.
Amy let out a small smile, a happy sigh. She stared up at her tall friends and quietly offered, "Let's get back to my place."
The Winchesters followed her, each smiling to themselves.
A life had been saved. It didn't feel like it made up for the loss of the little girl, but it was a start.
O.O.O.O.O.
Michael slept quietly in the back of the black car. Sam walked to the passenger side and got into the car.
Dean, paused before getting in, and turned to Amy.
"You did good," Dean tried to say in a congratulating way, but there was still the Dean-sarcastic tone to it.
Amy nodded and bit her upper lip. "I'll try and keep it up. I'll be right behind you. If Michael wakes up…please don't hit him…"
There was that look again. For a moment, Amy was actually able to picture the seventeen-year-old version of Dean Winchester: the badass, the punk, the one who defied all authority. But Amy smiled also at the thought of the new version of Dean in front of her.
Dean nodded mocked, "I'll calmly tell him to go back to sleep. Don't worry. Now get in the damn car and get home, Cromwell."
She let out a small laugh and turned her back on the '69 Impala.
O.O.O.O.O.
Dean and Sam were both waiting in the parking lot for Amy. It wasn't long for the white mini cooper to pull up beside their car. The apartment complex was quiet and the stars had already begun to glow.
Amy quickly came out of the car and slammed the door. "Is he awake?"
"He's a-stirring…" Dean noted.
Amy walked around the car and handed her keys to Sam. She motioned them to go up and they followed. Dean paused and watched as Amy opened the back door of his car.
"Let's go," Sam ordered. He and Dean looked back at Amy who was slowly waking the doctor-boyfriend.
Amy, in the car, had Michael's head now in her lap.
"Michael, honey? Are you okay?" she asked softly.
His intense blue eyes opened. His first reaction to coming back to reality: the pain in his jaw.
"I'm going to kill them," Michael playfully moaned as he touched his chin.
Amy stroked the side of his face with her finger. "Sshhh…don't say that…"
"Why'd he hit me, Amy?" Michael snapped. His head turned slightly and Michael noted that they were back at her apartment. "And what the hell happened back there?"
Tell him 'I'm a psychic – duh'…
"Michael…" Amy whispered gently. "It's hard to explain. I'm not sure how to tell you. Dean and Sam have been here for less than two days and so much has happened…but this thing…this thing with me…it's been around a lot longer…"
He touched his jaw painfully again. Michael sat up in the back of the car and stared directly into her eyes.
"Amy, just tell me…please…I want to understand…" Michael pleaded with her. He reached up and touched her face. "I love you…you know that."
She felt Michael lean over and Amy's eyes closed slowly as she felt the pressure of his lips against hers. Amy let herself go into the kiss. She knew she loved him. Eight months had to mean she loved him. But could she tell him?
Will he understand?
Michael pulled away slowly but kept his face close with Amy's. She gave him an unsure look and sighed.
O.O.O.O.O.
"What just happened was…" Sam started. He and Dean were out on the balcony and stared into the black abyss of sky and stars.
"I know…" Dean finished for his brother.
Sam had a tight grip on the metal banister as he stared out into the city. "Why am I seeing Jessica…Dean? I don't get it…any of this."
"None of this crap does, Sammy," Dean commented. "Dad has spent the last twenty-two years killing every evil thing that comes in his way of trying to find out what killed Mom…and look at us…you may have tried to lead a normal life – but we never can…
"I don't know what type of psychic abilities you have…so far you've just been seeing Jessica…maybe it was just with her…or maybe only time can tell what's happening to you."
The younger brother stared into the darkness. The only pain he could suffer was the loss of Jessica. Of course, it was a great weight on his conscious that he wasn't as passionate of finding his mother's killer at an earlier age…but he couldn't remember her. He was just an infant. He had never truly loved his mother. The Mary Winchester he knew…was the one Sam saw through pictures and stories.
"As soon as we figure all of this out…we gotta go and find Dad…" Sam sighed.
The two brothers turned at the sound of the door opening. Amy and Michael entered the apartment. She unzipped her hoodie but kept it on. The two searched the room for the guys and found they were out on the balcony.
Sam and Dean walked back inside from the chilly weather.
"Sorry," Sam immediately said, seeing Michael touch his sore face.
Michael nodded and turned to Amy. "I want to know what's going on…"
Amy turned to Sam and Dean – her face sad.
"I want to try and explain to Michael…he wants to understand…and I want him to know," Amy admitted weakly.
Dean and Sam stared at each other and then at Michael.
Amy took Michael's arm and led him to the couch. The couple sat down together as Dean and Sam sat across from them.
