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Chapter 18
Dean sat at Sam's bedside with a half empty bottle of whiskey in his hand. I leaned against the wall in disbelief my whole body shaking not being able to comprehend what had happened, my brother, my best friend was dead.
"Leah!" Dean shouted from the driver's seat.
I shot up from the backseat gasping for air as if I had been under water for too long.
"Are you ok?" Sam asked turned fully around in his seat, worry clearly etched on his face.
"Sammy?" I asked relieved that he was sitting in front of me alive. I threw myself at him engulfing him in an unsuspecting hug.
"God Le you're shaking," Sam exclaimed as he hugged me back.
"I'm fine," I stated releasing my hold on him, not missing the concerned glances that Sam and Dean were sharing, "We there yet?"
"Welcome to Fitchburg, Wisconsin," Dean answered.
"I still don't know why we are here," Sam sighed.
"Because dad sent us coordinates," I replied.
"But I ran Lexus Nexus, checked local police reports, the newspaper I couldn't find a single red flag," Sam stated before turning to look at me again, "Are you sure you got the coordinates right?"
"Yeah I double checked they point to Fitchburg, Wisconsin. Dad wouldn't have sent us coordinates unless it was important," I answered.
"Well I'm telling you I looked and all I could find was a big steaming pile of nothing, if dad is sending us hunting for something I don't know what," Sam continued.
"Well maybe he is going to meet us there," I suggested.
"Yeah 'cause he has been so easy to find up to this point," Sam scoffed.
"Don't worry I'm sure there is something here worth killing," Dean said as he parked the car.
"What makes you so sure?" Sam questioned.
"Because I'm the oldest which means I'm always right."
"No it doesn't," Sam disputed.
"It totally does," Dean nodded as he got out of the car and headed for the coffee shop.
"Come on Leah you can't believe that dad is actually going to meet us here," Sam said while we waited for Dean to come back.
"It was just a suggestion Sam," I replied getting out of the car to stretch my legs.
"Do I have to remind you again that you are the one that said dad should leave," Sam remarked following me out of the car.
"No you don't," I said softly as I looked at the playground.
"Well I'm still not ok with the fact that you did! We should be helping him kill the thing that killed mom and Jess!" Sam exclaimed as Dean came back to the car with our coffees.
"Can we please just not fight right now?" I asked taking a sip of my coffee.
"You feeling alright?" Dean asked leaning on the hood of the car after sharing another concerned glance with Sam.
"Yeah why?" I asked.
"Because fighting, as annoying as it is, is what you two do," Dean replied.
"I just don't want to fight anymore," I shrugged still thinking about my nightmare and how I was praying it was just a nightmare. I turned and looked back to the playground, "What time is it?"
"Uh, ten after four," Sam answered after checking his watch, "Why?"
"What's wrong with this picture?" I asked motioning to the almost empty playground.
"School's out by now isn't it?" Dean questioned.
"Yeah so where is everybody this place should be crawling with kids right now," I said as I started to walk towards the playground, "I'll be right back."
"It sure is quiet out here," I commented to the only parent there.
"Yeah it's a shame," she agreed.
"Why's that?"
"You know kids getting sick, it's a terrible thing."
"How many?"
"Just five or six but serious…hospital serious, a lot of parents are getting pretty anxious they think it's catching."
SUPERNATURAL
"Dude I am not using this ID," Sam whispered loudly as we walked into the Dane County Memorial Hospital.
"Why not?" Dean questioned.
"Because it says bikini inspector on it," Sam replied.
"Don't worry she won't look that close at it," I tried to reassure him, "She probably won't even ask to see it just give her the good old Winchester smile."
"It's all about confidence," Dean said pushing him towards the woman behind the desk as we waited a few feet away.
"Hi I'm Dr. Jerry Kaplan with the Center for Disease Control," Sam said to the woman.
"Can I see some ID?" she asked and I had to elbow Dean who was stifling a laugh.
"Yeah of course," Sam smiled and quickly showed her the card covering the word bikini with his thumb, "Now can you direct us to the pediatrics ward please."
"Just go down the hall, turn left and up the stairs," she smiled back and Sam walked over to meet us.
"See told you it would work," Dean smirked.
"You're a bigger fan of computers then I thought," I commented as we walked down the hall.
"What do you mean?" Sam questioned.
"Jerry Kaplan is widely known in the computer industry as a serial entrepreneur, executive, technical innovator and author," I answered.
