Harvelle Supernatural

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Chapter 17: Good God, Y'All

Skylar's POV

I sat in the back seat, having a hard time comprehending what has been going on. The past several days has been hard for me after experiencing Sam's withdrawal. Ellen tried to contact Bobby about what the hell is going on. However, we lost contact. Jo and I decided to contact the Winchesters, but we are met with a voice message. Unable to understand my clairvoyant powers, Ellen took us to see one guy who could help since Pamela passed away.

So, having no say, I got dragged out of college, kicking and screaming. Sure, I finished all my exams, but my graphic art assignments weren't completed. Luckily Cheryl and Amber bought the lie, saying I had to go early in the episode. They thought leaving was the best option. Therefore, they would turn in my assignment when I email it to them. I guess I have the best friends.

Anyway, I sat in the back seat listening to my iPod. Earlier, Jo asked Ellen where we were going. Ellen said we are meeting Bobby's friend name, Rufus. A man who knows things before they even happen. Ellen believes he might be clairvoyant or claircognizance like me. So, it's a none stop journey to Canaan, Vermont.

Again, my ability took control, "Mom, phone."

Jo counted to three backwards before Ellen's phone started ringing. Ellen shook her head, answering. "Ellen Harvelle . . . Yes, I need your help with my daughter … look, wait, how do you know. Damn it, so you'll help us if we help you. . . All right, where are you?"

After a strange phone call, Ellen hanged up. "Jo, type in River Pass, Colorado."

"Is that where Rufus is at?" I asked.

"Yes, and he got a case for us," Ellen answered.

"About what?" Jo asked.

"Demons running a town and omens. They are gonna need all the manpower they're gonna get." Ellen explained.

"What type of omens?" I asked.

"The river suddenly got polluted, and something falling out of the sky," Ellen answered.

"So we're gonna fight ET?" Jo joked.

"That would be something." Ellen chuckled. "How are ya doing, honey?"

I was lying in the back seat, now feeling my stomach queasy all of a sudden. My Spidey-senses were tingling to a point I felt back seat car sickness.

"Skylar, you okay?" Ellen repeated.

"I got a bad feeling," I muttered.

Jo saw the motion sickness and lowered the back windows before handing me a water bottle and some aspirin. I thanked her before closing my eyes, going to sleep, seeing if this would help. Although I feel like this wasn't a demon case, but something more.

.o0o.

The next day we reached outside of River Pass. I was sitting in the passenger seat, going through my laptop, researching the town while Ellen drove towards it. Meanwhile, Jo sat in the back, going over her Latin.

What I found about the case, the town's water pollution started recently on Wednesday. No source could be detected in what caused the pollution. No illegal dump of toxic waste, no mineral found to cause poisoning, no red algae, practically the river created its poison. From what Colorado States Health Department, symptoms lead to nausea, stomach pain, migraines, and all the symptoms. But here's what caught me off guard. The symptoms last forty-eight hours…two days.

Then I started to wonder why demons would be polluting the river. It's something they wouldn't consider. When tormenting a human soul is most demon behavior is either a) have the person kill a loved one, b) get them involved in a massacre or c) cause trouble. Otherwise, they are using the vessel and minor abilities to make life miserable. Why pollute the river?

When we were nearing the town, I got a bad feeling again. "Mom."

"Yeah, Skylar?" She replied.

"Don't take the main entrance," I murmured.

Ellen paused, looking at me, "You feel it, don't you."?

"Yeah, we shouldn't take the main route," I said.

I pulled a map out of the glove box. I looked for any possible entries to Rivers Pass. Unfortunately, there was only one route, which was a bridge. Then I came across a camping site two miles outside of River Pass. I suggest we go there to be sure.

.o0o.

It was a two-mile hike when we reached Rivers Pass. The town was in chaos, or at least the aftermath of the chaos. Cars were abandoned, some on while others flipped over. Doors of houses on Main Street bashed over and windows shattered. Jo, Ellen, and I had our guns in hand, feeling like a riot would be around the corner.

As we passed one car, I stop to stare at the blood smeared on the concrete. Going around, I gasp in horror to find a baby stroller under a tire wheel. A surge of emotion filled me with sadness. There was so much blood—too much of an innocent child. There was nobody, so hopefully, they took the dead baby and buried somewhere comforting.

"Skylar, we got to keep moving," Jo murmured, taking my arm and lead me out.

I nodded, following her lead. In the end, the image will haunt me for eternity. The death of an adult is one thing. But the death of a child…it is too much. We continue to explore the town, searching for Rufus. Where is everyone? It's like a ghost town. Ellen got nervous and pulled out her cell phone in an attempt to contact Rufus. Sadly, the signal was low.

"What the hell is going on here?" Ellen thought aloud.

