Harvelle Supernatural
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Chapter 16: When the Levee Breaks
Skylar's POV
I felt like shit.
I curled into a ball, chills all over my body, and my stomach hurting. When I went to the college medical center, the nurse said I had the stomach flu, and the doctor confirmed it as he prescribes medicine and bed rest. But here's the thing…I don't know how I got the stomach flu, let alone being in contact with anybody who recently had it. And the worse of the symptoms was my blood boiling.
My bones ache. My body's cold. And my blood burns.
If this was the flu, it came from Hell.
Amber would check on me once in a while. She would bring ice, ginger ale, and crackers. I told her to stay away, but she wouldn't listen. As she made sure I had ginger ale and ice.
Another round of vomit hurled up my throat as I got up and ran to the bathroom. I knelt down on the toilet and puked what remaining contents were in my stomach. However, it wasn't ginger ale and crackers that came out. Instead, I was vomiting blood. The bitter copper taste of blood flowing out of my mouth. When I open to see the blood, I gasped. It was dark, almost a blackish
red.
Black, red blood . . . That could only mean demon blood.
"Skylar, you alright?" Cheryl's voiced called out.
I look up at the door. "I'm fine."
Then I look down at the toilet to find no blood but bile. What the hell? I swear, I saw blood. I puked blood! I got up slowly, flushing the toilet, and went back to my room. This flu has me hallucinating. Come on, Skylar, this is probably exhaustion. A side effect of lack of sleep. So, I went back to bed.
These past few months have been difficult. The Winchester's call nonstop about daily events, let alone my family update or ask for research. Too much family drama for me. I mean, the Winchesters dealt with a siren that tested their bromance, almost killing each other if Bobby hadn't got involved. But both brothers told me, Sam felt like Dean weighs him down. Of course, Sam denies it, saying it was the Siren. Then a few days later, I get a call from Bobby announcing Pamela was dead. She was the psychic who helped me understand my powers. I asked Bobby how, and he said she got stabbed by a demon. It could explain the spontaneous jab in the rib I had on December 21.
I went to the funeral with Ellen and Jo, seeing Sam, Dean, and Bobby, along with Pamela's closes friends and family. Her body was cremated, and she had a wake and funeral. Police are calling her death a mugging gone wrong. The mugger thought he could rob a blind woman. Yeah, Pamela became blind after Dean got resurrected from Hell. Said she laid eyes on an angel and her vision gone black. But truth be told on her death, was that she unwillingly helped Sam and Dean stopped another seal from being broken. A demon tried to intervene so the guy's souls would be stuck in the afterlife as a ghost for all eternity. If it weren't for Pamela…they would be dead.
I tried to console Sam as we waited in the back room. We barely spoke, just mourned for Pamela. He asked me how I know her, and I told him about the event. Sam did the same with me. Sometimes I wonder how Ellen knew Pamela. Mom was almost ten years older than her; the date given would make Pamela fifteen. Ellen said Bill was working on a case of a witch killing women. So, he needed help from the spirit realm, and Pamela was discovering her abilities. So, a win-win of protection and solving the case.
After the funeral, Bobby, Ellen, Jo, and I went back to South Dakota celebrating Christmas…although it wasn't as festive as last year. Once Christmas came and went, my clairvoyance took over that I fell from the stairs at Bobby's place, feeling like somebody was beating me up. When opening my eyes, I saw a tall sunken man with a beard, muttering nonsense about Hell as he punched me. When he grabbed hold of me, I screamed, slashing out, except my nails attacked Bobby, who was trying to help me. That was when I, along with Ellen, told Bobby I was clairvoyant. That I have the ability to know, knowing if something terrible is going to happen.
The next day, Sam called, saying Dean was in the hospital after being attack by Alastair. A white eye demon. The general of torture and interrogation. January and February went by, and nothing happened. Minor cases from Jo and Ellen asking me to talk to a professor in the language department on translating ancient runes.