Her fingers were clasped tight around the sleeve of Michael's jacket.
"Well?" Michael asked, silence growing within the room.
Dean sighed and shook his head. "This isn't exactly us giving a history lesson, doctor." His tone was obviously frustrated.
Sam looked at Michael and took a deep breath. "Dean and I have been on the road for more than a month now…we are in the detective business, sort of…but not the type you think…"
"What do you think of ghosts? Monsters…goblins…" Dean asked harshly.
Michael, taken back, widened his eyes for a moment and responded, "Wait…like…hold on, I don't understand the question."
"Do you believe?" Sam asked.
He looked at Amy as if asking, 'Are you kidding me?' Amy returned the glance with a weak, half-smile. Michael turned back to Sam and Dean.
"It's ridiculous to believe in these things. Monsters and creatures…they're just hallucinations-"
"We're not hallucininating…lying…or retelling fairy tales…" Dean added. "The big bad are out there. Monsters. Ghosts. Spirits. Right now, we're dealing with an Egyptian princess who is taking out her anger on innocent people – and Amy here is the final target."
"What-" Michael gasped, turning to Amy. "Amy, you can't believe what they're saying-"
"Michael…" Amy comforted calmly. "You know…my nightmares? The night terrors? You've been there to witness some of them…whenever that happens to me…it's a sign that something terrible has happened. But now my nightmares are more vivid…I actually remember them…I saw the sixth victim – Carolina Grimes – die…and I saw Zoë Brooks about to be killed…but we couldn't save her…"
There were no words to describe the way Michael was feeling. Shocked? Surprised? Disbelief?
"No no no…" Michael said slowly. "This isn't right-"
"I knew Professor Saton was going to be attacked," Amy said quickly. "I knew it. I knew it, Michael."
Sam added, "Psychics are real…most people go through their lives not even knowing they possess the powers…everyone in this world has some psychic connection to the paranormal. Amy has it…and so do I…"
"The man that was about to hurt the professor…it's an old, Egyptian princess from the twentieth dynasty…she's taken over his body and used it to kill seven innocent females. She needs one more…and she needs eight witnesses…she's trying to come back to life…" Amy explained further. The words were almost unreal, even to herself.
He was shaking his head again. "No…this can't be real. It's not right. It's not natural."
"Eighty percent of the United States will live their lives never knowing that those 'unnatural' things exist at all," Dean informed. "My brother and I spent our entire lives learning about these things. One in particular killed our mother and Sam's girlfriend. Our father was in Chicago for the same reason…"
Amy put her hand on Michael's shoulder. "I know it's hard to understand…I really couldn't bring myself to believe it until John came."
Michael slumped his shoulder – allowing Amy's hand to slide away from his touch.
He stood up and Michael rubbed the back of his neck. "You're all crazy."
Michael moved away from the living room and started to slowly pace the white carpet.
"Michael, please," Amy pleaded with him. She wanted him to understand. "This is all real."
"You heard her on the phone…you knew she left the moment the professor was about to be attacked…" Sam explained.
Dean stood up and stuck his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket.
Michael was looking directly at Dean. But then the doctor's eyes went to Amy, who was now standing up as well.
"Amy…I think I need to take you and your friends to the hospital…" Michael whispered calmly.
"I'm not crazy!" Amy shouted back.
"Well you may not be – they've brainwashed you or something! They're crazy!" Michael shouted back, pointing at the Winchesters.
"Hey, we've heard that since we were kids…" Dean mocked.
Amy went to Michael's side and reached gently for his wrist.
"Michael…I love you. Okay? You get that? I'm telling you that all this is real…whether or not you like the word 'psychic'…it's what I am. Sam too!"
"Amy…you're having problems…I know, okay?" Michael whispered gently.
Amy's eyes widened. "Don't you dare bring that up! That was seven years ago-"
"You can get help again, Amy, dammit! We-" Michael started.
"Help?" Dean repeated cautiously.
Michael turned to Dean and Sam and yelled, "When Amy first started university-"
"Michael-" Amy warned.
"She never told her friends this – she told me later on – Amy saw a psychiatrist…her parents were so upset about Amy's night terrors they finally got her to see a professional…and you rambled on just like this…and then one day you just stopped bringing up these sorts of things-"
"Michael!" Amy shouted. She took a deep breath and turned to Dean and Sam who were both staring at her questionably.
"I…" Amy started. "I did see a psychiatrist for a while…but then I realized that no one would ever believe the things I could see and feel…that's why my parents have always been so over-protective of me-"
"We're going to get you help…" Michael repeated. He took Amy's hand into his and gave it a tight squeeze. "We're going to get you and your friends help, okay?"
