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"Deeeee…."
Soft snoring was the only reply in the darkness.
"Dean." I said shaking him again.
"Huh.. hmmm.. yea?" He mumbled obviously still half asleep.
"De I think its getting worse." I whined.
Dean sat up and turned on the light as he went for the thermometer on the nightstand.
"Here kiddo." He said handing it to me so I could slide it under my tongue.
He walked over to the window to open the curtains and look outside, its still pretty bright out, must be about 4 or so in the afternoon. Dean has been up with me all night on and off so we were trying to get in a nap while Sam went to interview someone for the case we're working. Sam would have stayed and taken his turn dealing with sick little ol' me but Dean is sorta at the top of the FBI's most wanted list after our little episode at the bank last week with the shape shifter. Now we've got some guy named Hendrickson hunting us down, so Sam is convinced we need to lay low, then on top of all of that I seem to have gotten some kinda of cold, or respiratory infection… but to be honest it feels like the plague.
The thermometer beeped and he turned around and pulled it out of my mouth.
He sighed before looking at me.
"102. I'll call Sam, tell him to get more medicine while he's out." Dean said reaching for his phone, I sat up and tried to clear my throat but it just turned into another coughing fit that made my whole chest ache.
"Make it stop…" I whined.
Yes I know. I'm being a baby. Shoot me… stab me… slice me open and stitch me up! I can handle that shit no problem, but getting sick? It turns me into a whiny tit. I just hate it. The fever and chills, the not sleeping, the fact that no matter what you can't get comfortable. It just makes you feel like death.
Dean hung up the phone and then walked back over to my bed. He had a mug of hot tea and honey in his hands, I leaned against the headboard and pulled the comforter up around me, but Dean quickly pulled it back down.
"Em. You've gotta leave these blankets off. Its just making the fever worse." He said as he sat down next to me and handed me the mug.
"But its so cold."
"No. Its not hun you're just sick. Sam should be back soon okay, but drink that. It'll help."
I took a sip and leaned against Dean. If I couldn't have a blanket I was gonna soak up all the body heat I could from him.
"Why can't you and Sam get sick? Its always me."
"Because Sam and I have kick ass immune systems, you were always the one to get sick. Even when you were little."
"Yeah well that's not fair. I eat the same food, share the same room, breathe the same air, meet the same people. I mean we have the same damn germs. Why me!" I bitched but then the louder I got towards the end the more I got the urge to start the coughing, I coughed and coughed and nothing but pain came from it. It felt like my lungs weighed 30lbs.
"Deep breaths kiddo. It won't last forever." Dean said as he leaned against the headboard, I know he's tired, so I sipped my tea as he slowly dozed off, his arm around my shoulders.
I was almost asleep again myself when Sam came through the door.
"Hey. Okay so I swiped a prescription pad from the psych ward and managed to get you antibiotics instead of just the Nyquil. I'm banking on it being an infection since your symptoms are getting worse and not better after the bottle of Nyquil you've already polished off." He said as he walked in and set the bag on the table opening it up and grabbing me a couple of pills.
"I also got you something for the fever and cough, but its gonna taste like shit." He warned as he walked over to me with cough syrup and the pills.
"So did you get to see the crazy hooker while you were there?" Dean asked. We're working a case where people are killing other people because "something" told them too.
"Yeah I did, here Em." He said as he sat on the foot of the bed and handed me the drugs.
"Sammy these things are huge… I don't think I can actually swallow them, my throat feels like its on fire already."
He rolled his eyes and took them back from me, breaking them into three pieces each before handing them back.
"Thank you Sammy." I smiled, he smiled back and turned to face Dean as I swallowed them one at a time followed by the horrid tasting cough syrup.
"Gloria Sitnick. And I'm not so sure she's crazy."
"But she seriously believes that she was ... touched by an angel?" Dean questioned unbelievably.
"Yeah. Blinding light, feelings of spiritual ecstasy, the works. I mean, she's living in a locked ward and she's totally at peace."
"Oh yeah, you're right, sounds completely sane. What about the dude she stabbed?" Dean asked rolling his eyes and standing up to stretch his legs. I tried to sneakily slip back under the warm comforter but it was Sam who pulled it back off this time, not even breaking the conversation he and Dean were having.
"Uh, Carl Gully. She said she killed him because he was evil." Sam explained after giving me a warning glare about the blanket.
"Was he?" Dean asked.
"I don't know. I mean, I couldn't find any dirt on him. I mean, he didn't have a criminal record, he worked at the campus library, had lots of friends. He was a churchgoer."
"Hm. So then Gloria's just your standard-issue wacko. I mean, she wouldn't be the first nutjob in history to kill in the name of religion. Know what I mean?"
"No, but she's the second in town to murder because an angel told them to. Little bit odd, don't ya think?"
"Well, little odd yes, supernatural maybe. But angels? I don't think so." Dean said sitting at the table, Sam stayed on the foot of my bed but turned to face Dean… I used this opportunity to again try and sneak the blanket over my body, but without even turning around Sam reached back and pulled it off of me again, this time Dean sent me the glare.
"Ughhh… You two are cruel and unusual." I whined.
"Why not?" Sam asked Dean.
"Cuz there's no such thing, Sam." Dean said as if it was common sense.
"Dean, there's ten times as much lore about angels as there is about anything else we've ever hunted." Sam reminded him.
"Yeah, you know what? There's a ton of lore on unicorns too. In fact, I hear that they, they ride on silver moonbeams, and they shoot rainbows out of their ass." I had to giggle at that. He shot me a wink.
"Wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?" Sam said deadpan, earning a full on laugh from my weak body, but it unfortunately also just led to another coughing fit.
"Great. Now look what you did... I'm just saying, man, there's just some legends that you just, you file under "bullcrap"." Dean said as Sam came to sit beside me and rub my back until the coughing ceased.
"And you've got angels on the bullcrap list." Sam asked incredulously.
"Yep." Dean answered sure of himself.
"Why?" I asked, which seemed to catch Dean off guard.
"Because I've never seen one."
"So what?"
"So I believe in what I can see."
"Dean! We have seen things that most people couldn't even dream about." Sam said.
"Exactly. With our own eyes. That's hard proof, okay? But in all this time I have never seen anything that looks like an angel. And don't you think that if they existed that we would have crossed paths with them? Or at least know someone that crossed paths with them? No. This is a, a demon or a spirit. You know, they find people a few fries short of a happy meal, and they trick them into killing these randoms."
"Maybe." Sam said obviously a little disappointed in Dean's words.