Out of nowhere, bullets started flying. Panicked Jo, Ellen, and I took cover to the closes source of shelter. We hid behind a car watching Dark skin man running down the street with a teenager. They were firing bullets at four men marching after them. I took a closer look, feeling the anxiety rise and adrenaline pumping through my veins.

"Rufus!" Ellen gasped.

She tried to lead us where Rufus was working since the teenager appeared to be wounded. We went through the alleyway to see if there was a shortcut. Regrettably, we were ambushed by three men. They had us in a tight hold. I look at the two, holding my family, and saw their eyes were black. Demons.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus-" I growled out, trying to fight the demons off.

The demon who had Jo looked into her eyes and nodded to his friend taking her away. I cried out for Jo as Ellen and I try to fight off our opponents. The demon who held me wrapped his arms around my neck, crushing my windpipes. I gaged, scratching my nails into his arms. The demon growled, tightening his hold.

Then suddenly, a guy ran into the fight punching the demons in the face. A man in his late twenties, short dark blond hair, and a slight beard. He came out of nowhere helping me by tackling the demon off me and started punching the demon. Afterward, he wrapped his hands around the demon's face and neck and snapped the vessel neck in half. The demon lets go of Ellen, charging at the man, only failed to have the same fate.

Ellen and I were on the ground, panting, staring at the man. He got up, turning around to face us. He wore a chain necklace around his neck. Getting a better look, I realize it was a dog tag. Military. How lucky we are saved by a soldier. The man walked over, handing me his hand. Being grateful, I accepted the gesture getting up.

"You ladies, are lucky. If the Pastor hadn't spotted you, you might have been dead," he said.

"Pastor," Ellen said. "There are others?"

"Yeah, twenty of us." The man replied.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Austin," he answered. "Yours?"

"Skylar, and this is my mom Ellen," I said.

"So how did ya guys get here?" Austin asked.

"We got a call from a friend of ours seeking help. Saying demons were taking over the town." Ellen answered.

"Demons?" Austin said, confused.

And here we go again.

Welcome to Demonology 101!

.o0o.

The rest of the day was complicated. Austin helped us search for Jo as we try to explain to him what we are dealing with. He explained that last week Friday, the people started fighting against each other. It started out with minor things, like domestic violence, a bar brawl, and assaults. Then the next week came, and riots started breaking out, and finally, the bridge collapsed, and many trees blocked the roads. Impossible for cars to evacuate. And after that…people started killing each other. Ellen asked what happened to the bodies. Austin took a deep breath saying those who didn't have black eyes carried the dead to the town hall. Sometimes the enemy is bringing the dead with them.

Demons taking the fallen with them? I thought. That's odd. Demons would leave the dead and save their sorry asses than risk their lives.

Unable to find Jo, Austin leads us back to the location where the twenty remaining refugees were. He showed us to the church where the Pastor was saying a prayer of strength to his neighbors. Once we enter the room, all eyes were on us. They were shocked to find Austin with two strangers who aren't from this town. It took a lot of convincing of the situation as Ellen and I explained that Rivers Pass is infested with demons.

Ellen had to show off the symbols while exposing my tattoo on my hip, explaining this sigil prevent demons from possessing me. Ellen was surprised to see the tattoo before giving a stern look. I merely shrug till seeing a pregnant woman. Fearing what the demon would do to her unborn child if possessed, I gave her my anti-possession charm to protect her and the baby. Although just to be safe, Ellen told everyone to drink holy water to confirm no demons in the group. Luckily there wasn't.

Knowing it was our hunter's duty to get these people out of here. Ellen came up with a plan to evacuate the town by going to the woods towards the campsite. Many people were hesitant, except the longer we stay here, the chances of being killed or possess are greater. Austin and the Pastor convinced people we should start moving. So, packing provision and whatever weapons we could find we left during the night. Regrettably once we reached the river outside the town, we were ambushed.

A man in a business suit tripped on the rocks. Demons with guns aimed at Roger, but I got in front, shooting at the entity, getting him on the shoulder. The demon cried, running away. Quickly I turned to Roger, offering him a hand. The moment he took my hand, I felt a jolt of adrenaline and anxiety surged through my system. I stumbled back, falling into the river in shock. My hands started shaking, my ears boiling, and my heart accelerated to beyond necessity.

I climbed out of the river panting, feeling so much rush it was like a high. Getting out, I saw five people dead on the ground. Austin was kneeling over a woman; Maryanne sprained her ankle. A demon came up, aiming a gun at them. I jumped in, shooting at the demon of an older man killing him in the chest. The demon recoiled, firing his rifle. A burning sensation grazed my shoulder, sending a burn of pain in my left arm. I hissed, biting my tongue to prevent a scream with nowhere to escape; Ellen called for a retreat.