Then March came around, and I had this strange dream. I dreamt I was working as a bike messenger named Audrey Athens, a recommended carrier for Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc. Audrey was an only child, born in Nashville Tennessee, her mom died in a fire, and her father name Bill, a repairman for the neighborhood, a war veteran, both living on hard times. Audrey gave up her college life to help her dad, taking online community college courses to get a teaching degree while being a messenger to support her dad. There I meet Mr. Dean Smith and Sam Wesson, who look a lot like the Winchesters.
At first, I drop off the CEO, Mr. Alder's packages. He hands me a letter to deliver to Mr. Smith, a serious man of his work as director of sales and marketing and health addict. He would ask me how my day was then giving me a tip before sending me off on the next errand.
As time goes by, I get these strange dreams related to my past case. In Audrey's dream, I stopped at the building after delivering a letter only to be met by Sam Wesson, a tech supporter. He stared at me for some time till asking if he knows me. I told him no, along with "As if." Before getting off to deliver Mr. Alder's package. Of course, news broke out of two deaths in the building, both being tech support members. Later on, I get a call from Mr. Smith to deliver a request order of buying salt and iron. So, I got salt, rock salt for the winter, and iron poker. I found it strange, but hey, got me a hundred bucks. The next morning, I get a call from Mr. Alder, saying he needed me to pick up a package. I told him it was late, but he insisted, saying he'll pay me extra. I go over to Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc. to meet Mr. Alder, a man who was middle age, slightly bald, dressed professionally.
"Ah, Miss Athens, thank you for dropping by on such short notice." He praised with a package on the table.
"No problem, Mr. Alder," I said.
"Please call me Zachariah," Mr. Alder said. "How are you feeling, Audrey?"
"Uh, a bit tired, but okay," I answered.
"I could tell, been working hard," He noted.
"Um, yeah, streets are crazy this time of year," I stated.
"And your Dad, I heard he's not doing well?" He continued.
I stared at him. This morning Bill's hip hurt, that I had to rush him to the ER. An old wound from the past, when serving in the Gulf War, bothered him. Back in Desert Storm, he got shot, almost got himself, but a soldier name John rescued him.
"Yes, sir," I answered.
"Audrey, you have been a loyal messenger for what now, two years?" Zachariah asked.
"I believe so," I answered.
"And I know today's recession has been hard. Since you have been dedicated to us, I want to help. That's why it's important to me that you're happy." Zachariah said, writing something on a business card. He then handed it to me, and I gasped, reading the message $10,000. "How's that for a bonus?"
"Sir, I . . . I don't know what to say." I replied.
"Purely selfish, I want to make sure my best employees don't go anywhere," Zachariah said. "All you have to do is be dedicated, loyal, and not get involve, Miss Harvelle."
"Pardon?" I asked. "My last name is Athens."
Zachariah chortles, shaking his head, as he lifted his hand, snapping his fingers. Suddenly the door slam shut, and three men in black suits came out of nowhere. One grabbed me, pinning my arms from behind. I tried fighting them off, using self-defense, but the guy held me tight.
"Skylar. Skylar. Skylar. You surprised me when I made this spell on the Winchesters." Zachariah said, then tap my forehead as all memories returned.
"What the hell," I exclaimed, confused, then looked at my attire, seeing I was wearing spandex and bicycle gear.
"Calm down, Miss Harvelle. Nothing bad is going to happen. I have a few words." Zachariah said.
I took a couple of deep breaths; his voice sounded familiar along with that dream last year. "You…you're an angel."
"Yes, they weren't kidding about your clairvoyance. Luckily your powers went to the safety on the road than here." Zachariah.
"Sam, Dean . . ." I panicked.
"They are all right, my dear," Zachariah assured. "But we need to talk."
"Why?" I demanded.