"What are you a walking encyclopedia?" Dean asked shaking his head.
"It was in the paper," I shrugged as we walked up the stairs and almost immediately ran into the doctor.
"Dr. Highdecker," he introduced himself, "I'm glad you guys are here I was just about to call the C.D.C. myself, how did you find out anyway?"
"Someone from Atlanta called and beat you to the punch," Dean replied and I sighed inwardly, that didn't even make sense we were in Wisconsin no where near Georgia but the doctor seemed to buy it.
"So you say you have six cases so far?" Sam asked.
"Yeah in five weeks, first we thought it was garden variety bacterial pneumonia but now…"
"Now what?" I questioned not taking my eyes off the poor kids.
"The kids aren't responding to antibiotics, their white cell counts keep going down, their immune systems just aren't doing their job. It's like their bodies are wearing out."
"You ever see anything like this before?" Sam asked as a nurse came over to have the doctor sign off on some papers.
"Never this severe."
"The way it spreads…that's a new one for me," the nurse added.
"What do you mean?" I asked unable to watch the kids anymore.
"It works its way through families but only the children, one sibling after another," she answered.
"Do you mind if we interviewed a few of the kids?" Dean asked.
"They're not conscious," she replied.
"None of them?" I asked in shock.
"No," she shook her head.
"Can we talk to the parents?" Dean tried.
"If you think it will help," Dr. Highdecker stated.
"Yeah who was your most recent admission?" Dean asked and the doctor filled us in before pointing out the father.
"Hey are you the father of Mary and Bethany?" I asked cautiously.
"Yes I am," he answered, "Who are you?"
"We are from the C.D.C. and just trying to help anyway we can," I replied gently.
"I really should get back to my girls," he said as he got up from the chair he was sitting in.
"We understand that and we really appreciate you talking to us, now Mary is the oldest," I asked.
"Thirteen," he answered.
"And she came down with it first and then Bethany?" I asked making sure we had it right.
"Yeah the next night."
"Within twenty four hours?" Sam questioned.
"I guess…look I already went through all this with the doctor."
"Just a few more questions if you don't mind," Dean tried, "How do you think they caught a pneumonia…were they out in the cold anything like that?"
"No we think it was an open window."
"Both times?" Dean asked.
"The first time I don't really remember but the second time for sure and I know I closed it before I put Bethany to bed."
"So you think she opened it?" Sam asked.
"It's a second story window…no ledge no one else could have, now please I need to get back to my girls," he replied walking away.
"You know this might not be anything supernatural," Sam said as walked back down the stairs to leave the hospital, "Might just be pneumonia."
"No I had pneumonia and from what I remember I wasn't unconscious from it," I replied.
"No but you were in bed for a good four weeks with a fever, chills, coughing that gross stuff up and just walking to the bathroom made you short of breath," Dean said remembering back and I swear I picked up on a bit of guiltiness in his voice.
"Dad sent us here for a reason and I think we might have found it maybe something opened that window," I suggested, "And I know one thing for sure."
"What?" Sam asked.
"That guy we just talked to, I bet it will be awhile before he goes home."
SUPERNATURAL
"You got anything over there?" Sam asked as he ran the black light along the girl's bedroom door.
"No nothing," Dean replied as he swept the room with the EMF reader.
"I do," I announced as I opened the window to see a handprint with freakishly long fingers, "I was right it's not pneumonia."
"It's rotted," Sam said coming over to look at it.
"What the hell leaves a handprint like that?" I asked.
"I know why dad sent us here, he's faced this thing before, he wants us to finish the job," Dean said uneasily.
General Point of View- Flashback.
"Alright you know the drill Dean; anybody calls you don't pick up, if it's me I'll ring once and then call back, you got that?" John asked as he packed his duffle.
"Mmhhmm," Dean nodded, "Don't answer the phone unless it rings once first."
"Come on dude look alive this stuffs important," John said.
"I know it's just we've gone over it like a million times and you know I'm not stupid," Dean defended himself.
"I know you're not but it only takes one mistake you got that?" John asked and Dean nodded, "Alright if I'm not back Sunday night…"
"Call Pastor Jim," Dean finished.
"Daddy why you going?" Leah asked wrapping herself around John's leg.
"I have to work little girl," John sighed as he picked her up and gave her a quick squeeze, "Now you be good for Dean ok?"