Back at the church, Ellen and I work nonstop on painting devil's traps on doors and floors. Next was salting windows and doors and finally have the Pastor bring out the entire rosaries and put them in water jugs blessing the water. Afterward, I sat down, feeling my arm in pain. I took off my jacket, examining what was supposed to be a minor graze turned out to be a nasty gash. Ellen gasped, surprised that I was injured and didn't tell anyone. The adrenaline must have blocked the pain until now.

The Pastor came over with a first aid kit while Ellen tried to clean the wound. There was going to be stitches, but we had no sterilized utensils. That is until Austin got in asking the Pastor for the vanilla extract from the kitchen and asked old Rick for the whiskey from his flask. vanilla extract and whiskey? Austin told me to drink the whiskey, which I did before he grabbed the vanilla extract bottle and poured it on my wound. I hissed at the major sting of the injury while using the rest of the whiskey to sterile the needle and string before Austin starting stitching up my arm.

"Afghanistan or Iraq?" I asked him as he stitches up my left bicep.

"Fallujah," Austin answered.

"Iraq," I confirmed. "So, you were a medic?"

"No, just a soldier," Austin said.

I nodded, letting him continue his first aid training on my arm. Once he wrapped the gauze around my arm, saying to go easy. Ellen then ordered me to get some sleep. Although it would be hard when seven people are dead, and Jo is out there.

.o0o.

I sat in the church's bell tower with a gun at hand. I kept a guard out, searching for any demons coming near. Funny that the church was supposed to represent holy ground. No evil should step foot on the sacred ground. Well, that is one legend proven wrong, and a lot of people hoped for it.

Suddenly two guys walked down the street, surprised at the condition of chaos. I pulled out a pair of binoculars to get a better look to see who these strangers are. Ever since demons took over the town, it was impossible to figure out who is a demon and who is human. Let alone, the last words Rufus said before being separated was that he called in for backup. So, looking into the binoculars, I saw two familiar faces.

"Well, I'll be damn," I whispered. "Those bastards are back."

Quietly, I walk down the steps to the church basement where fifteen of the remaining survivors are. I walked over to Ellen, who was checking on the pregnant woman, Susan. Any day she could deliver. So, it's essential to get her and the baby out. The last thing we need is the baby's blood consumed by demons.

"Mom," I whispered. "Can we talk?"

Ellen nodded as she led the way to one of the corners. "What is it?"

"The Winchesters are here," I whispered.

The relief covered her face, "Stay at the door. I'll get them."

I nodded as we told the refugees to stay here and do not tamper with the salt lines. We headed up to the main entrance as Ellen headed out to get the boys with holy water while I stayed here keeping watch, gun at the ready. Five minutes later, there was a knock on the door three times. This confirmed this was Mom, as I open the door letting Ellen, Sam, and Dean. Once the door was closed, Ellen looked at the Winchesters with a straight, before hugging Dean.

"Real glad to see you boys." She said with a shaky voice. When she pulled back, she smacked him in the face. "The can of whup-ass I ought to open on you."

"Ow!" Dean protested, rubbing his cheek.

"You can't pick up a phone? What are you - - allergic to giving me peace of mind? I got to find out that you're alive from Skylar?!" Ellen scolded,

"Sorry, Ellen." Dean apologized.

"Yeah, you better be," Ellen said. "You better put me on speed dial, kid."

"Yes, ma'am," Dean replied.

They stared at each other for a moment before Ellen led the way down. Sam stared at me; his expression seemed different. It wasn't apologetic or worries, but guilt. I never see him give me that expression before. Usually, it's the basic emotions, except this feels different. We haven't made contact in a while, not even during or after the demon withdrawal. But something tells me he knows about it and feels guilty.

We walked down the steps leading to the basement of the church. As Ellen took the lead, Dean spoke, "What's going on, Ellen?"

"More than we candle handle alone," Ellen answered.

"How many demons are there?" Sam asked.

"Most of the whole town, minus the dead the refugees," I answered.

"So . . . this is it, right?" Ellen asked at the bottom of the steps looking at the Winchesters. "End times?"

None of the boys answered.

"I'll take that as a yes," I said.

"Seems like it," Sam confirmed.

Ellen nodded and then walked over to the sealed door giving a knock and saying it's us. The door opens by Austin letting us in. The people stared at us, cautious when seeing Sam and Dean. Who wouldn't when two new faces come into town? Not knowing if they are demons or not.

"This is Sam and Dean." Ellen introduced. "They're hunters - - here to help."

"You guys hip to this whole demon thing?" Austin asked, holding his gun.

"Yeah. Are you?" Dean replied.

"My wife's eyes turned black. She came to me with a brick. Kind of makes you embrace the paranormal." Roger said.

Again, my senses were having a hard time believing him. He acted distant, a bit harsh, yet he is not a demon since he walked past the salt and devil's trap. But I still can't trust him for some reason. I don't know what it is, but the atmosphere around him makes me agitated.