"Can we just — I'm going stir-crazy man. Hey, let's go by Gloria's apartment, huh?" Dean said rolling his eyes. I knew I was keeping him cooped up, well me and the fact that he's on the FBI's most wanted list.
"I was just there. Nothing. No sulfur, no EMF ..." Sam explained.
"You didn't see any fluffy white wing feathers?" Dean asked, Sam just sighed ignoring the question before speaking. "But Gloria did say the angel gave her a sign, right beside Carl Gully's doorway."
"Could be something at his house; it's worth checking out." Dean said hopeful.
"Yeah okay… I'll go check it out." Sam said standing.
"No! No… You stay. Watch sicky there and I will HAPPILY go check it out." Dean said jumping up and putting on his jacket.
Sam laughed and shook his head as Dean walked out the door, then he turned back to me.
"Well Em. Want some soup? I bought chicken and stars?" He said with eyebrows raised. I smiled and nodded.
"Hey Sammy… what does Dean have against angels?" I asked.
"I don't know Em. It never really came up before this case, so I didn't know he did till now."
"For what its worth… I think it could be angels."
"Me too Em… who know's maybe we'll teach that old man he doesn't know it all." Sam said with a grin making me chuckle, but then cough.
"Oh I'm sorry Kiddo…" Sam said sitting down beside me, I laid over with a pillow in his lap so that he could untangle my hair with his hands.
"Sammyyyyy. How long till it goes away?"
"I don't know Em… hopefully a couple of days on the antibiotics and the infection should start clearing up, you've got to stay out of all these blankets or your fever is just gonna keep getting worse."
"But its so cold. I just want to be warm and be able to breathe again. My nose is stuffy, my chest is heavy, my throat hurts."
"Geez… I almost forgot how whiny you get when you're sick." Sam said rolling his eyes. I lightly punched him in the stomach and he laughed at me.
"You're supposed to be the nice one." I mumbled.
"Yeah yeah… try and get some sleep kiddo. I think Dean's gonna be gone for a while."
"Mmmk." I mumbled already dozing off, because I always do he plays with my hair, and he knows it.
Even when I'm sick my mind wanders to Luke.
When I open my eyes I feel warm, like I'm laying in the sun. The deep breath I take in smells like flowers. Then… he's there. Holding my hand. Kissing my lips. My Luke.
"I can't be here." I say breaking away from him.
"No… stay here." He says leaning in for another long kiss. I don't resist him. Instead I pull myself closer, running my hand through his long hair, his hands wind themselves down the sides of my body, stopping at my hips, then moving back to cup under the curve of my ass.
"I'll find you." A whisper from somewhere behind us says, Luke doesn't hear it, but I do, and I slowly pull away from him. My eyes searching around us.
"I see you." The voice whispers again.
"Luke… Luke no. We have to go." I say with urgency pushing him off of me.
"Emily stay… stay with me." He asks calmly, as if the voice doesn't exist. He can't hear it. He doesn't know what danger surrounds him when he's with me.
"I can't." I breathe heavily.
"They're coming, please… we have to go." I beg him trying to stand and pull him up with me, but instead he smiles at me calmly and squeezes my hand.
"Stay with me Emily." He says again.
"I'm getting closer to you." The voice whispered again, and I realize I've heard it before. Yellow Eyes.
"I can't." I cried to Luke.
I pull away from his grasp and began to run.
"Emily!" he calls after me, but I don't stop.
As I run my chest tightens, it feels heavy and painful. I begin to slow down, trying to catch my breath, but I can't. I can't get enough air in. It hurts. I begin to cough violently.
The coughing continues and suddenly there are other voices around me, hands on me.
"Emily… Em calm down. It's okay… It'll stop." Sam coos, rubbing my back and squeezing my shoulders.
I gasp for air when I finally get a break between coughing and when I open my eyes I'm back in the motel. Its dark… Its late. Sam flips on the lamp and I can see Dean waking up in the bed next to us.
"She okay?" He asked.
"Yeah man… she'll be okay, she's just gotta catch her breath." Sam answered for me since I was still letting out the last couple of coughs.
"What time is it?" I managed to ask past the hoarseness in my throat.
"3 am." Dean answered laying back down.
"I'm sorry." I said.
"Its not your fault sweetheart." Dean said as he closed his eyes. "Just try and relax, drink some tea and go back to sleep."
Sam brought me over the warm tea and the thermometer.
"Temp first, then you can have the tea." Sam said as he handed it to me and I slid it under my tongue. We waited for the beep.
"100.4 Well… at least its coming down." Sam said as he handed me the tea.
"So did Dean find anything at the guy's house?" I whispered as Sam laid back down on the bed.
"Yeah. Bones… guy must have gotten away with several murders. Would have kept on getting away with it."
"So does Dean buy our angels theory yet?"
"No. He doesn't… but. There's still a lot left to figure out. Get some sleep Em." He said as I curled back up against him, my head elevated on a couple of pillows against his chest.
"Hey Em…" Sam whispered a few minutes later.
"Yeah?"
"…Was it Luke again?"
I stayed silent, not sure whether or not to answer him.
"Maybe you should call him." Sam said taking me by surprise. Again. I didn't answer him. We both slowly drifted to sleep.
When I woke up again it was bright, someone was shaking my shoulder gently.
"Em wake up."
"Hmmmmm." I groaned as Sam shook my shoulders again.
"Wake up kiddo, gotta take some more medicine."
I sleepily sat up and leaned against the headboard, I wiped my eyes before taking the broken up pills and cough syrup from him, got them down, and then he offered me a mug of the chicken and stars soup.
"Soup for breakfast?" I asked with an eyebrow raised.
"Yeah well I figure it's the only thing that really sounds appetizing at the moment." He said laughing.
"Nothing sounds appetizing… but soup is doable. Thank you Sammy."
"No problem. Feeling any better?"
"Not really."
"Well you just got round two of antibiotics, should be better by this afternoon kiddo." He said hopeful.
"Where's Dean?" I asked looking around and realizing he wasn't there.
"He ran to get some food, real food."
"Oh."
"He'll be back soon. In the meantime, we can finish the conversation you were avoiding last night." He said giving me a pointed stare.
I looked down to the bowl in my hands, not wanting to make eye contact.
"Emily why do you not want us to know? We've paid attention the last couple of weeks. We know your still dreaming about him, and I know you've been spooked ever since we left Connecticut about yellow eyes being around. I promise you Em he's not here, he's not even close to us."
"Then why would Maggie know who he is Sam? How did a random ass spirit know he was there, and that he was looking for me, for us. Please explain that."
"I don't know Em, some spirits can get into your head, maybe she knew you were worried about a man with yellow eyes and just lied."
