Harvelle Supernatural
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Chapter 46: Things just got worse...
It was a struggle when getting Bobby death certificate settle, paying the bill, and transporting his remains. Bobby wanted a hunter's funeral, even though the hospital could do the cremation, we respect the dead. So once he remains discharged, the Winchesters and I went back to Rufus old cabin. The boys worked hard on the pyre, as I got Bobby wrapped up and salted.
The Hunter funeral went well, as I did the prayer and the boys lit his body aflame. Salting and burning the corpse also has the practical outcome of ensuring the person does not return as a vengeful spirit or similar entity. I have seen many of these fallen hunters funerals. Bill Harvelle, my dad was my first hunter's funeral, and now the recent was Bobby. Ellen and Jo couldn't receive a proper burial due to the location, though I asked the coroner to place salt in their remains do to religious beliefs.
We stayed there watching Bobby burned until there is nothing but ashes. It was emotional to collect his ash and carefully put them in an urn. Bobby deserved to be buried with Karen, the woman he loved. Jodi already has made arrangements to get the tombstone ready when the urn arrives. Once done, we went back inside and lost in our thoughts. Bobby death has made a significant impact on everyone. We took a moment to share a body of whiskey in his favorite flask, shared a few stories, yet we were so depressed it didn't have the same energy.
Dean had his focused on the numbers Bobby sacrificed his life for. He wasn't pleased when I couldn't solve what they represent. Dean in furious rage yelled, "Then what good are you!"
"Dean!" Sam shouted standing between us. "It's not her fault."
"She supposed to be clairvoyant, Miss Know-it-all, and she can't figure them out."
I looked down ashamed; I tried to explain when he interrupted me. The numbers were incomplete; my abilities can only limit what they could represent: a password, area code, or coordinates. So Dean had called Frank, "At least he can do better."
"Dean," I said hurt.
"You weren't there," Dean growled. "If you were, Bobby wouldn't be dead. You are living in your apartment, making money, acting like nothing is going on. You say you're one of us, wanting to be useful, well Miss Gifted of Athena, were you useful!?"
I held back my tears trying not to let anger cloud my judgment.
"I should go," I mumbled.
"Yeah you should, and don't ever come back!"
A sobbed escape as I grabbed the urn and left. Sam followed as we went to the rental. He stopped me before I answered the door.
"Sky, he's upset," Sam said.
"But he's right; I should have been there." I cried. "I've been complaining I should be there, yet I wasn't."
Sam grabbed my shoulders, "Skylar, what would Bobby wanted?"
I took a deep breath, "He would want me near the leviathans. Wanted me safe and kept to his promise to Ellen."
Sam nodded, "Bobby would want that. Remember that."
I nodded as I hugged him crying. Sam held me close as I sobbed into his chest. Bobby shouldn't have died like this. Even if he wanted to die on the job, the cause didn't give him honor. He had a chance to survive, but that damn bullet took him away. The bullet shot by Dick Roman.
Once I calmed down, Sam kissed my forehead. "Right now, focus on getting him back to Karen."
I nodded wiping the tears away, "I'll contact Bobby's friends and let the hunters and researchers community informed."
Sam nodded as he went to get Bobby's journal. I secured the urn, getting them ready for transportation to South Dakota, where Jodi will pick me up for the burial, then be flying back to Ohio. My boss has been considerate with my extension on days off due to the death and showing Bobby's death certificate. Sam soon came back handing me the journal. I promised to have the journal mailed back so they can have more of him.
"Take your time," Sam assured.
I sighed, I'm scared for the boys. With Bobby gone who will be there rock? He has been a father figure to them since they were kids.
We said a few words and kissed before getting into the rental and driven back to the airport. I was scared and worried where things are heading to.
.o0o.
It has been three weeks since Bobby's death. I had done my part of getting Bobby's ashes back to Sioux Falls to be buried alongside Karen. Then did a weeks worth of calling Bobby's contacts to let them know of our fallen hunter. They appreciated the heads up and gave their condolences. Afterwards, I just buried myself in my work. Cheryl tried to comfort me, with drinks and anything she was able to do, but it doesn't fill that void of a loss of a father figure. Just like Ellen and Jo's death, I put all my mourning into my work. Testing out new camera equipment and photo shoots. Sam calls me once a week, still lost in their research on Dick Roman enterprises and what 45489 could mean. Also, ensure me they got the journal back, appreciating I did the roundabout. I said no problem, and we tried to talk about other things...but we couldn't.
How Bobby died encouraged me to tell Sam that I love him, yet the words won't come out. I have loved him probably since 2010, and now it is 2012. Two years, though one year has been taken because of Sam being locked in Lucifer's cage. Here is the moment, where life is too short, except I can't say we had our usual talks then hang up.
Week four since the funeral.
"You sure you don't want to come to Florida?" Cheryl asked. She and Alfie decided to go to Florida since his university had spring break early.