"All right, catch us up," Dean said.

"I doubt I know much more than you," Ellen said. "Rufus called - - said he was in town investigating omens. All of a sudden, the whole town was possessed. Me, Jo, and Skylar were nearby - -"

"You're hunting with Jo?" Dean asked, surprised.

"Yeah, for a while now," Ellen answered.

Dean looked at me. Oops, must not have told him of that slight detail. Well, if they asked me how my family was doing, then I would have been clear. Then again, I'm a busy college student trying to get a passing grade.

"Well, the place was like you see it." Ellen continued. "Couldn't find Rufus. Then we got separated. I was about to go out looking for her when Skylar spotted you."

"We didn't see Sky?" Sam noted.

"I was up at the bell tower keeping watch," I replied.

"Don't worry. We'll find her." Dean promised.

"Either way, these people cannot just sit here. We got to get them out now. "Sam said.

"No, it's not that easy. We've been trying." Ellen said. "We already made a run for it once."

"What happened?" Sam asked.

"There used to be twenty of us," I said.

Sam's eyes widen when hearing this. He looked up at the ten remaining survivors in the room. Dean saw this taking a deep breath.

"Well, there's four of us now," Dean said.

"You don't know what it's like out there. Demons are everywhere. We won't be able to cover everybody. " Ellen warned.

"What if we get everyone guns?" Sam suggested.

"What – are you gonna arm up a baby bump over here?" Dean asked, referring to the pregnant woman who was rubbing her swollen belly.

"More salt we can fire at once, more demons we can keep away," Sam answered.

Dean looked at the people in the room, then back to the conversation. "There's a sporting-goods store we passed on Main on the way in. I bet they got guns."

"All right," Sam said, clearing his throat. "You stay. We'll go."

"What about - - " Ellen started.

"If Jo and Rufus are out there, we'll bring them back." Sam interrupted.

"Oh, and Sam," I started.

"Yeah?" He replied.

"Can you bring some previsions and aspirin?" I asked.

Sam looked at me, giving me those sad eyes, "Yeah."

With nothing else to say, the boys grab two sets of guns before leaving the room. I walked over to a chair, taking a seat. My body still felt sore after a week from the hospital. Let alone the wound on my left bicep from the bullet. Ellen walked over until the Pastor came over, asking her questions. I took off my jacket and checked on the wound. The inflammation settled down, though bandages needed to be changed.

Austin came overtaking a peek at the wound. How lucky we are that this soldier received first aid training while in Fallujah. He pulled out the first aid kit, wrapping bandages it around my arm.

"Thanks," I said.

"After taking the bullet, it's the least I could do," Austin said.

I nodded and then put my jacket back on. Taking a deep breath, I got up to the bookshelf in the room, seeing if there were any books I could do for research. My instants slide along the books till stopping at one and grabbing it. When pulling it out, I looked at the cover and paused, the Holy Bible? Shaking my head, I put the Bible back and see what else the Pastor collected.

Thirty minutes later, the Winchesters were back with provisions and weapons. We split into four groups, as Sam, Dean, and Ellen taught people how to use a gun. I went over how to create rock salt bullets. The next hour has been all bout preparations for the upcoming escape. Roger, who was standing next to me learning how to use a shotgun, fumbled a few times.

Again, the atmosphere around him bothered me. I felt the adrenaline rushing through my veins. My hands were shaking, and sweat was covering my skin. Unable to take more of it, I got up and went over to Sam. He sat on the stage, looked deep in thought. I sat down next to him, drinking from a water bottle and swallow some ibuprofen.

"Why the long face?" I asked.

"At the store, those demons were possessing teenagers. I mean, I had to slit some kid's throat." Sam answered.

"Oh," I mumbled.

The hard part about demons is when they possess a human. There used to be two ways to kill a demon. An exorcism or kill the vessel. Sometimes an exorcism doesn't work that it would kill the person. Either way, the majority of possessed people end up dead. So, when that vessel is a teenager or child…it becomes complicated.

"How are you?" Sam asked.

"I'm doing fine," I answered.

Sam hesitated before asking, "Were you in a hospital?"

I looked at him, surprised. "How did you know that?"

"Uh . . . Bobby told me." He answered.

"Yes, I was at the hospital about a week ago," I said.

"Was it because of your ability?" Sam asked quietly.

I nodded, "Apparently I connect to people. . .I heard you went through a painful withdrawal."

"You can say something like that," Sam said quietly. "Though I think you meant felt."

I sighed, taking another sip of water. "You got me. I felt most of it. The worse stomach flu in history."

"Sorry," Sam apologized.

"Hey," I said quietly, taking his hand. "I don't blame you. But I need to know . . . what caused it?"

"I fucked up big time." He whispered.

"Why?" I asked.

"I drank demon blood," He said quietly. "I thought I had control over it, but I was wrong. You were right about Ruby. She was using me."