"Sam we have no idea where he is, which means he could be on our tail, he could be watching us."
"Okay you know what I'm getting off this topic… back to Luke. Maybe you should call him."
"Call who?" Dean said as he opened the door.
"No one." I said the same time Sam said "Luke."
Dean looked at Sam like he was insane.
"Why the hell would she wanna do that?"
"Because something's bothering her and she needs to figure it out."
"Okay well she can do that without calling him, just let her figure it out on her own, stop butting in." Dean said as he sat the food down on the table and began to eat his donuts."
"Dean she needs to figure this out WITH him. Or its gonna bug her forever." Sam argued.
"No. No way. She's just gonna get all caught up in this again and be heartbroken when it doesn't end the way she wants it to… AGAIN! I'm not gonna let her do that to herself."
"Could you two not talk about me like I'm not here? I'm sick not dead." I said catching an eye roll from both of them.
"Well someone's feeling better cause she's got her bitchy pants on." Dean said.
"I'm not bitchy I'm just saying. This doesn't have anything to do with either of you, so stop arguing about it and work your damn case, I will decide if I wanna call him or not. And whether I do, or I don't, neither of you can say shit. Got it?"
"Yeah definitely wearing the bitchy pants today." Dean grumbled as Sam nodded in agreeance with him.
"Oh whatever. I'm going to take a shower." I said getting out of bed for the first time in over a day. I guess I am feeling a little better, or maybe I'm just that desperate to get away from this conversation. Either way. I'm leaving this room.
The truth is, I've been arguing with myself for days about whether or not to reach out to him. I've opened that phone and typed a message over a dozen times, but I can never hit send. I just can't decide if opening pandora's box all over again would be worth it… for me or him. I don't wanna hurt him again. I don't wanna leave him again. It was hard enough the first time.
I got in the shower and the hot water warmed me quickly. It felt nice. I know with the fever and all I should probably turn it down, but it's so warm. The steam from the shower also helped make it easier to breathe and for that I was even more persuaded to stand under the hot water till it turned luke warm. I got out, changed into some comfy clothes and walked out with a towel around my head to stop me from getting too much of a chill with my wet hair.
"Did you leave any for the rest of us?" Dean asked as I sat down across from him.
"No. But I do feel better if it counts for anything."
"Well I'm glad to hear that, we need to know if your fever broke though." He said handing me the thermometer.
We waited for the beep and this time I was the one who read it.
"98.9 I'd consider that broke right?"
"Yeah, but you should still do at least another does or two of the cough medicine, or it could spike again." Sam said.
"Fine. I'll take another one this afternoon, so what's today's plan?"
"Well there was another murder last night, we are gonna go scope the place out, think you wanna ride around or would you rather stay in bed another day?" Dean asked me.
"I'll ride, it'd be nice to get out. Just promise you'll bring me back if I change my mind."
"Sure thing kiddo." Sam said as he tugged on the towel wrapped around my head before walking away.
"De." I said softly as Sam entered the bathroom.
"Yeah?"
"You really think I should just leave all this alone? I mean. Maybe I'm having the dreams for a reason.."
"Emily. All I know is it tore you up to be in that situation in the first place, and now you wanna go and do it again?"
"No. I don't. But I don't wanna keep having these dreams every night either. I hate them Dean. Every night it's the same thing. Everything I want is dangled in front of me, and then its ripped away. Over, and over again."
"Everything you want huh?" Dean asked suspiciously.
"You know what I mean Dean… I liked him. A lot."
"I know you did, which is why I think you're gonna get hurt again. And that's the last thing I wanna see."
"Well then what should I do."
"I don't know kiddo… I'll let you make your own decision here. I won't push one way or the other. I'll be here if you need anything."
"Thanks Dean."
"No problem, get some clothes on, I'm not taking you out in public like that."
"What's wrong with this?" I asked looking down at my plaid pj pants and the oversized Standford sweater I stole from Sam.
"You look homeless."
"Um! Excuse you, I do not, but fine. I will." I said digging for some sweats and a long sleeve ACDC tshirt, then I topped it off with my knock off ugg boots.
"Better?" I asked when he came out of the bathroom.
"Much. Gotta love the classics." He said with a wink before I followed him out to the impala, Sam close behind me.
When we pulled up to the vic's house we noticed the yellow tape all over the front porch, and the few neighbors outside down the road.
"Well. Looks like we're going in the back." Dean said pointing to the tall fence they would undoubtedly have to climb to get inside.
"I wanna go." I said from the backseat.
"Em, I don't want you to push it, just ride this one out and let us jump the fences for today." Dean said. I rolled my eyes and laid back in the seat, singing along quietly to the radio, and terribly out of tune due to my raspy voice and still stuffy nose.
It probably wasn't even 30 minutes later when I heard the thud of boots as they landed back on this side of the fence. I continued to softly hum and sing to the Aerosmith song as they boys got in and started the car.
"Find anything?" I asked.
"Yeah. Looks like the vics all went to the same Church, feel like confessing your sins?" Dean said with a wink.
"Oh please… out of the three of us in this car my list is probably the shortest." I scoffed.
"Um, I'm sorry… are you forgetting who is in the front seat? I'm more well behaved than the both of you put together on any given day." Sam said smugly.
"Okay mister goody two shoes, you can say the prayer over dinner tonight then." I snarked back.
"Geez… Dean wasn't kidding about the bitchy pants." Sam mumbled.
"Oh will you two shut up! There is nothing bitchy in on or about my pants. You two are just annoying today."
"Surrrrre." Dean said a little too quickly. I rolled my eyes and went back to humming and softly singing so that I didn't sound too out of tune.
We were only a few minutes down the road before Sam spoke up again.
"Hey Em."
"Sam. If you've got anything else to say about my pants I'm gonna strangle you-"
"No, no that's not what I was gonna say." He chuckled. "How come… how come you never wanna do shows anymore? I mean you've had an opportunity the last few towns we were in and you shot every one of them down."
"I don't know Sam… just. Been busy. We've kinda had a lot on our plate."
"Yeah but that doesn't mean you can't take a couple of hours off, I mean the last time you sang was when Da-"
"Okay Sam, I get it okay. When I don't sound like someone shoved sand paper down my throat I'll do a show. Anything else you wanna talk about?" I snapped. I didn't mean to. But I did.
"No." He said quietly, obviously kind of hurt at my lashing out.
"I'm sorry… Sam. I just. I don't know. I'm tired. Just drop me off after we get done at the church. I think the fever is coming back, I just wanna sleep this off."