"But he makes me eat that green stuff," Leah whined wrinkling up her nose in disgust.
John just laughed, put her down and watched her run over to the couch and jump on an unsuspecting Sam.
"Leah stop I'm watching 'toons!" Sam complained trying to push her off.
"But I wanna play," Leah announced bouncing up and down on the couch.
"No arguing while I'm gone," John instructed.
"Yes sir," Sam and Leah recited before Leah started jumping again.
"I wish," Dean mumbled.
"Lock the door, the windows, close the shades and most important…" John said turning his attention back to Dean.
"Watch out for Sammy and Le," Dean answered.
"Something tries to bust in?" John tested him.
"Shoot first ask questions later," Dean replied.
"That's my man," John smiled before exiting the motel room and Dean locking the door behind him.
SUPERNATURAL- Present time- Leah's Point of View
"So what the hell is a Shtriga?" Sam asked as we got out of the car in the motel parking lot.
"That's a good question," I commented.
"It's kind of like a witch I think, I don't know much about them," Dean answered walking to open the trunk of the car so we could grab our bags.
"Well I've never heard of it," Sam stated as if that meant it didn't exist just because he hadn't.
"Dad hunted one about sixteen maybe seventeen years ago in Fort Douglas, you both were there you don't remember?" Dean asked.
"No that would make me like six and Leah five," Sam shook his head.
"There's nothing about it in dad's journal and if dad went after it why is it still breathing air?" I questioned, nothing my dad had ever gone up against had made it out alive, to my knowledge.
"Because it got away," Dean said.
"Got away?" I asked skeptically.
"Yeah Leah it happens," Dean answered, "I don't know what to tell you maybe dad didn't have his Wheaties that morning."
"So what do you remember?" Sam asked.
"Nothing I was a kid alright," Dean replied as he walked into the office to get us a room.
"You know he is a really bad liar sometimes," I said leaning against the car.
"Maybe he just doesn't remember," Sam said leaning next to me.
"Or doesn't want too," I sighed.
General Point of View- Flashback.
"When's dad going to get back?" Sam asked as we sat at the small table in the motel room while Dean was getting our dinner ready.
"Tomorrow," Dean answered as he scooped Spaghettio's into Sam's bowl.
"When?" Sam asked.
"I don't know he usually comes in late though, now eat your dinner," Dean said.
"I'm sick of Spaghettio's," Sam complained.
"You're the one that wanted them," Dean argued.
"I'll eat them," Leah said waving her arm in the air.
"I want Lucky Charms," Sam said.
"There is no more Lucky Charms and Leah you need to eat your peanut butter and jelly sandwich," Dean said trying to sound parental.
"Yes there is I saw the box," Sam argued.
"Yeah well there is only enough for one bowl and I haven't had any yet," Dean argued back.
"Sammy you know De is chief when daddy isn't here," Leah said shaking her head.
"Yeah and he said eat your sandwich so eat it before I make you," Sam threatened.
"Sam!" Dean yelled causing Leah to jump.
"You don't have to be mean," Leah pouted.
"Here you don't want Spaghettio's then you will eat her sandwich or I will make you," Dean said putting the plate in front of Sam and giving Sam's bowl to Leah, "Here you go angel."
"Thank you," Leah said softly sniffling back a tear.
"You know I wouldn't eat that it's made of alien brains," Sam whispered when Dean had his back turned.
Leah stared at her bowl with her eyes wide.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked when he turned back around to see the scared look on his sister's face.
"I'm not hungry anymore," Leah said with fear evident in her voice.
"What did you do?" Dean asked turning his attention to Sam.
"Nothing," Sam smiled taking a bite of the sandwich.
"Sam!" Dean hollered.
"Told her it was alien brains," Sam said laughing.
Dean sighed and placed the last bowl of cereal in front of Leah and took the bowl of Spaghettio's for himself.
"But you didn't have any," Leah said pushing the bowl away from her.
"It's fine," Dean said trying to hide the look of disgust on his face as he ate the Spaghettio's something he had never liked.
"But what if the aliens come back for them?" Leah asked quietly.
"No aliens are going to get you while I'm around," Dean said shaking his head at the thought of aliens.
"Promise?" Leah asked knowing Dean would never break a promise.
"Promise," Dean nodded.
"So did we get a prize?" Leah asked splashing milk everywhere as she ate the sugary cereal.
"Yeah here," Dean said tossing her the small plastic bag.