"I do not need help…" Amy muttered angrily. "And I'm not a damn child or one of your patients…"
Dean took a step forward and he growled, "Get your damn hands off of her now…"
Michael glared at him and snapped, "Don't worry, biker boy…we're going to get you help."
Sam moved around and quickly came to Amy's side. He stepped in front of Amy and Michael and forced the doctor to let go of his girlfriend's wrist.
Amy was staring at Michael sadly.
Please believe me…
Michael glared up at Sam and turned to look at Amy who was staring at him past Sam's shoulder.
"We're going to do our job, Mike," Sam snapped angrily. His hands were balled into fists. "And then we're going to be off on the road again…all we're asking is that you look at your girl…and understand…"
Michael shook his head angrily. "I can't accept this."
He turned and walked away.
The three watched as Michael made his way to the hallway and to the door.
Michael…Amy thought sadly.
As Michael opened the door…
His body was suddenly flying back across the room. Amy let out a terrifying scream as she watched Michael's body be pushed back into the living room by a powerful wind. Amy screamed again when Michael landed on top of the couch and his body rolled right off of it.
"Michael!" Amy yelled.
But Amy froze where she was. Her hands were suddenly on Sam's arm – her nails digging into his jacket.
Dean came to Amy's other side – gun in hand and pointed at the target.
The man – Natiskawa – walked out of the hallway-foray. Blood was stained all around near the stomach of the shirt.
She smiled evilly at them, the man's dark, sunken eyes wide in horrific joy.
Dean pulled the trigger twice.
The two gunshots forced Amy to push herself into Sam's arm and the two got down to their knees.
Sam looked up and in fear saw the two new bloody marks in Natiskawa's chest. The white dress shirt was now completely soaked in blood on the front.
But to their horror…Natiskawa was still smiling…and now laughing…
"View my glory!" Natiskawa yelled – the man's voice was loud, deep, and weak.
Amy and Sam stood up and Dean took a step forward so he was somewhat in front of Sam and Amy.
"So, you're Natisasky…" Dean greeted sarcastically. "I thought you'd be a lot hotter-"
The wind came across Dean so fast- no one was ready for it.
Dean's back made hard contact with the back wall and he fell onto his side.
"DEAN!" Amy shrieked. She turned her head and saw Natiskawa advancing on them.
Amy stood in front of Sam and yelled, "It's me you want – leave them alone-"
Sam moved Amy safely to the side and he ran at Natiskawa.
He threw a punch and his fist made perfect contact with the man's face.
Blood was now dripping down the man's lip. He smiled – revealing blood-stained teeth.
Natiskawa grabbed Sam up by the neck and spat, "Irrelevant boy…"
Sam was now flying across the room. He hit the wall as well and fell next to Dean.
Amy was staring at Natiskawa – she was trying to look brave and confidant but her fear was being fed off by the man.
She ran at her – and Amy readied her fists – and she threw a punch.
Amy hit Natiskawa as well, across the jaw. She was smiling and laughing – the man's voice booming through the apartment.
She did what she thought of next – Amy spun around and tried to high-kick Natiskawa.
Amy felt her ankle being grabbed and her eyes saw that Natiskawa's strong hand was wrapped tightly around her ankle.
Natiskawa grinned and turned her hand quickly.
Amy screamed in pain as she felt her ankle being twisted.
Natiskawa then pulled at Amy's leg and grabbed her shoulder.
The two faces were brought together – Amy staring into the gray eyes of the terrifying man.
"Time for the great ceremony…" Natiskawa whispered.
She could smell the blood on Natiskawa. It was sickening. The entire shirt was drenched in it. Amy tried to scream but Natiskawa pushed her against the wall.
Amy's head hit the wall first and her body fell to the floor.
She smiled at the sight of the four unconscious bodies in the room. Natiskawa walked over and bent down to pick Amy's body in her arms.
"Time to welcome me home…" Natiskawa whispered. She smiled down as she carried Amy like a child in her strong, flexed arms.
Natiskawa walked into the hallway and disappeared out the foray and out the door. The great wind followed her and forced the apartment door to slam shut.
O.O.O.O.O.
A/N: Two chapters (I guess) are left! The conclusion of Meant To Be is coming up! I hope everyone is enjoying!
Du-du-du (dramatic music) Amy has been taken…can the guys save her…du-du-du (more dramatic music)….okay, I'm done.
Reviews/feedback appreciated.
(I've already written down many ideas for my Christmas fic after this one is complete.)