I nodded, not wanting to shove it in his face.

"What happened to Ruby?" I asked.

"Dean killed her with the knife," Sam answered.

Ouch, I thought—way to use one's weapon against them.

Nothing was said after that. Sam didn't feel like talking after he somehow discovered I was in the hospital because of the clairvoyant ability to connect to his demon detox. Although, I had this strange gut feeling that Bobby didn't tell him about my experience. When Jo contacted Bobby about what is going on, also any ideas, she just got one-sided answers. Jo never puts specifics on what was happening to me to Bobby. Only spoke of my condition, not my location.

Sighing, I felt another headache rolling—a damn migraine. Ever since entering this town, I have headaches and migraines nonstop. Taking a deep breath, I got up to get another aspirin. After swallowing the pill, Ellen came over to me.

"Skylar, I'm gonna go find your sister." She said quietly.

"But mom," I started.

"No buts," she whispered. "If I don't come back, make sure you get everyone out of here and call for backup. Contact our friends."

"Mom-"

"Skylar Jane, please do as I say." She interrupted, giving the final say.

Ellen grabbed a bottle of holy water and a rifle before heading off to the Winchesters. They were having a deep conversation till Ellen interrupted. They looked at her, confused.

"I'll be back," Ellen announced.

"Where are you going?" Dean asked walking over.

"I can't sit here on my ass. My daughter's out there somehow." Ellen answered. "I'm not back in half an hour, go. Get these people out of here. "

As she made a turn, the boys got up. Sam spoke first, "No, wait. I'll go with you."

"Whoa. Hold on." Dean said, looking at Sam. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

Sam sighed as the guys left the room to the other side of the door, having a serious conversation. I was about to eavesdrop when Susan panted in pain, rubbing her stomach. Panicked, her husband grabbed her hand, begging if this was a contraction. Luckily, she shook her head, saying false alarm, just minor Braxton Hicks. Everyone sighed in relief. The last thing we need is her going into labor. Hell, we need to get her to the hospital in case all this stress is hurting the baby.

Suddenly there was a sound of a slam. All eyes went to the door to see Sam pushed Dean to the wall. Whoa, what's biting them? Ever since they came to help, things have been tensed than ever before. Sam said something to Dean but stopped too angry to finish before returning to retrieve a gun when he and Ellen left to find Jo and Rufus.

Sighing, I got up, making sure all the guns were accounted for and how many people we have. Pastor, Susan, Eric, Austin, Maryanne, Tempest, Caleb, Old man Rick, and Dominic. Wait, there is one missing. Where's Roger?

I went to the kitchen, finding it empty. Then I went to the backroom, finding it empty as well. The last place to check was the hall leading to the restroom. There was only one bathroom in the basement. So hopefully, he's using the head; otherwise, I would have suspicions. I knocked on the door, going on the pretext that I needed to use the bathroom.

"Somebody is in here," Roger replied.

"Oh, sorry," I called back.

I stood next to the door, waiting for my turn. A minute later, Roger came out adjusting his glasses. Again, I shuddered, feeling the surge of adrenaline down my spine. My heart racing as anxiety pumped into my system.

"You alright?" Roger asked.

"Yeah, just hell freezing over," I answered.

"More like a battleground." He said.

"Why do ya say that?" I asked.

Roger shrugged, "Just feels like it."

"Have you've been to war?" I asked out of curiosity.

Roger had this strange expression written on his face. The lower half from the nose down showed he has, experience the trauma of death. As his lips harden to a thin line, like biting his tongue from a bloody memory. However, his eyes wrinkled up with glee—a sparkle of enjoyment.

"Yes," He forced out.

"Mind if I ask which one?" I asked again.

"Gulf War," he answered. "Civilian services."

I nodded, "Thank you for your service."

Roger nodded, heading back to the room. Once he was gone, I took a deep breath feeling the adrenaline pass. Something about him was strange. I know it. But I don't understand why. He passed the demon test. My gut is telling me he is not human. He touched silver, iron, nearly any hunting material ever used, and no reaction.

Shaking my head, I went to the bathroom washing my face then came out, walking over to

Dean. He seemed a bit tense since Sam and Ellen left ten minutes ago.

"You need to loosen the leash," I murmured.

Dean sighed, "After everything…I'm just afraid to lose him."

"Still, the more you smother him, the chances grow higher," I said.

"You don't know what is going on." Dean countered.

"Other than you boys bringing up Armageddon. I think I would know." I said.

Dean sighed, rubbing his neck. We have twenty minutes to go until we leave. I walk over to the bookshelf picking up the Bible, going to revelations. Since the Apocalypse is upon us, we better know what we are dealing with. Letting my clairvoyant powers take control till stopping at Revelation 6:3-4:

When He broke the second seal, I heard the second living creature saying, "Come." And another, a red horse, went out; and to him who sat on it, it was granted to take peace from the earth, and that men would slay one another; and a great sword was given to him.