"Believe me, I had no interest in popping down here and into one of these smelly things. But after the unfortunate events, I felt it necessary to pay a visit - - get my ducks in a row. I realize you are the Winchesters' source of humanity. I thank you for that, but I've noticed how connected you are to the Winchesters. Not emotionally but physically, during their feeble hunts."
"So, it's not like I asked for it," I said. "Was this some test? Very creative."
"You should see my decoupage." The angel said. "But you were not meant to be in this test intentionally. You play the part of the messenger, following orders. The bond you have with the Winchesters is strong. Something that may be useful."
"Like hell, I'm gonna help ya," I sneered.
"My dear, you have strayed from the path of being a hunter. You have a gift, and you're wasting it away in this silly nonsense of school. Skylar, let's be real here – you're a hunter. And if the apocalypse arrives, you have to be ready."
"No," I snapped. "I am no one's pawn. I'm a girl trying to live a normal life."
"You'll do everything you're destined to do," Zachariah said, staring deep into my eyes.
"If she said she doesn't want to be involved, she doesn't get involved," Said another voice.
Zachariah's eyes widen as if seeing a ghost. There were two groans and thuds. The angels who held me let me go as we turned around to see a woman standing by the door, arm in the air. She was tall practically statuesque. She had a beautiful figure, the athletic yet sophisticated form you see in a magazine. This kind made every girl around her take a hit on her self-esteem just by being in the same room. Her hair was brown, gently waving to the middle of her back. Skin olive tone, and eyes a piercing ice blue. She wore a tunic top, skinny jeans, and boots.
"Athena, what are you doing here?" Zachariah asked venomously.
"Came to claim my special child," She murmured, voice sounding wise, lowering her hands.
"Now we can do this the easy way as intelligent deities or the hard way." When she said the hard way, a golden speared magically appeared into her hand out of thin air. "Besides, your protégé has walked into the facilities."
The angel glared at Athena but nodded. Athena smiled as she walked over to me and lace her arm around my shoulders. "A wise decision."
The next thing I knew, I was awake in my bed back in college. I debated if that was a dream until
finding a golden owl pendant on my table. Athena . . . Why am I so unique to her? I called Sam right away, and he said he and Dean experienced the same thing. I also remember me being there. I asked them if Zachariah talked about destiny and all that bullshit. Sam said he didn't, but Dean called me later saying he has. We don't know why the angels are after us. And it's bugging us to the point of insanity.
A couple of weeks later, Sam called, informing me there's a book series called "Supernatural" by Carl Edlund about them, and some of the books have my family and me in them. I debated if I should look these books up. My curiosity got the best of me as I search for these obscure books and look at their summary. So far in these summaries, I am in Everybody Loves a Clown, Bloodlust, Simon Said, No Exit, Hunted, Tall Tales, All Hell Breaks Loose, and Long-Distance Call. I mean shit, the author wrote a frontal view of me in my underwear and bra size. Oh, and there are actual fans. Some being harsh critics while others, very observant. Oh, and this gets insane. There are "Sam" girls, "Dean" girls, and a slash fan. As in Sam-slash-Dean, don't these fans know they are brothers…apparently, the fans don't care. Eew. And then I came across another pairing called... Samlar.
I clicked on Samlar to discover these people were interested in Sam and me getting together. I clicked on the link as fans debated on why Sam and I should be together. Taking examples from Tall Tales and Long-Distance Call, let alone moments from an earlier chapter. And the gestured of kissing forehead and cheek from All Hell Breaks Loose. Oh my God . . . This can't be happening. Unable to resist, I read Tall Tales. And I don't want to know to say. But I know I won't be reading certain books, for the last thing I need is to read a sex scene. After reading Tall Tales, I checked on fans' opinions leading to a writing fan fiction website. Some were okay, but then it got serious. When I read the rated-R stories, I gawk and close the website. There are perverts out there.