"Okay." He said shortly. The pull of guilt wondered around in my stomach. I guess I knew eventually one of them would bring it up. I haven't set foot on or near a stage since Dad died… since the last time when Daddy was there. The only time when daddy was there. I mean. If I'm being honest I really did feel too busy since Dad's death to worry about something so unimportant. Then there was the whole Luke thing, and then the whole might have to kill me and Sam thing, and I don't know. I just. Never seemed to really want to do one anymore.
When I looked back up Dean's eyes were aimed at me through the rear view mirror. Great. That's a conversation we'll be having later.
We pulled up to a stone church… no different from the several others across the country. Nothing special. Just an old building in the middle of downtown, I followed my brothers inside.
We let Dean take lead and approach the priest first as Sam and I slowly followed behind, allowing Dean to come up with our story. I looked to Sam who still looked a bit stung by my harsh words. I know he was just trying to be nice, I know he's just worried, and dammit I hate seeing those mopey ass puppy dog eyes. They're enough to make the devil himself feel bad.
I reached out and bumped him with my elbow. He turned and looked down to me confused.
"I hate that look." I said quietly so only he could hear me.
"What look?" He asked.
"The one that makes me feel like I just ran over your cat… I'm sorry Sam. I didn't mean to snap. I just. Don't feel good and I got a lot on my mind and that's not something I wanna add to the plate of Winchester drama for now."
"Okay… but eventually. You gotta cross that bridge. You loved it too much to just walk away from it." He said with a sad smile.
"Yeah… I just don't know if I can deal with it on top of everything else. I'd rather tackle this whole Luke thing, and I'd really love to tackle this whole yellow eyes thing as well."
"Yeah. I know kiddo… so, you gonna call him?"
"If only you knew how many times I've opened that phone, and not been able to go through with it." I mumbled looking straight ahead. Instead of replying he draped his long arm over my shoulder and walked us towards Dean.
"So you're interested in joining the parish?" We heard him ask Dean as we entered the conversation.
"Yeah, well, you know, we just don't feel right unless we hit church every Sunday." Dean lied.
"Where'd you say you lived before?" The Father asked.
"Uh ..." Dean mumbled.
"Fremont, Texas." I quickly said.
"Yeah." Sam agreed with a friendly smile.
"Really? That's a nice town. St. Teresa's parish, you must know the priest there."
"Sure, yeah, no it's uh, Father O'Malley." Dean said with a chuckle.
"Hmm, I know a Father Shaughnessy." The Father said confused.
"Shaughnessy, exactly. What'd I say?" Dean said poorly covering his ass.
"You know, we're just happy to be here now, Father." Sam said saving the same ass he was failing to cover.
"And we're happy to have you, we could use some young blood around here."
"Hey, listen, I gotta ask — no offense, but uh, the neighborhood?" Dean asked, I guess It did look a little rough. But rough neighborhoods don't really scare you all that much when you face Demons.
"Well, it's gone to seed a little, there's no denying that, but that's why what the church does here is so important. Like I always say, you can expect a miracle, but in the meantime you work your butt off."
"Huh. Yeah, we heard about the murders."
"Yes. The victims were parishioners of mine, I'd known them for years."
"And the killers said that an angel made them do that?" Sam cut in and ask.
"Yes. Misguided souls, to think that God's messenger would appear and incite people to murder. It's tragic."
"So you don't believe in those angel yarns, huh?" Dean cut in while glaring at Sam.
"Oh, no, I absolutely believe. Kind of goes with the job description." The Father quickly explained.
"Father, that's Michael, right?" I asked pointing to one of the paintings on the wall.
"That's right. The archangel Michael, with the flaming sword. The fighter of demons. Holy force against evil."
"So they're not really the Hallmark card version that everybody thinks? They're fierce, right? Vigilant?" I asked.
"Well, I like to think of them as more loving than wrathful. But, uh, yes, a lot of Scripture paints angels as God's warriors. "An angel of the Lord appeared to them, the glory of the Lord shone down upon them, and they were terrified."… its Luke 2:9" He explained when we all looked confused.
"Well, thank you for speaking with us, Father." Sam said as we all walked back outside onto the steps.
"Oh, it' s my pleasure. Hope to see you again." He said, as we walked I noticed a collection of flowers, balloons, and candles, I nudged Dean and nodded to it, he turned back to the Father.
"Hey, Father, what's, what is all that for?" Dean asked.
"Oh, that's for Father Gregory. He was a priest here." The Father said sadly.
"Was?" I asked between sniffles, the cold weather further irritating my illness.
"He passed away right on these steps. He's interred in the church crypt."
"When did this happen?" Dean asked.
"Two months ago. He was shot for his car keys."
"I'm sorry." Sam said sincerely.
"Yeah, me too. He was a good friend. I didn't even have time to administer his last rites. But like I said, it's a tough neighborhood. Ever since he died I've been praying my heart out."
"For what?" Sam asked.
"For deliverance. From the violence and the bloodshed around here. We could use a little divine intervention, I s'pose."
"Well, Padre, thanks. We'll see you again." Dean said as he placed a hand on the small of my back and led me to the car.
"Well, it's all starting to make sense. Devoted priest dies a violent death? That's vengeful spirit material right there. And he knew all the other stiffs, because they went to church here, in fact I'm willing to bet that because he was their priest, he knew things about them that nobody else knew." Dean said as we got into the car.
"Then again, Father Reynolds started praying for God's help about two months ago, right? Right about the time all this started happening?"
"Aw, come on, man, what's your deal?"
"What do you mean?"
Great. Here comes another argument.
"Look, I'll admit I'm a bit of a skeptic, but since when are you all Mr., uh, 700 Club? No, seriously. From the git-go you've been willing to buy this angel crap, man. I mean, what's next, are you going to start praying every day? I mean come on, even Em doesn't buy into this shit right Em?"
"Well…" I was starting to say but was cut off.
"I do." Sam said confidently.
"What?" Dean asked confused.
"I do pray every day. I have for a long time."
"The things you learn about a guy. Huh. Well, come on, let's go check out Father Gregory's grave."
"Take me back to the room first please…" I mumbled. Feeling myself getting tired.
"Okay kiddo, you got it." Dean said as he pulled out onto the road.
I opted to sit up front this time and leaned against Sam as we drove, his arm moved around me and his wrist landed against my forehead.
"You are feeling pretty warm again Em, make sure you take some of that medicine when you get there."
"Okay." I mumbled.
I could feel my nose get slightly itchy, and I leaned forward as I felt a sneeze work its way up.
"Ah.. ah.. ah.. ah-chooo!" My sneeze came out more like the squeak of a mouse at the end. I groaned feeling the pressure in my head cause it to ache.