She opened it to see a figurine of one of the Thundercats.
"Here Sammy it's a kitty from your 'toons," she smiled handing it to Sam.
"Thanks freckles," Sam said taking the toy and avoiding the look he was getting from Dean, he had just scared her but that didn't matter she knew he would like it and gave it to him anyways.
SUPERNATURAL- Present time- Leah's Point of View
"Well you were right, it wasn't very easy to find but you were right, a Shtriga is a kind of witch. They're Albanian but legends about them date back to ancient Rome," Sam read of his laptop in our motel room, "They feed off of spiritus vitae."
"Spiri- what?" Dean asked.
"Spiritus vitae, it's Latin it translates to breath of life, kind of like your life force or essence," I replied.
"You know Latin?" Dean questioned raising an eyebrow at me.
"Some," I nodded.
"Didn't the doctor say the kids bodies were wearing out?" Dean asked once he wiped the shock look off his face that I knew Latin.
"It's a thought, you know she takes your vitality maybe your immunity goes to hell, and pneumonia takes hold…" I stated.
"Shtrigas can feed off anyone but they prefer children," Sam said reading off the laptop again.
"Probably because they have stronger life forces," I agreed.
"Yeah and get this Shtrigas are invulnerable to all weapons devised by God and man," Sam continued.
"No that's not right," Dean said shaking his head, "She is vulnerable when she feeds."
I looked over to Sam and gave him a look as if to say, 'see told you he knew more'.
"What?" Sam asked Dean while rolling his eyes at me.
"If you catch her while she is eating you can blast her with consecrated rod iron," Dean replied.
"Ok how do you know that?" I asked getting frustrated that he wasn't telling us everything.
"Dad told me…I remember," he answered.
"Anything else dad might have mentioned?" I questioned sarcastically.
"No that's it," Dean said flipping through a book, "You know there was a time when you wouldn't question me."
"Ok so assuming we can kill it when it eats we still have to find the thing first," Sam said interrupting, "and Shtrigas take on a human disguise when they aren't hunting."
"What kind of human disguise?" Dean asked.
"What you don't already know and are just keeping it from us," I scoffed.
"What happened to you don't want to argue?" Dean questioned.
"I was talking about Sam," I stated.
"Right, let's go back to that, why is that again?" Dean challenged.
"No reason," I shrugged and looked away.
"You can't lie to me Leah Marie I know your every tell."
"So what kind of human disguise, Sam?" I asked ignoring Dean.
"It could be anything but it's usually a feeble old woman which is probably how the witches as old croans legend got started," Sam answered.
"Check this out," Dean said grabbing a map of the area, "I marked down all the addresses of the victims, now these are the houses that have been hit so far and dead center the hospital. When we were there I saw a patient, an old woman."
"An old person in a hospital, no way!" I exclaimed with mock disbelief.
"Yeah better call the Coast Guard," Sam laughed.
"Ok smart asses she had an inverted cross hanging on her wall," Dean said annoyed at the fact Sam and I were teaming up against him.
SUPERNATURAL
Dean led us to the room where he saw the old lady and Sam shut the door behind us.
"I don't like this I'm not shooting some old lady," I whispered to Dean who of course ignored me.
Sam pulled out his own gun and motioned for me to do the same.
"No way," I whispered loudly standing back.
Dean got real close the woman's face checking for God knows what when she asked, "Who the hell are you?"
Dean gasped and jumped about four feet back and I couldn't help but bust out laughing.
"Who's there? You trying to steal my stuff? They're always trying to steal my stuff," she yelled.
"No ma'am we're maintenance we're sorry we thought you were sleeping," Sam said apologetically while Dean ran his hand over his face.
"Nonsense I was sleeping with my peepers open," she laughed, "And fix that crucifix would ya…I've asked four damn times already."
Dean tapped the cross and it fell back the way it was supposed to be. We drove back to the motel, Sam and I laughing the whole way.
"I was sleeping with my peepers open," Sam laughed as we got out of the car.
"I almost smoked that old gal I swear…it's not funny," Dean complained.
"No you're right," I nodded.
"I am?" Dean asked.
"Yeah it's hilarious," I replied starting another laughing fit between Sam and me.
"Hang on," Dean said as he walked towards a young boy sitting on a bench outside of the motel office.
"What's he doing?" I asked Sam who just shrugged so we followed him over.