War? I thought. Why would my ability lead me here?

Confuse, I look up to find Dean pacing by the door while the Pastor was doing a prayer. Checking my phone on time, it was close to evacuating. Ellen, Sam, Jo, or Rufus hasn't come back yet. If they don't show up in three minutes, then Dean and I got to get these people to safety. Head to the campsite and drive to the nearest town.

Suddenly somebody banged on the door. The atmosphere became intense as Dean grabbed his gun, sliding the peephole open to see who it was. He opened the door, letting Ellen in.

"Where's Sam?" Dean asked.

Ellen placed her rifle on the table and shook her head. She took a seat, panting.

"They took him?" I asked. "Demons took him."

"Oh my god, what if they are in here?" A woman asked.

"Could they get in?" The Pastor asked.

"No, everybody sits tight. I got to . . ." Dean answered. He held a serious look, grabbing the gun, and marched out the door. Before he even opened it, he stopped. A second later, he turned around, walking back to the table. "Okay, we need to get a plan together. Tell me everything."

"Dean, one of them is in Jo. We got to get it out without hurting her." Ellen started and then scoffed. "It called me a bitch."

"Bruise a little easy, don't you think?" Dean replied.

"No, that's not what I meant," Ellen said.

"What do ya mean?" I asked.

"It called me a black-eye bitch," Ellen answered. "What kind of demons are these? Holy water and salt roll right off. My daughter may be an idiot, but she's not stupid."

"Also, she wears an anti-possession charm," I added. "She can't be possessed."

"It's all kinda weird, right?" Ellen said.

"The whole thing's off." Dean agreed.

"What's your instinct?" Ellen asked.

Dean gawked, "My instinct? My instinct is to call Bobby and ask for help. Or Sam."

"Well, tough. All you got's us, and all we got's you. So let's figure it out." Ellen said.

"Alright," Dean said. "Do you know why Rufus came to town? Was there a specific omen?"

"He said something about water," Ellen said.

"Yeah, the town's river got polluted by an unknown substance," I added.

Dean nodded, then looked at the Pastor. "Padre, you know about what they're talking about – the water?"

The Pastor came over. "Uh, the . . . the river - - ran polluted all of a sudden."

"When?" Dean asked.

"Last Wednesday," Austin answered. "And the demon thing started up the next day."

"Anything else?" I asked.

"Maybe. But it's pretty random." Austin answered.

"Good. Random's good." Dean assured.

"Shooting star – does that count?" Austin said. "Real big. Same night - - Wednesday."

"That definitely counts," Dean said. He reached forward, grabbing the Bible from me. When Dean saw the page I was on, he gave a questionable look. The Bible was on revelations. I tip my head to the Bible, which he skimmed through the pages till seeking the verse.

"So, uh, you think that all this comes from outer space?" Austin asked.

"This isn't 'X Files,' pal," Dean muttered. He then found what he was looking for, reading it aloud. "And there fell a great star from Heaven, burning like a torch. And it fell upon a river, and the name of the star was Wormwood, and many men died."

"Revelation 8:10." Pastor noted. "Are you saying that this is about the . . . Apocalypse?"

"You could say," Dean answered. "And these specific omens - - they're a prelude to what?"

"The four horsemen." The Pastor confirmed.

"Conquest, War, Famine, and Death." I listed.

"And which one rides the red horse?" Dean asked.

"War." The Pastor answered.

"…a red horse went out; and to him who sat on it, it was granted to take peace from the earth, and that men would slay one another; and a great sword was given to him." I quoted.

"Revelation 6:3." The Pastor quoted.

"That cherry mustang parked on Main?" Dean suggested.

"You can't think that a car –" the Pastor started.

"It's the way I'd roll." Dean interrupted.

"And the word mustang means feral horse," I added.

Those who were in the conversation paused to realize we were not dealing with demons. We were dealing with a horseman. War. So all those people we killed…they weren't possessed. They were fully human.

"I mean, think about it." Dean continued, standing up. "It all makes sense. If War is a dude and he's here, maybe he's messing with our head."

"Turning us on each other," Ellen said.

"You said Jo called you a black-eye bitch," Dean said which Ellen nodded. "They think we're demons. We think they're demons. What if there are no demons at all, and we're all just killing each other?"

"Wait - - just back up." The Pastor said. "It's the Apocalypse?"

"Sorry, Padre," Dean muttered.

"Fuck," I muttered. I looked up, checking everyone was in the room, till noticing one person was missing yet again. "Where's Roger?"

"Must have gone to use the bathroom." Pastor guessed. "And please no foul language in the house of the lord."

"Sorry." I apologized.

