Harvelle Supernatural
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Chapter 23: The Devil You Know
Skylar's POV
I was reading the instructions on how to dye one's hair. This was my third round of dying my hair blond. I dyed it before in Australia. As my hair was a dirty blonde. But now, with Lucifer knowing my whereabouts and future cases, it's better to change my appearance for the time being. Always wanted to try blonde, so let's see how it looks. So, doing as instructed, I spent all day from bleaching, baking, scrubbing, rinsing, toning, rinsing, applying the dyes, scrubbing, and rinsing. And holy shit it took forever and itches A continuous pattern until blow-drying my hair.
Once it was dry, my hair turned out a butterscotch blonde.
I sighed, "At least it's temporary."
So, cleaning up and changing into some clothes before going downstairs. In the main room, Bobby was by his desk doing more research on Pestilence. About a week after the God Convention, Pestilence have been hitting four towns spreading the Swine flu virus. The Winchesters left three days ago for California to see the first location where the epidemic started. Of course, leaving me here with Bobby.
When the boys and I got back and a whole lot of explaining to do with Bobby…I've been walking on eggshells. Bobby was displeased that I have been lying to him these past few months. Even when it was because of Jesse, Bobby brought up the Ellen card.
"I promised your mom that I'll keep you safe. I can't do that if you holding secrets from me." Bobby scolded.
Now it's making up and trying to ask for forgiveness through a man's stomach. Got to say, making the boys real food gets them every time. It was around lunch hour, so I was cooking up some chicken-and-vegetable stir-fry with a pinch of ginger. A few cooking classes I took during the summer with the girls. As I was cooking when I heard Bobby rolled himself in.
"Please tell me that is temporary?" Bobby asked.
I subconsciously touched my hair, "It is."
"Why did ya do that?" he asked.
"Just in case this war gets out of hand, and we end up shooting in public," I answered. "Don't worry. Once this war is over, I'm going back to being a brunette."
"Anyway, what are ya cooking?" Bobby asked.
"Stir-fry," I answered, as I double-check the chicken.
"Maybe I should pay you to be my chef." He said, rolling himself to the fridge and pulled himself a beer. "You want one?"
"No thanks," I declined. "Somebody needs to be clear-headed."
Bobby rolled his eyes, going back to the desk. I went back to cooking, making sure everything is cooked all the way and nothing raw. Once done, I layered the bowl with white rice and then the stir-fry. With the bowl in one hand and the soy sauce in the other, I brought Bobby his lunch.
"Arigatō," Bobby said, taking the fork along with saying. "Itadakimasu."
"I seriously need to learn Japanese." I sighed.
"Well, Latin is dead in today's modern society." Bobby countered, taking a bite of his food.
"También tomé español en la escuela," I muttered in Spanish.
"Huh, so you did learn something," Bobby said, before focusing on his food.
I chuckled, grabbing myself a bowl, and joined Bobby for a quiet lunch. A crazy old drunkard and a college student having lunch like nothing wrong are happening in the world. Although, once the bowls are empty, it was time to get back to work.
Throughout the rest of the day was spent looking at the maps where the swine flu epidemic has struck. From California and to Nevada, Pestilence has been traveling cross country. The claircognizance was out of control, trying to locate where the damn horseman would be. I can grasp a route, but I can't get the answer to where the sicko will strike next.
When I do take a break, it was to make dinner. Basically, I cooked some steak, baked potatoes, and green beans from a can. Bobby enjoyed it none of the less as we ate while doing more research. If not checking weather reports around the country. Seeing what is biblical and what is natural.
The phone rang as Bobby rolled himself to the table where the phone was and answered it.
"Let me guess - another steamin'-hot pile of swine flu," Bobby said immediately into the phone as he put it on speaker.
"Yep," Dean answered.
"Doesn't make any sense, Bobby. Pestilence touched down here. I'm sure of it." Sam added.
"But why is he dealing them soft-serve like swine flu when he's got the Croatoan virus up his sleeve? I-I-I don't get it." Dean said.
"Doesn't matter what the sick son of a bitch is doing," Bobby said. "What matters is this is the fourth town he's hit -That we know of - and we're still eating his dust. Did you get anything? We got even a snowball at probable next target?"
"Uh, no pattern we can see," Sam answered.
"Okay," Bobby sighed.
As the three of them talked, I was analyzing a map of the locations where Pestilence has hit with the swine flu. My claircognizance was in full effect, starting from California cities and Nevada, noting how straight a horseman went. I waved my hand at Bobby, for I found something interesting.
"Hold on," Bobby said, placed the phone on the desk.