"Hey what's wrong?" Dean asked kneeling in front of the kid.
"My brother's sick," he answered with red eyes as if he had been crying. My heart instantly broke for him.
"The little guy?" Dean questioned and I assumed he had met them when he got the room for us.
"Pneumonia, he's in the hospital…it's my fault."
As soon as we heard the word pneumonia Sam and I shared a look.
"Oh come on how?" Dean asked.
"I should have made sure the window was latched, he wouldn't have gotten pneumonia if the window was latched."
"Listen to me, I can promise you that this is not your fault, ok?" Dean tried to reassure him.
"It's my job to look after him," the boy said and Dean nodded.
"Michael I want you to turn on the 'No Vacancy' sign on while I'm gone, I've got Denise covering room service so don't bother with any of the rooms," the woman who owned the motel said as she rushed out the door.
"I'm going with you," Michael said getting off the bench and standing by his mom's SUV.
"Not now Michael," the woman sighed.
"But I've got to see Asher!" Michael yelled.
"Hey Michael I know how you feel I'm a big brother too but you've got to go easy on your mom right now ok?" Dean said walking over to them.
"Damn it," the woman exclaimed as she dropped her purse.
"I've got it," I said bending down and scooping everything up.
"Hey listen your in no condition to drive why don't you let me give you a lift to the hospital," Dean offered.
"No I couldn't possibly…" she started until Dean cut her off.
"No it's no trouble, I insist."
"Thanks," she said handing the keys over to Dean and getting in the car.
"We're going to kill this thing; I want it dead you hear me?" Dean whispered to us before he got in the car himself.
"Library?" I asked Sam as we watched the drive away.
"I guess," he answered.
"I'm sorry about your brother," I said to Michael.
"Was that yours?" he asked.
"Yeah and him too," I smiled at Sam as Michael went back in the office.
We got to the library and Sam was flipping through some old books seeing if we missed anything about Shtrigas while I was looking through old newspapers when I called Dean, it rang a few times before he picked up.
"Hey," he answered.
"Hey, how's the kid?"
"Not good…where you at?"
"At the library with Sam trying to find out as much as we can."
"Yeah what do you got?"
"Well bad news I started with Fort Douglas about the time you said dad was there…"
"And?"
"Same deal and before that there was Augdonville and before that North Havenbrook every fifteen to twenty years it hits a new town. Dean this thing is just getting started in Fitchburg, in all these other places it goes on for months, dozens of kids before the Shtriga finally moves on, kids just…languish in comas and then they die."
"How far back does this thing go?"
"I don't know earliest I could find was this place called Black River Falls back in the 1890's, talk about a horror show…whoa."
"Leah?"
"Hold on," I said as I pulled up a picture from that was on the front page of the paper from back then, "I'm looking at a photograph right now of a bunch of doctors standing around a kid's bed…one of the doctors is Highdecker."
"And?"
"And this picture was taken in 1893."
"You sure?"
"Yeah absolutely," I answered and heard him hang up.
SUPERNATURAL
"We should have thought of this before a doctor is a perfect disguise, you are trusted you can control the whole thing," Sam said when we were back in the motel room with Dean.
"That son of a bitch," Dean exclaimed taking his jacket off and throwing it on the chair.
"I'm surprised you didn't draw on him right there," I commented.
"Yeah well first of all I'm not going to open fire in a freaking pediatrics ward," Dean started.
"Good call," I nodded not even thinking about that.
"And secondly it wouldn't have done any good because the bastard is bullet proof unless he is chowing down on something and third I wasn't packing, which is probably a really good thing because I probably would have burned a clip in him off of principle alone," Dean finished as he paced the room.
"Getting wise in your old age," Sam said.
"Damn right," Dean agreed, "Because now I know how we are going to get it."
"What, how?" I asked.
"The Shtriga it works through siblings right?" Dean asked.
"Right…" Sam nodded unsure of where Dean was going with it.
"Well last night it went after Asher so I'm thinking tonight it's going to come after Michael," Dean said.
"Then we need to get him out of here," I said walking to the door.
"No that will blow the whole deal," Dean stated.
"What?" Sam asked, "You want to use the kid as bait?!"
"Are you fucking insane?" I almost yelled, "No, forget it that's out of the question!"
"It's not out of the question, Leah it's the only way. If this thing disappears it could be years before we get another chance," Dean exclaimed.