Austin and the clergyman had a hard time comprehending this. If you ask me who is in charge of this small group, you're looking at them. The soldier and the clergyman. Ironic having one being a warrior while the other is a peacekeeper. They walk around asking us hunters questions about the situation.

"So, now you're saying that there are no demons and that War is a guy," Austin stated.

"You believed crazy before," Dean said.

Suddenly there was pounding on the door. "Open up! Let me in! It's Roger."

Austin checked the door then let Roger in. He stumbled worse for wear with blood dripping from his forehead. Again, I felt that adrenaline rush and anxiety the moment he stepped in panting. "I saw them - - the demons. They know we're trying to leave. They said they're gonna pick us off one by one."

"Wait, wait, wait. What?" Dean asked, confused.

"I thought you said there were no demons," Austin said.

"There's not." Dean snapped.

"Where did you go?" I asked Roger.

"I thought someone should go out and see what's going on!" Roger yelled.

"Where did you see the demons, and what did they say exactly?" Dean asked.

"We just sit here, we're gonna be dead." Austin reminded.

"No, we're not!" Dean said.

"They're gonna kill us - - unless we kill them first," Roger said.

"Okay, hold on. Hold on." Dean said, trying to get everything under control.

"No, man, we got people to protect." Austin disagreed. "Alright, the able-bodied go, hunt some demons."

"Guys, wait, let settle this. If there are demons, hunting them immediately is not the answer." I said.

"And this is not a demon thing." Dean reminded.

Already the men and volunteer women started loading up weapons. I looked at Roger, wondering if he was going to participate in this witch hunt. However, he just smirks, lifting his left hand and turns a golden ring. His wicked smile turned into false horror as he stumbled back.

"Look at their eyes!" Roger said, pointing his finger at us. "They're demons!"

Everybody in the room stared at us in horror. They gasped, forcing the younger woman in the back while the men started unlocking the guns. The Pastor cocked the gun aiming at us. Shit. Dean yelled at Ellen and me to dash before bullets began firing. A gunshot fires, but we made it out, running as far away from the church as possible. We hid in a motel lobby, panting.

"Anybody wanna bet that was War?" I panted.

"I second that," Ellen agreed.

"Third." Dean agreed as well.

"What now?" I asked.

"We go to where Rufus and Jo are and see if we can snap them out of this…hallucination," Dean said.

"Only they got the guns, and we got…" Ellen started. "What three guns, five magazines, and a demon knife."

"Guess we gotta use our intuition," I suggested.

"With you honey, you gotta be wide open again," Ellen advised.

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked.

"It's complicated," Ellen said. "We'll talk later."

Right, Dean doesn't know I'm clairvoyant. So, catching out bearing, we left the motel to the house where the other supposed demons were hiding. Ellen led; I was in the middle while Dean got out backs. We snuck into the side of the garden, keeping the lookout for any guards. Finding none on the property, we walked silently to the house's patio. Dean was about to turn the nob when my Spidey-senses tingled.

"Don't; it's trapped," I whispered.

Thinking about it as we walked to the window. He got a better view of what appears to be a pipe bomb. Thinking, he took a look at a gnome on the patio. Guess Travelocity is gonna have a big bang. Standing back, Dean grabbed the gnome and threw it through the window, shattering it, which trigger the pipe bombs' detonation. Through the cloud of smoke, Ellen and I snuck in quickly then hide.

We watched Jo and Rufus regain themselves, grabbing their rifles and walked towards the broken windows. Rufus headed in first, inspecting the damage, for there were no casualties. Although, when he got too close to the window, Dean lunged forward and grabbed him out.

"Rufus!" Jo yelled.

Mom and I grabbed Jo, causing a three-way wrestling match. I wrapped my arms around Jo, putting her in a headlock while Ellen dealt with the gun. Jo fought hard, but with a head-butt, Ellen managed to pin Jo and me to the wall. I winced at the impact, feeling blood oozing out of my wound. But I ignored it, focusing on holding Jo.

"No, you listen up, Joanna Beth Harvelle," Ellen said. "We are not demons. Not when we have our anti-possession charms and tattoo."

"Then how, bitch?" Jo spat.

"Jo, listen. The omens, it is War. He's turning everyone against themselves. You're under his spell. You need to focus and remember that no holy water and salt isn't working." I listed.

Jo paused, taking our words in. A minute she calmed down, looking at Ellen in shock for almost killing us. Ellen and I sighed in relief, glad to have our family back together. We pulled apart, catching our breaths. The door opens unannounced, that Ellen aimed the gun at the intruder.

Luckily it was Dean and Rufus. Otherwise, they might have lost their head.

"We all on the same page?" Ellen asked.

"Good." Dean breathed. "Hi, Jo."

"Hey," Jo replied.

"Okay . . . we got to find War before everybody in this town kills each other." Dean started only to get interrupted by gunfire.

We duck just in time as a picture shattered on the wall.