"I'm sure, I used enough of my vacation days," I told Cheryl.
She nodded, "You seem never to have an actual vacation. Always using your days for family emergencies."
"That's life," I told her.
She sighed, as she finished packing. I helped her finish before we got in my Acura, picking up Alfie and heading off to the airport. I told them to have fun and say hi to Mickey Mouse since they were going to go to Disney for a few days. Afterwards, I went back to my apartment, making sure I was dressed and ready for work.
Once I got to the studio, I've noticed how busy it was. There were a lot of paparazzi and news reported. I showed my badge to the security guard as he helped me in the swarming crowd.
"Thanks, Dale, what's with all the ruckus?" I said.
"Dick Roman is here for a private interview for next magazine issue," Dale answered.
My eyes widen. I haven't received any noticed or word on the news. Dale gestured me to get a move on before a stampede happens. Nervously I made my way to the photography department. Luckily only my coworkers were there. I grabbed my cell phone to contact Sam and Dean, however the signal down. Shit. This is not good. Hopefully, I don't make any contact with the leviathans or Dick Roman. Although, I made sure I had my borax spray at the ready. I was in overdrive with my abilities in figuring out who is human and who is Leviathan. So far, Mrs. Stafford hasn't called any of the photographers in, so hopefully, pictures were premade.
Time went on, the sound of clicks from cameras and editing on keyboards could be heard. Until the doors opened, and there walks Mrs. Stafford with Dick Roman. I could sense it now, the primal energy off of him just like before in July 2011, in Bootback Kansas.
"Let me introduce you to our most excellent photographer, Skylar Harvelle," Mrs. Stafford said.
Dick grinned offering a hand "Ah, Miss Harvelle, I've heard so much about you."
"Likewise Mr. Roman, apologies but my hands are full," I said holding a box filled with gears.
"Please, call me Dick." he murmured.
"Dick," I replied.
"Skylar, I need you to do a photo-shoot of Dick," Mrs. Stafford said.
"Um, what kind of photo-shoot?" I asked.
"The usual grey background, nice lighting pointing at a sixty-five-degree angle," Dick answered. "Keep it simple, not too fancy."
I just nodded, "Very well, Dick, why don't you get yourself comfortable while the team and I get the set ready."
Dick nodded as he went over to the lounge. Mrs. Stafford accompanies him while the team and I prepare the set. When it was time for the shoot, Dick did it so professionally done. I didn't have to ask him to turn or anything; nearly every shot was perfect at any angle. This pleased my bossed. Although, I had to work hard since there were five leviathans in the room including an hour of shooting, I showed Dick his pictures on the monitor.
"You weren't joking Mrs. Stafford; she is a professional," Dick said.
"The best of the best," She said.
"I might as well steal her," Dick murmured.
Mrs. Stafford chuckled, "Sorry, she's a keeper."
Dick chuckled along until he gotten serious, " Actually, I will"
Suddenly his hands were around Mrs. Stafford's neck choking her. I tried to disengage his grasp however he tossed me across the studio colliding into the props table. Pain consumed me, trying to grasp what was happening until seeing the leviathans eating my coworkers, transforming into them. A hand grabbed me by the neck forcing me up, clinging to Dick.
"Apologies for the sudden merge, Miss Harvelle, but I have been starving to meet you."
I grabbed my conceal spray, spraying the borax on his face. He cried out, letting go, making it the perfect opportunity to escape. I sprint for my life, pulling the fire alarm to get others out of the building. I continue to run down the stairs, making my way to the emergency exit. Before I could reach my car, something struck me from behind knocking me unconscious.
.o0o.
I was woken up to find myself on a private jet. Dick sat in front of me reading documents. To the other side of the plane was a woman with Asian traits reading a file. And more just sitting there watching. All were leviathans. They killed and ate my boss and coworkers.
"Ah, Miss Harvelle, glad that you are finally awake," Dick said setting his papers down. "How's your head."
"So it's true, you have Dick Roman, fair play," I said rubbing my head.
Susan came over setting a bottle of water and aspirin.
"We could have whatever we want. We could have you, for example." Dick replied. "My condolences for your loss, Bobby was a worthy adversary. "
"Watch it," I sneered.
"Well, it's a hard world, Skylar. Can I call you Skylar? It's a dog-eat-dog world."
"Why am I still alive?" I asked.
"You see, Skylar, we are having a hard time tracking the Winchesters. A little birdy told me you are connected to them."
"So you are going to steal my identity and lure them to them a trap?"
"No, we are going to let them keep hunting." He said. "We have kept a low profile so that those boys will be hunting monsters, killing things, the family business. That is how they say it?"
"And why am I alive?" I asked.
"Well, when we touch you to copy your memories all we got current events. But you alive, your clairvoyant ability is still active while touching you."
I paled, I was going to be their tracker on the boys. They will know if the Winchesters are alive, their mental status, nearly everything except their location.