And then, in April, the Winchesters discovered they had a half-brother name Adam Milligan who lived in Minnesota. This was a complicated case. I mean, who wouldn't find this hard to discover a long-lost brother and the secret your father hold. It's sad when the case involved a ghoul who killed Adam and his mother, impersonating them for John's revenge. Luckily the boys took care of that . . . Though sorry about Adam.
Now I am sick as a dog. I continued to sleep the flu away. I was lost in a nightmare, unable to wake up. I was tied to some medical bed, body strap by leather bands with markings while arm spread out. Also, I was naked, the leather straps covering my privates and breasts. Panic, I tried to break free, except the restraints were too tight. Looking around, I was in some dark room with the only source of light above me. The room was cold that you could see your breath.
A man from before, Alastair, walked over to me with a knife. I screamed under the gag over my mouth, trying to break free. Alastair smiled, tracing the blade over my abdomen's delicately slicing skin. I grunted, grinding my teeth from the pain.
"Stop!" I screamed. "Please, stop!"
He stopped, smiling, as he leaned over, "So polite. Very nice. I appreciate that."
"Why? Why?" I cried.
"Because I'm not torturing you," Alastair murmured and then dug the blade deeper.
I screamed, arching my back in pain.
"Skylar, wake up!" Amber's voice called out.
I open my eyes to see Amber looking at me with concern. I looked around to find myself not in the darkroom but in my bedroom: pajamas and a laptop playing a movie. I panted, touching my stomach, feeling the pain of being sliced, except there were no blood or flesh wounds. Amber placed a hand on my forehead.
"Holy shit, you're burnin' up." Amber panicked. She grabbed a thermometer from the bathroom and handed it to me. I placed the device under my tongue and waited. Once it made a beeping noise, Amber took the medical tool and read the temperature. Her expression was in shock. "A 105, oh god." She then turned to the door. "Cheryl, call the doctor."
"Why?" Cheryl asked, coming to the door.
"Sky is 105, hurry," Amber ordered.
Everything was a blur afterward. My body hurt, and blood boiled. Cheryl and Amber tried desperately to get me to the hospital, as one boy volunteer to carry me out of the building to the car. My breathing became heavy, almost difficult to breathe, and my head hurt painfully. When we reach the hospital, nurses checked on me before taking my temperature, blood pressure, and heart rate into the Urgent Care Room. Her eyes widen as she called a doctor. After that, everything went black.
.o0o.
A hand combed through my fingers while soft voices could be heard. I tried to wake up, but my body was too weak to move. So, I laid in a comatose state listening to the conversation.
"I have never seen the flu go this far before." A male voice said. "Has she gotten her flu vaccination?"
"Yes, she has." Ellen's voice answered.
"Well, we will wait for her blood results to come in. Until we find out, I can only assume we're dealing with a virus. Has she been to any tropical location?" the male, probably a doctor, asked.
"No, but we did go to Florida during the summer, and we traveled crossed country during the winter break," Ellen answered.
"…Thank you, Mrs. Harvelle." The doctor said, and left the room.
Footsteps paced around the room. They were agitated, almost panicking, unable to stop moving. Meanwhile, Ellen, who was sitting next to me, continues to comb my hair. She sighed sadly, murmuring how I needed to wake up.
"This got to be supernatural." Jo's voice spoke. "Or her ability."
"Joanna Beth, we don't know that," Ellen said.
"Mom, she's been telling us her ability was scaring her. How she knows if we're hurting or not. I mean, last week, I got stabbed, and she felt it. Hell, maybe something is happening to the Winchesters. She tends to feel their suffering." Jo listed.
"Maybe, but right now, we need to focus on Skylar," Ellen said.
"How!" Jo asked.
"I don't know," Ellen sighed.
Jo groaned, leaving the room, leaving me in a comatose state while Ellen kept combing my hair. A moment later, she leaned forward into my ear, "You have to wake up, honey. Please, I can't lose you either. I've lost your father. I can't lose you. You deserve better. You deserve to grow up, get a degree, have a job, fall in love, get married, and have kids. I remember you telling me how you want to be married by age twenty-five, have kids before thirty. One of each. Naming the boy after your daddy." She paused. "So, you have to wake up."