Then there was laughter beside me.
I looked up and saw Dean laughing, trying not to let me notice.
"What's so funny." I asked flatly.
Then I turned to see Sam stifle a giggle.
"I asked a question." I snapped.
"I'm sorry kiddo, its just… that has got to be the cutest little sappy girly sneeze I've ever heard."
"Yeah well I'm not a cute little sappy girl so fuck you."
"Oh come on!" Dean said laughing even more at the fact that I was offended. I turned to look at Sam, he was staring out the window in attempt not to make eye contact with me.
"Fuck you both." I mumbled as I crawled into the backseat.
"Emily… don't get all butt hurt." Dean said as he pulled into the motel. I slid out of the backseat and flipped them the bird as I walked to the door.
"We'll be back in an hour! Take your medicine!" Sam hollered as they pulled away and I went through the doorway.
I walked in, took my medicine, changed back into the oversized Stanford sweater and shorts and curled up in the bed. Then I reached for the phone, opened it, and clicked on his name. Then I slowly moved my thumb towards the small envelope under his name.
The white empty box stared back at me for several minutes. I figured if I'm gonna do it… might as well get it over with.
I slowly typed the words: Hey stranger.
Then I hovered over the send button. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and on the exhale I pushed it. Then I INSTANTLY regretted it.
Why did I do this? I knew I wouldn't be able to take it back! He probably forgot all about me by now… and if he didn't he probably hates me for ditching him! I would! Dean was right… I should have just left this alone and found another way around the damn nightmares. Ughhh. I was continuing my self loathing but the sound of chimes coming from beside me stopped every thought in my head. I slowly reached down and picked up the phone with the brightly lit screen that read "New Message" and opened it.
Luke: Who is this?
Well… now's my chance. I could just tell him it's the wrong number, hell maybe this isn't even Lukes number anymore… wait. No. It must be or they would have told me I had the wrong number. Shit. Oh well… if your gonna do something go big or go home.
Me: It's… Emily.
Hitting the send button the second time was slightly easier than it was the first time, but it still made my heart rate quicken. I sat and stared at the phone until it lit up again.
Luke: Emily? Emily Winchester?
He remembers me. For some reason it made me wanna smile, but then I remembered that his feelings may not be kind ones, and my smile fell before it even had the chance to fully meet each side of my face.
Me: Yep. That's me.
Luke: What do you want?
Ouch. Well. I guess that answers my question as to whether or not he hates me. But then suddenly it buzzed in my hand again.
Luke: I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to come off like it probably did. I'm just. A little… shocked?
Me: Its okay if you did mean it like that. I kinda deserve it. Luke. I'm sorry.
Luke: Emily… are you okay? I mean. You disappeared. Months of radio silence and now all of a sudden you feel the need to strike up a conversation. Is something wrong?
My heart fluttered. Here is this amazing guy, whose heart I probably ripped out before I disappeared for months on end. And now that I've opened up pandora's box he's not even mad… he's worried about me. I could never deserve someone as good as him. What the hell have I done…
Me: I don't know anymore.
I answered him honestly… because I truly don't know.
Luke: … I missed you.
My heart felt like it grew three times its size.
Me: I still miss you.
Luke: Emily, what's wrong?
Me: Its just been a really hard past few months, and I keep having these dreams. You're there. And I don't know what's going on in my head these days. I'm sorry… I don't know why I texted you. I just. Didn't know what else to do.
Just as I hit the send button I heard the door open and didn't even bother to sit up as the boots made their way into the room.
"So. What's the update?" I asked.
"We're gonna have to wait and go back when the church is clear. We tried to wait out the Father but I don't think he's going anywhere anytime soon, and we gotta get into that crypt." Dean explained.
Then my phone buzzed and chimed, causing both of my brothers to turn and look at me.
"Is that… who I think it is?" Sam asked cautiously.
I took a deep breath and met eyes with him.
"Yeah. It is."
"Oh." Was all he said in return, I looked over to Dean. He was watching me carefully. He knew I could be a hard ass, but he also knew when it came to certain things, I could break a little easier than even I want to admit. This was one of those things.
I opened the phone.
Luke: Well. you could start with what the hell happened prom night? Pete said you saved his life. He was drunk off his ass, but I still know something weird happened.
Me: I wish I could… but I can't. It would just be more trouble than you know.
Luke: Is that why you left? Because you thought you would get me in trouble?
Me: Something along those lines. I really am sorry Luke.
Luke: You can't tell me anything? I mean come on. I need something to work with here. I thought you left because of Tiffany… and me.
Me: No, that's not it. I can handle Tiffany, and leaving you sucked. It was horrible. I just. I didn't fit in there. I really wish I could explain to you more. But I can't. I'm sorry.
Luke: Then where is this conversation even going?
I don't know… I don't know what I expected. But I think that's enough for one night. I shut the phone and put it on the bedside table. Then I sighed as I laid back into the pillows.
Dean walked over and put the back of his hand against my forehead.
"Feeling better kiddo?"
"Sorta… my throat still hurts, my lungs are still cruddy."
"Well I think you broke the fever… why don't you get some sleep. Sit this one out."
"No. I need to be there."
"Why do you think that?"
"Because If I'm not there then you'll be mean to Sammy about this whole angel thing."
Dean rolled his eyes.
"Not you too…" he mumbled.
"Dean. I don't understand, what do you have against angels? I think Sammy could be right on this one. Even if he's not, let him find it out on his own. Quit shooting him down."
"I don't have anything against angels because they don't exist."
"I don't know De. Is it really that far of a stretch? I mean there are demons. If demons exist then why wouldn't angels?"
"Then why haven't we seen them? Huh?"
"When was the last time we saw any supernatural being that wasn't evil? All we hunt is evil… we don't go out in search of things that are good. So I wouldn't expect us to run into one. But this… this could be it. Dean, you and I both know that stranger things have happened."
"Yeah. I guess." He gave up with that and stood.
"So… Luke." He said as he reached down pulled the blankets around me.
"Yeah. Lets just discuss that later… please."
"Okay… are we going to discuss you not singing later too?"
I stayed silent.
"I'll take that as a yes… get some sleep kiddo. We WILL be discussing this stuff later."
"Sir yes sir." I mocked.
He kissed my head and walked towards the door, Sammy following behind him.
"No more blankets Em!" Sam hollered as he walked past me. What a worry wort.
I slowly fell asleep. For the first time I don't know how long, I woke up with a grin upon hearing my brothers trample back through the door. No dreams. NONE!
But then I realized they were bickering.