"You know how businessmen, politicians, have their secret mistresses," Dick murmured. "Now you are my mistress."
"So I am your pet," I growled.
"That's the spirit!"
The emotions from when Lucifer roamed the earth came back. However, I no longer have to be afraid if having my neck snapped. No, I have to be afraid of being eaten alive.
Dick smiled, as he went back to his files.
"And don't worry, you won't be eaten...yet." He assured. "As long as you follow my instruction."
I gulped.
.o0o.
It was Mid-March, and Sam started to worried about Skylar. It's been three weeks since he last talked to his girlfriend. He has been trying to call her with every phone he and Dean had but no response. Dean didn't seem to care, thinking Skyler to his threat seriously and leave the hunter world. He also tried to suggest Skylar was probably with Jesse, how the little cambion would pick her out in a snap. Sam sighed, thinking it was likely that.
They did a case in Canton Ohio with Jodi Mills help in capturing and killing Chronos, if not Dean spending quality time in 1944 with Eliot Gentlemen, they helped Jodi pack Bobby's books back in her truck.
"By chance, you got any word from Skylar?" Jodi asked.
"Um no, we haven't," Sam answered. "Have you?"
Dean merely shrugged.
Jodi shook her head, "When we buried Bobby's ashes she volunteer to be my researcher if anything strange cases caught in the wind. I tried calling and emailing her, before contacting you, boys. I'm starting to worry."
"I'm sure she's fine," Dean grumbled.
"Still, I got to head back can you do me a favor and check on her please," Jodi asked.
Dean was about to reject, but Sam said sure. Jodi smiled hugging the boys before returning to Sioux Falls.
"We will?" Dean growled. "What about Dick!"
"Dick can wait, Dean," Sam said. "My girlfriend hasn't answered my calls or others. So get in the car, and drive to Columbus. You owe me."
Dean grumbled as they got their gear and headed off to Columbus. It was a long three-hour drive, none of the boys spoke to each other, nor did music played. Sam continues to call Skylar phone, but continue to be sent to voicemail. When they reached Skyler's apartment, Sam noticed Skylar jeep was here, but not her 2005 Acura TSX. They walked up to the front door and knocked on it. It was a Saturday, so Skylar should be home.
However, when the door opened, it wasn't Skylar who answered but Cheryl. She held a disappointed look, "Can I help you?"
"Yeah, um, is Skylar home?" Sam asked.
"No," Cheryl said. "She's been missing for three weeks, haven't you watch the news."
"What?" Sam asked in shock.
Cheryl let them in, as missing person posters were being made. Dean was surprised to see this. All this time, he thought Skylar was holding a grudge against them because of Bobby, not...this.
"Who are you, and how do you know Skylar?" Cheryl asked.
Sam had to be careful; he knew Cheryl was a journalist. "I'm Sam, and this is my brother, Dean. We are Skylar's friends from Nebraska."
Cheryl paused remembering Skylar talking about a Sam and Dean. She nodded going back to the living room. Then stopped, "Wait, you're the Winchesters… you're supposed to be dead!"
Sam and Dean sighed, back to explaining everything to a civvie. It was hard and debatable, but when Sam showed pictures of Skylar with them and Ellen and Jo, this got Cheryl trust not to call the police.
They sat down Cheryl said, "I tried calling Dean with the number she gave me, but the number was disconnected. I thought it was because you and Lisa were married and moved."
Dean was shocked. Skylar had Cheryl to called Dean if she ever went missing after three days with no contact.
"So, what happened?" Sam asked.
"There was an attack on Americana Magazine. Just after Richard Roman private interview with Mrs. Stafford. Mass shooting, killing a lot of people. Police found footage of Skylar escaping before the shooting and was abducted."
Sam and Dean tensed Dick was mention. Both angry as their thoughts linger towards Dick kidnapped Skylar. They went to her room to see if any of Skylar's gear was missing from the safe.
"Wait, you don't think Richard Roman had anything to do with this?" Cheryl asked.
"Yes," Dean said. "Listen, keep the charade of being the friend trying to help with missing person. We will find her."
Cheryl was shocked, having a hard time to believe there was a thing called the supernatural. But it explains Skylar's pictures, herbs, and all that crazy stuff. She thought Skylar was into symbols and herbs, not the Supernatural.
Sam found Skylar gear, all that was missing was Bill's knife. He grabbed anything that can be useful and some of Skylar's clothes for when they find her. Dean went over more details or Cheryl to keep to the pattern. Stop making the pattern, and leviathans will come after you. Afterwards, they left.
In the Impala Sam was furious.
"We'll find her, Sammy," Dean promised. "Knowing Dick, he's keeping her. She has something that no one has."
"And what is that?" Sam growled.
"She's clairvoyant," Dean said.
"God, I hope you're right," Sam said.
Things just got worse.
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