"Michael is a kid and we aren't going to dangle him in front of that thing like a worm on a hook," Sam said backing me up.
"Use me as bait instead," I offered.
"Dad didn't send me here to walk away," Dean growled at Sam before turning to me, "And you are NOT going to be bait."
"Send you here? He didn't send you here, he sent us here," Sam argued.
"This isn't about you, either or you! I'm the one who screwed up, it's my fault and there's no telling how many kids have gotten hurt because of me," Dean declared as he sat on the end of the bed.
"What are you saying Dean?" Sam questioned.
"How is it your fault?" I asked completely confused as I sat down next to him, "De you have been hiding something from the beginning, since when does dad bail on a hunt, since when does he let something get away? Talk to us, tell us what's going on…"
"It was the third night in this crap room and I was climbing the walls all you two would do was argue and then Sam used to make you cry so you would follow me everywhere until you would decide to forgive him I just needed to get some air," Dean started, "I checked in on you and Sam and you were both out cold so I left the room, locked the door behind me and went to the office to play some video games."
"There's nothing wrong with that," Sam said as he sat on the other bed.
"Yeah well when I got back to the room I noticed a light on in the bedroom, I quietly opened the bedroom door and saw this thing doing something to Leah while Sam was curled up still asleep on the other side of the bed. I grabbed the shotgun but hesitated, dad came barreling into the room yelling at me to get out of the way, he unloaded a clip in the thing but it had stopped feeding so it didn't do anything it just jumped out the window. The shots woke Sam up and dad pulled Leah into him and checked her over, whatever the Shtriga did it wasn't able to finish."
"What do you mean?" I asked quietly.
"You got pneumonia but after awhile it went away and it was never bad enough where you needed to be hospitalized," Dean answered but refused to look at me like he thought I would be mad at him, "Dad just grabbed us and booked, dropped us off at Pastor Jim's about three hours away but by the time he got back to Fort Douglas the Shtriga had disappeared, it was just gone. It never resurfaced until now, you know dad never spoke about it again, I never asked but he uh…he looked at me different you know which was worse not that I blame him. He gave me a direct order, I didn't listen and it almost got you killed."
"De, you were a kid," I tried.
"Don't…just don't. Dad knew this was unfinished business for me and he sent me here to finish it," Dean cut me off.
"But using Michael as bait, I don't know Dean, why don't one of us do it, we can be the bait and Leah can take Michael somewhere so they both aren't anywhere near here," Sam suggested.
"No it won't work it's got to get close enough to feed it will see us," Dean disagreed as he got off the bed and walked towards the door, "Believe me I don't like it but it's got to be the kid."
"I'll go with you," Sam sighed and followed him out.
When I was in the room alone I tried remembering back to when I had pneumonia. I couldn't remember the Shtriga or what had happened, all I could remember was Dean taking care of me while we were at Pastor Jim's but never thought anything of it since he always took care of us when we were sick, me and Sam both. Even to this day Dean took care of us when we were sick and I understood that dad would have been worried about me but I hated the fact that Dean felt so guilty. He was just a kid who had to grow up too fast, who would watch the Wizard of Oz with me and make dinner for us. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts I almost didn't hear them come back in the room.
"Well that went crappy," Dean sighed.
"What did you expect?" Sam asked, "You can't ask an adult to do something like that much less a kid."
"So now what?" I asked and there was a knock at the door.
Dean opened the door to see Michael on the other side.
"If you kill it will Asher get better?" Michael asked.
"Honestly, we don't know," Dean replied.
"You said you were a big brother," Michael said.
"Yeah," Dean nodded.
"You would take care of your little sister and brother? Do anything for them?" Michael asked.
"Yeah I would," Dean answered. I couldn't help but smile and saw a smile come across Sam's face as well.
"Me too, I'll help," Michael stated.
SUPERNATURAL
"Now this camera has night vision on it so we will be able to see you as clear as day," Dean said as he put the camera on top of the book shelf and aimed it at Michael's bed.
"A hair to the right," Sam called from the room next door and Dean adjusted the camera.
"What do I do?" Michael asked.
"Just stay under the covers," I answered sitting on the side of his bed.
"And if it shows up?"
"Well we will be right in the next room and we're going to come in with guns so as soon as we do you roll off the bed and crawl under it," Dean replied coming to stand behind me.
"What if you shoot me?" Michael asked.
"We won't shoot you we're good shots," Dean smirked.