"Damn it. Where's Sam?" Dean asked.

"Upstairs," Rufus answered.

Ellen handed Jo the gun as she and Rufus secured the door. Ellen went to the back while I went to the side area if anybody sneaks through the other window. My gun ready as I hid behind a couch, watching the large windows. Gunfire echoes everywhere while bullets fly.

"People cease fire!" Rufus voiced boomed out. "Stop shooting. Stop!"

As I waited, I saw Austin run past by the window. Shit. Getting up, I ran outside to the back door where Ellen was. When I got out, I saw Austin pinning Ellen to the ground with a knife aimed at her throat. I ran out, grabbing my gun, and pointed it at his head. Just looking at him for a second, I thought his eyes were black. This was only War's hallucination.

"Stand down, soldier," I ordered. "And drop the knife."

Austin pulled back, turning his head to me with hate. A moment later, his hatred vanished as he looked at me in shock. The adrenaline, anxiety, and all the internal emotion vanished from everyone. As if the weight is lifted off our soldiers.

"Father!" Tempest cried.

Ellen ran over to the girl and Pastor, checking his wounds and making sure he'll survive this battle. Although, even if War influences were gone, I continued to aim the gun at Austin just to be sure. Never underestimate a marine. Austin kneeled on the ground, arms in the air staring at me.

"I'm sorry," Austin apologized.

The Winchesters came over, confirming that War was gone showing off the ring. Confirming this, I lower my gun and put my gun in the holster. "Next time help comes, listen to the professionals, Jarhead."

Austin nodded as he got up and went to see if he could help with the damage. The next hour the remaining population of Rivers Pass left the town to the next one over. The cover-up is a domestic terrorist group wanting to set an example. Austin being a marine, will confirm these allegations. At the same time, those who didn't go to the camp sight riding out of town, especially Susan and Eric, for Susan's water broke.

Ellen, Jo, and I walked over to the Winchesters, saying goodbye. As much as we would like to stay and chat, which Jo would like, the tension between the brothers was noticeable. So, saying bye, we went over to Rufus. He leans against his truck, massaging his wrist.

"Rufus, mind if we talk?" Ellen asked.

Rufus nodded, "Jo informed me of your situation. I had a feeling the moment you guys called."

"Think you could help?" Jo asked.

Rufus stared at me, practically analyzing me till giving the nod. "Walk with me, Skylar."

I nodded as we left my family behind and walked over to a landscape pad that tourists use for sightseeing. Nothing was said for a moment.

"My mom said you have ways of knowing things." I started. "By any chance, you're claircognizance?'

"Kid, I know my way around things that even I don't understand," Rufus explained. "But I know you experience the pain of those who had died or suffer greater pain."

"Yes," I confirmed.

"Clairvoyant goes in many directions, yet it has a serious side effect." He added. "And what I see, it gonna be a pain in the ass for you."

"Then what should I do?" I asked.

"Limit the connection." He answered.

"What?" I asked, confuse.

"The more you bond with people, the most likely you'll feel their pain." He explained. "Clairvoyant in the sensory department is nothing to its definition. And being a know-it will make you the best hunter and the worse human."

"I don't wanna be a hunter," I told him. "I just wanna live a normal life."

Rufus then held a serious face, "I know a lot of things about a lot of people. I know ain't no peashooter gonna help you. Even if you manage to scrape things off, there's gonna be something else down the road. Folks like us . . . There ain't no happy ending. We all got it coming."

"So, you're saying I'm in this life either way," I muttered.

"I'm what you've got to look forward to in this life. And you will, just more open." He said.

"Hunter, researcher, or pedestrian, your life is in this shit."

I stood there looking at him, comprehending what he just said. From what he is saying, my life will always be tied to the supernatural. No matter how much I try to avoid it. Also, that to escape the knowledge of death and pain, I must remove the bond. That is impossible to limit a relationship between friends and family. I mean, you can't cut the cord from family. I would die than isolate myself from Ellen and Jo. But the others…the Winchesters, Bobby, maybe

Rufus…could I limit that association? Pamela, I met once, but we kept our communication as she led me through the psychic life. When she died, I felt that stab. Then there was Dean, who was dragged to hell last year, and I felt his pain by being mauled by hellhounds. And then there is Sam; he experienced a demonic withdrawal. I'm so connected to people either as an acquaintance, friend, or family member…I just know it.

Claircognizance initially is the acquired psychic knowledge primarily by essential knowledge. It is the ability to know something without a physical explanation of why you know it. But what has been going on lately, I don't know if I'm just claircognizance. Doesn't matter. Having the ability to have consequences intentional or not.

"Whose death have you felt?" I asked Rufus.

"My daughter," Was his answer. "So, take my advice and don't get cozy with a hunter. Because there is no doubt, you'll feel everything until the end."

This supposed gift became a curse.


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