"You saw it, didn't you? Didn't you?" Dean demanded as they came through the door.
"Yeah. Yeah. Dean, I saw an angel." Sam said slightly shocked.
"Wait, you saw one?!" I said sitting straight up on the bed.
"All right. Here." Dean said handing him a flask.
"I don't want a drink."
"So. What makes you think you saw a, uh, angel?" Dean asked suspiciously.
"It just, it appeared before me and I just, this feeling washed over me, you know? Like, like peace. Like grace." He explained with a smile, I smiled back at him. I really want this to be an angel.
"Okay, Ecstasy Boy, maybe we'll get you some glowsticks and a nice Dr. Seuss hat, huh?"
"Dean don't be such an ass." I growled, then I coughed. Ughhhh.
"Dean, I'm serious. It spoke to me, it knew who I was." Sam said.
"It's just a spirit, Sam. Okay? And it's not the first one to be able to read people's minds. Okay, let me guess. You were personally chosen to smite some sinner. You've just got to wait for some divine bat signal, is that it?"
"Yeah, actually." Sam admitted.
"Great. I don't suppose you asked what this alleged bad guy did?"
"Actually I did, Dean. And the angel told me. He hasn't done anything. Yet. But he will."
"Oh, this is, this is… I don't believe this." Dean said pacing across the room.
"Dean, the angel hasn't been wrong yet! Someone's going to do something awful, and I can stop it!"
"You know, you're supposed to be bad too, maybe, maybe I should just stop you right now."
"Dean! That is enough!" I yelled making the point that he's gone too far. That's not fair to bring up and he knows it. He looked at me and I shot him a glare, then Sam continued.
"You know what, Dean? I don't understand! Why can't you even consider the possibility?"
"What, that this is an angel?" Dean asked incredulously.
"Yes! Maybe we're hunting an angel here, and we should stop! Maybe this is God's will!" Sam argued passionately, also standing now.
"Okay, all right. You know what? I get it. You've got faith. That's — hey, good for you. I'm sure it makes things easier… I'll tell you who else had faith like that — Mom. She used to tell me when she tucked me in that angels were watching over us. In fact, that was the last thing she ever said to me."
Oh. Now… now it all makes a little more sense. The room got still.
"You never told me that." Sam said quietly. He didn't ever tell me either.
"Well, what's to tell? She was wrong. There was nothing protecting her. There's no higher power, there's no God. I mean, there's just chaos, and violence, and random unpredictable evil that, that comes out of nowhere, and rips you to shreds. You want me to believe in this stuff? I'm going to need to see some hard proof. You got any?" Dean said suddenly.
It hurt my heart to hear him say the words, but now it all made sense. His whole life, why he never bought into it like Sam and I did.
Sam shook his head back and forth and lowered his eyes.
"Well, I do. Proof that we're dealing with a spirit." Dean said sure of himself.
"Okay… why don't we go to bed, and pick this up tomorrow." I suggested realizing it was still only 3 in the morning.
"We'll have to wait till night again, the Father will be there all day tomorrow and my proof is back in the crypt." Dean said.
"That's fine. Tomorrow we'll all go, okay? Lets just… sleep on this. Please."
He and Sam both shook their head and Dean went to the bathroom. I turned and looked at Sam sitting on the bed across from mine, taking off his shoes.
"Sammy… for what its worth. I believe you. But, we also need to hear Dean's point… just incase." I said cautiously.
"I know kiddo… I know." He said, then he sighed and laid down, turing off the lights.
Dean made his way over to the bed shortly after that, I scooted over and pull the sheet with me.
"Dean… why didn't you ever tell me that Mom believed?" I whispered after I could hear Sam softly snoring.
"Because… she was wrong." He said solemnly.
"But what if she's not?" I asked, this caused him to turn and face me.
"Then whoever or whatever the hell is up there… just let her die. Watched and did nothing, and I don't want anything to do with them even if they did exist."
"I'm sorry… I shouldn't have asked." I said looking down.
"No… its fine. I just. Sam already has his hopes up, and its gonna break his heart when this falls through, and I don't want to have to pick you both back up when this one's over. Just please. Give me the chance to be the voice of reason on this one."
"Dean Winchester the voice of reason?" I asked with eyebrows raised. "Now that's a scary world to live in." I joked.
He laughed and so did I.
"Okay… your turn. Luke. Start talking." He said.
"Well… I didn't have any dreams tonight." I said happily.
"Well that's good… so what did you say to him?"
"Just hi… and. That I was sorry. And I mighta kinda sorta told him that I miss him." I admitted. Dean let out a deep sigh.
"And he said?"
"He wanted answers. He was worried about me, and then he said that he missed me too."
"Well you can't blame him for wanting answers kiddo, we did kinda up and leave outta nowhere as far as he knew."
"I know that Dean… but what the hell am I supposed to tell him? That being around me puts his life in danger? That I hunt monsters and sometimes they kill people to get to me? That I might be evil and demon is searching for me?" I rambled.
"Whoa whoa whoa… slow your roll kiddo. First of all, you're not evil. We've covered that. And we don't know if the demon is searching for us or not, lastly… You don't owe him anything you don't want to. But you can't call him up out of the blue after months and expect him NOT to want some answers. Its just a matter of what you're willing to tell him, and what you want out of this."
"I don't know what I want Dean…"
"Well then take some time to think about it, don't pressure yourself. There's no need to rush it, if he's half the guy I think he is then he'll wait till you're ready to tell him what's on your mind."
"…I just kinda left the conversation hanging for now. Not really sure what to say next."
"You're a smart kid Em. You'll figure it out. I promise." Dean said as he tucked some hair behind my ear and then I slowly fell into another blissful dreamless sleep.
The coughing woke us all up again, but it wasn't until another 5 hours, which is pretty much a full nights sleep.
"Here." Dean mumbled as he walked over with more pills, and tea. I'm so sick of this damn tea.
"Thanks" I said with a raspy voice.
"Well, I still don't feel a fever, you're on the rise Em, give it a few more days on the medicine and it should stop." Sam said sitting down at the table with Dean and I.
"Ughhhh." I groaned. "Can I at least have something other than hot tea to drink?"
"Yeah kiddo, I'll get you a water." Sam said laughing at me.
I sniffed really big, but that only caused the tickling sensation in my nose to come back. Oh no…
"Ahh..ah..ah. Achoo!" The highpitched squeak made its way out of my mouth once again. I immediately shot my eyes up to Dean.
"Don't. Say it." I warned.
He used the newspaper he was reading to hide behind, but I could still see it shaking with his laughter.
"I can see the entire paper shaking, you're not hiding it asshole." I said throwing a wadded up napkin at him.