Slowly I open my eyes, "Mom."
Ellen's face brightened, staring at me, "Skylar."
I lean forward to hug her, only to feel a painful stab in the chest. My body felt like it was shattering, cracking all over. Ellen's face fell into horror as she called a doctor. As the nurse came in, my body was shaking violently in a seizure. Flapping around like a fish out of water.
The medical team ran over, trying to stop the seizure. They rolled me onto my side restraining my body as the doctors yelled, saying I need 4mg of Ativan. He injected the drug into my arm. Not a moment too soon, my body calmed down from the seizure.
"Mrs. Harvelle, does your daughter have any cases of Epilepsy?" the doctor asked.
"No, she has ADHD," Ellen answered.
"Any medication?" he asked again. "Ritalin, Adderall…"
"She used to take Concerta, but after dealing with a side effect, she went to herbal remedies," Ellen answered.
The doctor asked what type of herbs, and mom listed all the herbs I used. Could it be possible my herbal remedies aren't helping me? Or . . . Did that demon Ruby do something to me? She doesn't like me, and I don't like her.
.o0o.
Sam's POV
Sam was tied up and shackled to a bed. His heart rate went out of control as the demon blood course through his system, trying to pump in his veins desperately. The withdrawal was taking its toll on him. He doesn't remember what just happened. However, a moment ago, Dean was down here calling him a freak, a monster. Saying he was the chosen one, the one God picked to save the world, not Sam. This hurt Sam, especially when Dean called him a monster. Not his brother.
Now awake, he looked around from the bed in case Bobby or Dean were in here. He wanted to be alone. Want to get out. Want to get revenge on Lilith.
"Sam," a familiar voice called his name.
Sam turned his head to see Skylar in the corner. She was dressed in a pair of jeans, a graphic shirt, and converse. She looked worse for wear, skin pale, eyes sunken, and most importantly, eyes slightly bloodshot.
"Skylar?" Sam panted. "How did you get here? No, you're a hallucination."
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. It's up to you to decide." Skylar murmured as she walked over to him, taking a seat on the corner of the bed.
"Are you here to scold me because Dean beat you to the punch?" He muttered.
"I'm not here to scold ya," she said, her country accent could be heard. "In fact…I don't know why I am here."
"What do you mean?" he asked, confused.
"Sam, I am at a hospital right now." She answered.
"What?" he gasped.
"Somehow, I am experiencing what you're going through. I feel your pain, your hallucinations, and nightmares."
"I'm sorry," Sam mumbled.
For the past two years, he found Skylar as his best friend since leaving Stanford. She is smart, caring, and unique that not many people could see. How every time he needed to get something off his chest and doesn't want to blurt it out to Dean or Ruby, Skylar was the one! She would listen and give advice—a person who he wanted out of the hunter's life. Her innocence is essential to him for some reason—the urge to keep Skylar safe no matter the cost.
"Sam, what are ya doing to yourself?" She asked, placing a hand on his leg. "Why?"
"Because I need to be strong in order to kill Lilith," Sam answered.
"There are other ways to kill the bitch other than falling desperate and drinking Ruby's blood." She said.
"No, there wasn't." he snapped.
"How do ya know?" Skylar asked, getting up and walked around the bed. "Because Ruby said so? Damn it, Sam, why do you always listen to her. She's nothing but a liar. She lies to get your attention. Ruby told you she could save Dean from being dragged to Hell. And look, Ruby told Dean the truth, which he told you."
"What are you saying?" Sam asked.
"She's a parasite," Skylar hissed. "Sam, look at what she has done to you. She made you into an addict. She gave you a mental disease. Just three weeks after Dean's death, the moment I got you back to your senses, you pushed me aside after Ruby shows up. Saying she can help you. Make you stronger by drinking her blood. Isn't that a red flag?"