"Hey, guys, from what I could find on Pestilence is that he's heading east," I said.
"East?" Both boys asked.
"Skylar, we're in the West Nevada. East is practically all there is." Dean said.
"Yeah, well, Pestilence is going cross country. If my abilities are correct, Utah, Colorado, Kansas, Missouri, Illinois, Indiana, Kentucky, Ohio, West Virginia, and Pennsylvania are gonna get infected." I stated.
"You better get driving," Bobby added.
"Hey, you think your clairvoyants can pinpoint where the guy would be?" Dean asked.
I paused, letting my ability take control, then sighed, "Sorry guys, my gift is focused on the now and the past. All I got is that he's on the road."
"Great," Dean muttered before hanging up.
"Bye." I scoffed, disconnecting the line. "Lazy bums."
"You're telling me." Bobby agreed.
I rolled my eyes, going back to work.
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I was asleep on the couch, exhausted from looking at papers and books. The last thing I was reading was a book on Death. Finding out the characteristic behaviors where Death maybe. From all that I could find is that Death would be near mostly populated areas. Bobby continued to work with a lamp light on. As I slept, I could hear the quiet noise of paper turning, the whisky being poured, and Bobby drinking. The sound of the phone ringing stirred me from my slumber, but Bobby answered it in time, letting me go back to sleep.
"Well, look, Sam, I got no love for demons, and, yeah, this whole thing is crazy, but...I don't know. After a year of chasing up zilch, maybe it's time to go crazy." Bobby said quietly. "Yeah? … Yeah. Rings a bell…Just long enough to shank myself, yeah. "
I stirred, turning on the couch.
"Why are you asking, Sam?" Bobby asked. "You got me."
There was a pause.
"Sam," Bobby warned softly.
Another pause in silence.
"Are you idjits trying to kill me?!" He bellowed into the phone.
I fell off the couch from Bobby's sudden yelling. Groaning, I sat up to see him pissed off, practically furious that his face was scrunched up and teeth bearing out.
"We just got done talking your brother off the ledge, and now you're lining up to say 'Yes'?" Bobby shouted into the phone. "This isn't an option, Sam . . . You can't do it. What I did was a million-to-one, and that was some pissant demon I was brain-wrestling. You're talking about taking back control from Satan himself."
I got up and walked over to Bobby as he continued talking with Sam. He scoffed at whatever Sam said, trying to come up with words. "Kid...It's called "possession" for a reason. You, of all people, ought to know. . . You ain't. He's gonna find every chink in your armor, Sam, and use it against you -Your fear, your grief, your anger. And let's face it - You're not exactly Mr. Anger management. How are you gonna control the devil when you can't control yourself?"
"Give me that," I said, offering my hand for the phone.
Bobby slammed the phone into my hand before rolling himself to the kitchen for another beer. I sighed, putting the phone to my ear.
"Not even three O'clock, and you already pissed him off," I said to Sam, and then yawned.
"Sorry for waking you." Sam apologized.
"After hearing what Bobby was shouting about, then I should be awake," I said. "Have you finally lost your mind?"
"It's just a suggestion, Sky." Sam defended.
"A suggestion that might actually come true. Haven't we lost enough people already? How many more of us have to die?" I asked.
Sam was silent on the other end. I sat down on the couch, gazing at the cracks in the floorboards. "I don't want to lose you too, Sam."
"I'm not gonna do it. Not unless we all agree." Sam said.
"Sam, three-fourths of the group says no." I reminded.
There is no way in hell, Dean, Bobby, and I are going to let Lucifer possess him. We all would rather fight this war of angels and demons to our very graves than let Sam say yes.
"It's only if there are no other options." Sam tried to defend.
"Sam…please…don't." My voice choked. "Right now, let's focus on Pestilence and Death. Once we get them…then we all shall talk about this."
"…okay." Sam agreed.
I sighed in relief. "Get some rest."
"You too." He replied. "And Sky…"
"Yeah…" I said.
He didn't respond for a moment till saying, "Trust me. I really need you to trust me on this."
I sighed once more, "I'll try."
"Thanks." He breathed.
"Night," I said.
"Night," he said, hanging up.
Taking a deep breath, I laid back on the couch, comprehending what Sam is suggesting. What Bobby and I said to Sam was true. None of us want to lose Sam after we lost so much from friends and family. But there is more to it. Would it be wrong or selfish to say I didn't want to lose Sam, for I have feelings for him?
I might as well declare that I am falling in love with him.
Only that it is complicated.
What do you guys think? I know, I know, it's short, but I felt lazy. The next chapter will be rated M. If you guys are not into it, I'll inform you of the section to skip over.
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