We spent the morning in the room, figuring out the best way to get back in the crypt tonight, I attempted real food, and even though I couldn't really taste it I could still appreciate the crispy bacon.
We were all curled up on one of the beds watching some lame cop show when my phone chimed from the other side of the bed. All three of us turned to look at it, then the boys both turned to me.
"Well, are you gonna stare at me all day or are you gonna hand me the damn phone?" I asked.
Sam picked it up and handed it to me. Peeking at it since I Sat next to him with Dean layed out across the foot of the bed, but instead of watching the TV he was now watching me, I rolled my eyes at both my nosy brothers, then I opened it.
Luke: So I didn't mean to end our conversation last night, it was nice talking to you again.
I sighed, thinking of what to say back. I looked up and they were both still staring at me.
"Well either tell me what the hell to say back to him or turn around and watch your damn show."
They both quickly turned back to the TV. Nice. Real helpful guys.
Me: Sorry, I fell asleep.
Luke: Its okay. So how'd you sleep. Dream of me? ;)
I giggled at his winky face.
Me: Ha. For the first time in weeks no actually. Sorry if that makes me sound like a creepy stalker.
Luke: I don't mind, I dreamt about you too for a while after you left. So I guess we're both creepy stalkers.
Me: Lol, sounds about right. So how is everything?
Luke: Its good, the football team sucks this year, lost all our good senior offense players so we're trying to make up for it on defense.
Me: Well if football falls through at least you've still got your good looks to get you through life. ;)
Luke: Yeah. Right.. Lol. What's been going on with you lately?
I sighed. Causing both brothers to look at me again.
"Oh would you two stop it! I'm going for a walk." I said getting up and walking out the door.
Me: Not much. You know, just on the road with my brothers.
Luke: Tell em I said hey. What do you guys do anyways? You just said they travel for work.
Well you see we hunt monsters, ghosts, and demons. I get kidnapped sometimes, we have scar competitions when we get injured, and every now and then we almost die.
Me: Its kinda complicated.
Luke: A lot about your life is complicated isn't it.
Me: You have no idea.
Luke: I wish you would tell me…
Me: I'm afraid I'd scare you off for good… not sure I'm ready to lose you a second time.
Luke: I'm not going anywhere Emily. I'm here for you.
Me: Luke. It's a lot. Its not something I want to dump on someone. I don't want you near it. I don't wanna put you in danger.
Luke: Danger? What do you mean put me in danger? Emily are you okay? Be honest with me this time.
Me: For the moment. Yes.
Okay… too much. I need to figure this out before I say anything else.
Me: I gotta go. Talk to you soon.
I walked back into the room. The boys were waiting obviously.
"Okay. Can we go now? I don't wanna sit around anymore. I need to do something else."
"Went that well huh?" Dean asked.
"I just… he wants answers that I can't give him! I don't why I even did this."
"I'm sorry kiddo. I guess we could head to the church and try to get around the Father."
"Sounds like a plan. Lets go."
We got to the church and snuck our way into the crypt, which was surprisingly easy. The Father was preoccupied obviously. We walked in and something caught my eye, it obviously caught Sam's too.
"That looks like—" Sam started.
"It's wormwood." Dean interrupted. "Plant associated with the dead; specifically the ones that are not at rest. I don't see it growing anywhere else, except over the murdered priest's marker. It's him, Sam."
"Maybe." Sam said unconvinved.
"Maybe?" Dean asked annoyed.
"Dean… calm down." I mumbled.
"Dean, I don't know what to think." Sam admitted. They were both frustrated.
"Okay. You want some more proof? I'll give you more proof." Dean said crossing his arms.
"How?" I asked.
"We'll summon Gregory's spirit."
"What? Here? In the church? Are you kidding me?" I said with wide eyes. "That is sooo sacrilegious."
"Yeah. Yeah, we just need a few odds and ends, and that, uh, séance ritual in Dad's journal."
"Oh, a séance, great. Hope Whoopi's available." Sam said rolling his eyes.
"That's funny, actually." Dean said flatly. "Seriously. If Father Gregory's spirit is around, a séance will bring him right to us. If it's him, then we'll put him to rest."
"But if it's an angel, it won't show. Nothing will happen." Sam said.
"Exactly. That's one of the perks of the job, Sam. We don't have to operate on faith. We can know for sure. Don't you wanna know for sure?"
"Its not a bad idea Sammy." I said as I watched him contemplate the idea.
"Fine. Lets do it." He finally said.
"Well… we're definitely going to hell for this one." I mumbled as I followed my brothers back out of the crypt.
We had time to kill before we could sneak back in and be able to do the séance without the Father busting us, so we ate at a diner in town, then we headed off to a mom and pop grocery place to pick up a few things.
"Dude. I'll admit we've gone pretty ghetto with spellwork before, but this takes the cake. I mean, a Spongebob placemat instead of an altar cloth?" Dean said as we walked back out to the car.
"We'll just put it Spongebob side down." I giggled. Sam laughed with me but then he froze.
"Sam… Sammy what's wrong?" I asked, Dean turned and faced us.
"Dean, that's it." Sam said pointing to a guy standing across the street with a bouquet of flowers.
"What?" Dean asked confused.
"That's the sign!" Sam yelled.
"Where?" I asked him just as confused. All I see is a dude with flowers?
"Right there, right behind that guy! That's him. And we have to stop him."
Sam began to cross the street.
"Wait a minute." Dean said grabbing his arm.
"What are you doing? Let me go." Sam said pulling away from him.
"You're not going to go kill somebody because a ghost told you to, are you insane?"
"Dean, I'm not insane, I'm not going to kill him. I'm going to stop him."
"Sammy maybe we should give this one a minute… we gotta figure out what to do. We can't just kill him." I said.
"Em, please, he's going to hurt someone, you know it." He said with a pleading look in his eyes. I looked up to Dean.
"All right, come on." Dean groaned. He jumped in the car but when I tried to open the passenger door it was locked. Sam then tried the back door, but it too was locked, we watched as the young man across the street got in his car as well.
"Dean. Unlock my door." Sam demanded.
"You're not killing anyone, Sam. I got this guy, you go do the séance. Em go with him." Dean said as he started to pull away.
"Dean!" Sam yelled as he pulled away.
"Come on Sam… lets go. Figure this out once and for all." I said pulling him with me as we walked back to the church.
We laid out the altar and Sam pulled out Dad's journal and began to read from it as we sat in the crypt floor.
"Amate spiritus obscure, te quaerimus, te oramus, nobiscum colloquere, aput nos circita"
I reached over and sprinkled herbs over the black candle as Sam said the words once more, then the candle flared brightly.