Sam didn't answer, unable to look at Skylar. She had a point. Since his hallucination began, there have been two sides: that he's doing the right thing or the wrong. His mother said he was doing the right thing. Dean was saying the wrong thing. His younger self-agreeing with Dean. And now he is hallucinating Skylar talking not about the demon blood, but Ruby.
"I don't get it," Skylar said. "You have Bobby, Ellen, Jo, and I . . . And you tossed us aside. And when Dean comes back…you still follow the same path."
"Ruby says she knows how I feel," Sam countered.
"Really," Skylar exasperated. "Has Ruby told you about herself other than selling her soul to be a witch? Hell, Ruby might not be her actual name."
"Sky-" Sam started.
"No, Sam, listen. She doesn't know how you feel. She doesn't know what true loss is. Has she told you how her parents died or what their names were? What about siblings? Did a hellhound drag her to Hell, or did she die because of the plague? All you know about Ruby is that she lived during the black plague and was a witch. She is a bad cocktail of trouble, and you drank her poison." Skylar scolded. "The moment she possessed that brain-dead patient, she seduced you, used you."
"No," Sam growled.
"She's nothing but a manipulator," Skylar said, sitting back down.
"Sky…" Sam tried to reply.
"Sam," she said, leaning over curled up against his body. Like they did a few times, although Sam couldn't hold her. "I am real. I am true flesh and blood. My soul runs my body. No other entity controls it. No demon or angel controls me. I and everyone else have been there for you. Why can't you see that? Please, no matter how much this hurts . . . Come back to me. Come back clean."
Before Sam could reply, Skylar was gone.
.o0o.
Skylar's POV
I became conscious again. I open my eyes to find Ellen and Jo talked in a corner. It was difficult to hear at first, but I managed to comprehend what they were saying.
"Bobby said Sam was going through a demon withdrawal," Jo said.
"Demon withdrawal?" Ellen repeated quietly. "Like Ghost sickness?"
"Don't know, I asked him about it, but he said he doesn't know for sure," Jo answered. "It could explain why Skylar is like this. Her ability is knowing what Sam is feeling. Mom, we need to break this gift. It's been four days."
"I'll talk with Bobby." Ellen sighed.
"What are ya babbling about?" I asked, my voice hoarse.
Instantly Ellen and Jo were by my side. Never have I thought they would be here over a damn clairvoyant attack. They hugged me carefully, making sure nothing triggers another attack. I hugged them back, glad to see them again. I haven't seen them for months, since Christmas. Sure, we communicate, yet to see them in person is better.
However, our happy moment ended two days later. We were waiting to be discharged. The doctors had no clue what is wrong with my condition. They even tested for swine flu, which came out negative. All they could assume was my herbal remedy might have been tamper, or I drank something with drugs in it unknowingly. So, with a doctor's prescription of my old medication, I was allowed to leave.
As we waited, Jo turned on the TV, which was on the news. The news lady talked about current events, of an unexplained stream of light bursting to the sky outside of Baltimore, in a town called Ilchester. Leaving to an explosion of an abandoned convent that has been closed down for thirty years. People believe it was a terrorist attack. ". . . Governor O'Malley urged calm, saying it's very unlikely an abandoned Covent would be a target for terrorists, either foreign or homegrown."
Jo looked at us as we listen to this. She then changed the channel to another news report. "Hurricane Kinley, unexpectedly slamming into the Galveston area . . ."
Next channel, ". . . announced a successful test of the North Korean nuclear…"
Nearly every channel was on an emergency alert. There have been a series of storms, unexplained explosions, fires, swine flu, and so forth all over the country. All of this happening in one day? It was like somebody gave an energy drink to chaos.
Unless this was the Apocalypse?
This is more of a run-through. What did you guys think about this chapter? So, was Skylar actual there with Sam, or was he hallucinating.
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