"No one will fire until your safe under the bed ok?" I tried to reassure him, "Have you ever heard a gun shot before?"
"Like in the movies?"
"It's going to be a lot louder than that so when you get under the bed I want you to cover your ears and do not come out until I come and get you ok?" I said and he slightly nodded.
"Are you sure you want to do this, you don't have to it's ok I won't be mad," Dean added.
"No I'm ok, just don't shoot me."
"You have nothing to worry about with Dean around nothing bad can happen to you," I told Michael but was hoping Dean would pick up on the fact that no matter what I still trusted him with everything I had and more.
SUPERNATURAL
"What time is it?" Dean asked as we watched the screen of the laptop in the next room for any movement.
"Three," I said pulling out my cell phone to check.
"Are you sure these iron rounds are going to work?" Sam asked and I wanted to kick him for questioning Dean obviously this case was personal for him.
"Consecrated iron rounds," Dean corrected him, "And yeah it's what dad used last time."
"You know I don't blame you right?" I asked.
"You should, I've never seen you so sick," Dean answered not turning to look at me, "When we go in there you are to stay behind Sam and I at all times, you hear me?"
"I will," I said.
"Hey Dean I'm sorry," Sam said after a few minutes of silence.
"For what?" he asked.
"I've always given you a lot of crap about following dad's orders but I know why you do it," Sam answered turning his head to look at me sitting behind them.
"Oh God kill me now," Dean muttered.
"Guys look," I whispered pointing to the window in Michael's room where you could see the shadow of a large hand.
"Now," Sam whispered as we all had our guns ready.
"Not yet," Dean whispered back and we watched as the Shtriga got closer to Michael and the screen on the laptop started to get fuzzy.
Dean kicked the door open to Michael's room.
"Michael get down," I yelled from behind Sam and Dean and he hurried off the bed and crawled underneath like he was supposed to.
Dean and Sam unloaded their guns into the Shtriga's chest causing it to fall in between the bed and the wall.
"Michael you alright?" I asked.
"Yeah," he answered.
"Just sit tight," Dean instructed as he made his way further into the room to make sure the thing was dead.
When it didn't move Dean lowered his gun and looked over to Sam and me and in that second the Shtriga shot up and threw Dean into the bookshelf before going after Sam. I wanted to do something right away but knew I had to wait until it was feeding or it wouldn't do anything. I saw the Shtriga's mouth open and a wispy light start coming out of Sam's mouth. This was my chance I raised my gun and shot it right between the eyes.
"Sam you ok?" I asked nervously and got a thumbs up in response, "Dean?"
"Yup," he grunted as he pushed some shelves off of him.
"Good," I smirked as I unloaded the rest of my clip into the Shtriga before it disappeared for good.
"Michael you can come out now," Sam said as Dean came and put his arm around me.
SUPERNATURAL
"Hey Joanna, how's Asher doing?" Dean asked the woman who runs the motel the next morning as we were packing the car.
"Have you seen Michael?" she asked.
"Mom, how's Ash?" Michael asked running out of the office.
"Well I've got some good news your brother is going to be fine," Joanna smiled.
"Really?" Michael asked excitedly.
"Really, no one can explain it, it's a miracle," she replied and then turned to us, "they are going to keep him overnight for observation but after that he can come home."
"That's great," Dean said.
"How are all the other kids doing?" I asked.
"Good, real good, a bunch of them should be checking out in a few days. Dr. Travis says the ward is going to be like a ghost town."
"Dr. Travis? What about Dr. Highdecker?" Sam asked.
"Oh he wasn't in today must have been sick or something," she answered and then turned her attention back to Michael, "So did anything happen while I was gone?"
"No same old stuff," Michael replied and I gave him a wink when his mom wasn't looking.
"Want to go see Ash?" Joanna asked.
"Now?" Michael asked before running and jumping in the front seat of the car.
"I better go before he hotwires the car," Joanna joked before turning to leave.
"It's too bad," Sam said as Dean closed the truck.
"Ah they'll be fine," Dean said as he walked to his side of the car.
"That's not what I meant, I meant Michael, he will always know there are things out there in the dark and he will never be the same you know?" Sam said as he opened the passenger side backdoor for me.
"Sometimes I wish I could have that kind of innocence," I admitted as I got in the car and both brothers followed suit.
"If it means anything sometimes I wish you could too," Dean said looking at me in the rearview mirror, "Both of you."