"What are you doing? What is this?" A voice called from behind me. I turned to see Father Reynolds. Shit.
"Uh, Father, please. I can explain. Um… actually, maybe i can't. Um. This is a, a séance." Sam explained sheepishly as he stood up.
"A séance? Young man, you are in the House of God." The Father said shocked.
"Hey. I totally was against this." I said with hands raised, Sam shot me a bitch face. I shrugged.
"It's based on early Christian rites, if that helps any." Sam explained.
"Enough. You're coming with me. Both of you."
"Father, please, you, just wait a second!" Sam begged, but the Father took him by the arm and began to drag him out, I followed close behind, but suddenly, there was a bright light building behind us. No. Fucking. Way. … Is that… an Angel?
But as I looked at Sam's face, I knew the truth. The disappointment was evident.
"Oh my god! Is that ... is that an angel?" The Father asked as he released Sam.
"No, it's not. It's just Father Gregory." Sam answered sadly. The light faded, leaving the handsome young priest's ghost standing before us.
"Thomas?!" Father Reynolds asked.
"I've come in answer to your prayers." Father Gregory answered.
Sam slowly walked forward towards the spirit.
"Sam. I thought I sent you on your path. You should hurry." He said.
"Father, I'm sorry. But you're not an angel." Sam answered.
"Of course I am."
"No. You're a man. You're a spirit. And you need to rest." I said stepping forward and taking my place next to Sam.
"I was a man young girl. But now I'm an angel. I was on the steps of the church. And I felt that bullet pierce right through me. But there was no pain. And suddenly I could see… everything. Father Reynolds, I saw you, praying and crying here. I came to help you." He said turning to the living priest.
"Help me how?" He asked. "Those murders — that was because of you?"
"I received the Word of God. He spoke to me, told me to smite the wicked. I'm carrying out his will."
"You're driving innocent people to kill." Father Reynolds said with a heartbroken expression.
"Those innocent people are being offered redemption. Some people need redemption. Don't they, Sam?"
Sam's face twitched.
"I don't think that's your place to decide." I said sternly, grabbing onto Sam's arm.
"How can you call this redemption?" Father Reynolds asked.
"You can't understand it now. But the rules of man and the rules of God are two very different things." Father Gregory answered.
"Those people. They're locked up." Sam said.
"No, they're happy. They've found peace, beaten their demons. And I've given them the keys to Heaven." Father Gregory said with a smile.
"No. No, this is vengeance, it's wrong. Thomas, this goes against everything you believed. You're lost, misguided." Father Reynolds walked forward as he spoke, standing inches from the spirit.
"Father. No, I'm not misguided." The spirit said.
"You are not an angel, Thomas. Men cannot be angels." Father Reynolds said softly. The spirit's face slowly fell.
"But… but I, I don't understand. You prayed for me to come."
"I prayed for God's help. Not this. What you're doing is not God's will. "Thou shalt not kill". That's the word of God."
"Let us help you Father Gregory." Sam said.
"No." He quickly replied.
"It's time to rest, Thomas, to be at peace. Please, let me give you Last Rites." Father Reynolds says as he raises his hands. Father Gregory nodded in resignation.
"Oh Holy Hosts above, I call upon thee as a servant of Christ to sanctify our actions this day, in fulfillment of the will of God." Father Reynolds prays.
"Father Reynolds?" The spirit asked as he began to flicker in front of us.
"Rest."
The spirit kneeled before him and Father Reynolds laid a hand on his forehead.
"I call upon the Archangel Raphael, Master of the Air, to make open the way. Let the fire of the Holy Spirit now descend, that this being might be awakened to the world beyond."
Father Gregory began to glow brightly, and then he vanished as quickly and softly as he appeared. Father Reynolds lowered his hands and turned to face us. His face a mix between awe and sadness.
"Its not your fault." I whispered to him.
The Father nodded to us and we turned to walk out and make our way back to the room.
Sam and I were packing our bags, me sitting cross legged on the bed, folding clothes to go in the bag, and him standing.
"How was your night." Dean asked as he came through the door.
I met eyes with Dean and softly shook my head back and forth. Then we both looked back to Sam.
"You were right. It wasn't an Angel… it was Father Gregory." Sam said hesitantly.
Dean walked over and sat on the bed between Sam and I and pulled out his flask, then he lifted it towards Sam. Sam took it and sat on the bed across from us.
"I don't know, Dean, I just, uh… I wanted to believe ... so badly, uh ... It's so damn hard to do this, what we do. You're all alone, you know? And ... there's so much evil out there in the world, I feel like I could drown in it. And when I think about my destiny, when I think about how I could end up..."
"Yeah, well, don't worry about that. All right? I'm watching out for you." Dean said nonchalantly.
"So am I." I said with a smile.
"Yeah, I know yall are. We're just a few humans. And I needed to think that there was something else, watching too, you know? Some higher power. Some greater good. And that maybe…"
"Maybe what?" I asked.
"Maybe I could be saved." He laughed slightly. "But, uh, you know, that just clouded my judgment, and you're right. I mean, we've gotta go with what we know, with what we can see, with what's right there in front of our own two eyes."
I was fixing to say something about how he won't need saving because nothing's going to happen, but Dean beat me.
"Yeah, well, it's funny you say that." Dean said.
"Why?" Sam and I both asked.
"Gregory's spirit gave you some pretty good information. That guy in the car was bad news. I barely got there in time."
"What happened?" I asked.
"He's dead." Dean said.
"Did… you?" Sam asked surprised.
"No. But I'll tell you one thing. If… The way he died, if I hadn't seen it with my own two eyes I never would have believed it. I mean ... I don't know what to call it."
"Well tell us!" I said nosy as my brothers were earlier.
"Maybe… God's will." He said before taking a swig from his flask. I laughed and scooted to sit closer to him.
"Well boys… onto the next?"
"Yeah. Sounds good kiddo, lets get the hell outta this town." Dean said as he stood and we all loaded bags into the car.
"Hey Em. Here. Take these." Sam said as he walked up behind me.
"Ughh. Come on Sam. I feel better. Please don't make me take those. That stuff is nasty."
"Yeah well you may feel fine now, but if you stop them tonight then your gonna feel like shit again by the time you wake up in the morning. You have to take ALL of your medicine for it to be effective."
"Geez… your such a know it all." I said as I swallowed the pills.
"Lucky for you I do happen to know quite a bit." He said as he draped his arm over my shoulders and walked us out to the impala.
"Yeah yeah yeah… don't get a big head sasquatch."