Harvelle Supernatural

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Chapter 59: Grieving Losses

Skylar's POV

I spent a few days with the Winchesters. I was too distraught to travel by myself and was crying every time I thought of Alfie. Dean manly left the cabin, while Sam stayed by my side. He tried to comfort me. Yet my emotions were difficult to handle.

How can I calm down after watching someone who I thought was a friend murder…my friend? Castiel killing Samandriel, who was possessing Alfie. How am I going to explain this to Cheryl? She knows about the supernatural, but not the full extent. Hell, she knows about leviathans. And now, I need to tell her...her boyfriend is dead because of angels. And Cheryl is a Christian.

Sam can somewhat understand since he had cases when friends are involved. As he mentioned, Amy Pond. I remember how Sam felt when he learned that Dean killed her. And how it is hard when seeing a victim killed. But watching loved ones dying hurts the most. Mostly when we both watched Bobby died. The same with Ellen and Jo.

However, I was afraid to tell Cheryl.

Once I was calmed, the boys drove me back to Texas. I was still mentally drained that I stayed in my room. The boys waited a bit longer, getting supplies and ensuring the warding against angels were up. Sam even stayed by my side at night as I curled up to him. I knew I will have to let him go. There will be a case, and with Castiel gone, they have to prepare for what the angels are planning.

I came downstairs seeing Sam was putting food in the fridge.

"Where's Dean and Kevin?" I asked.

"Kevin is asleep," Sam said.

"And Dean?" I asked.

"Walking Riot," he answered.

I raised a brow, "I thought Dean hated dogs."

"I think he's slowly warming up to them. Well, Riot at least." Sam said.

I chuckled slightly from that and sat on the counter. Sam went to the sink as he got me a glass of water. He handed it over, to which I thank him, taking a sip of water.

"When do you guys plan on leaving?" I asked.

"In a few days," Sam answered.

"I better start making those mini pies for Dean," I said.

"I'm sure he'll love that," Sam replied with a smile.

"Do you want me to make you anything?" I offered.

"Those granola bars," he suggested.

"You're such a health fanatic," I teased.

Sam merely shrug. Then again, we ate a bit healthier after the leviathan incident. With SucroCorp's corn syrup and additives were in a lot of food. It brought back the love for cooking. And after seven months and checking dates, did I start cooking with sugar. Although, there were times I asked Jesse to grab a bag of sugar from Australia so I can bake. I had a baking phase, and Sam had to hide many ingredients and car keys, for he fears our stomachs can't handle the sweets.

Of course, we ate better—less premade products. However, I was failing. Flavor chips, sweets, sodas were making a comeback. I still work out, yet Sam gives me a look now and then. But he knows not to say anything. Knowing I can beat his sorry ass.

"Well, the night before you guys leave, we should do steak," I said.

"Dean will love that," Sam said.

I nodded, then sighed, "I'm gonna head to Columbus."

Sam stared at me for a moment, confused, then remembered. Cheryl stills lives in Columbus. It only seemed right to tell Cheryl in person, not on the phone - about Alfie. She deserves to know the truth.

"Do you want me to come?" Sam offered.

"No, it might be best if I tell her," I declined.

Sam gave me a hug. I rested my head on his chest. I fear and know when I tell Cheryl what happened to Alfie.

.o0o.

It was a long drive to Columbus, Ohio. The music was off as I drove in silence. So many thoughts were going through my head in trying to figure out what to tell Cheryl. A part of me was regretting not taking Sam with me. Although, if Cheryl saw Sam and Dean, she'll realize Alfie's case was supernatural. I needed to prevent her from digging into the Supernatural.

I sighed as it began to rain as I drive—the windshield wipers on overdrive as it was raining like cats and dogs. The roads were empty, and I was considering pulling over at a rest stop or a motel to close my eyes. The exhaustion was getting to me, and the last thing I want is to plant my face into a tree.

There was a sign advertising hotel in ten miles. I think I can last as I continue to drive. As I turn on the radio to keep myself awake. The dark road with pouring rain making it difficult to see. I slowed down the speed.

A long yawn escaped my lips. I reached for my soda when suddenly it spilled. Cursing, I tried to grab some napkins to wipe the liquid off. When I lifted my head, someone was standing in the middle of the road. Gasping, I swerved, trying not to hit the person, that it hit the brakes hard, ending on the hard shoulder—just mere inches from the guardrail.

I panted, gripping the stirring wheel tight.

What the fuck was that? I thought.

I glance over to the lane seeing the person running towards me. Immediately, I locked the car's doors to make sure it was no serial killer. My hand going into the glove department to grab my gun just in case. Making sure there were bullets. Just as I secured the magazine. There was knocking on the window. I turned around to see who the stranger was and my mouth literally drop.

Standing outside in the pouring rain was none other than Alfie.

He was in his Wiener Hut uniform, drench like a drowned rat. His eyes were back to a normal shade of blue that wasn't angelic. Those same blue eyes widen when seeing me.

"Skylar?" He asked loudly.

Instantly, I got out of the car staring at him. "Alfie?"

He nodded, looking around. He seemed utterly confused as if he had woken up from a nightmare.

"Where am I?" Alfie asked.

"Missouri," I answered.

"How am I in Missouri?" He asked, utterly confused, only to stumble.

I caught him, "Easy. Let's get to a hotel and figure this out."

Alfie nodded.

As I got him into the passenger seat, I pressed a bracelet made out of silver on the back of his neck. There was a no reaction, yet I know I have to do the tests at the motel. Once he was inside. I got in the driver's seat and drove towards the nearest motel. There was a quick stop at a gas station where I got some food and drinks before checking into a motel.

It took some time, but we got a room with two beds.

Alfie walked in as he sat down on the bed, holding his head.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Just this headache," he answered.

I nodded, going through my purse to pull out some aspirin, and went to the bathroom to grab a cup of water. I pulled out a flask that contains holy water before coming out and handing the pill and water to him. He took it, and no physical reaction that signified a demon. However, I need to make sure he was not being possessed by a ghost or a shapeshifter.

Thus, I went into my bag and pulled out some salt, pouring it onto my hand. Knowing the consequences, I shoved my hand up against his face and forced the salt into his mouth with his guard down. Alfie gagged, pulling away from me, spitting out the salt. Yet, there was no indication of a ghost.

"Skylar, what the hell?" he gagged.

"Give me your hand," I demanded.

"What?" he asked, grabbing the cup of water and spitting it back in the cup.

"Just give me your hand," I yelled, grabbing his hand and pulled out a silver knife. Before he could react, I cut his finger, seeing no steam, only red blood. I let go stepping away. "You're real."

"Of course, I'm real," Alfie said, caressing his injured hand.

I sat down on a chair, "How can this be?"

"Sky…" Alfie whispered, sitting across from me.

We both became silent. I wasn't sure how this is happening. Even my clairvoyance is trying to grasp this. A part of me debated on calling the Winchesters. However, if I did…what would happen.

"Alfie, what was the last thing you remember?" I asked.

Alfie paused, trying to remember.

"I was at my apartment, taking a shower after a long day. When I got out, this ringing and a voice were asking me to let them in. As if I was speaking with an angel…." He stopped. "The angel's name was Samandriel, and he told me he needed my help. I said yes. And…I don't remember much…wait, you were there. I remembered seeing you a few times. And pain, there was so much pain. What happen?"

I took a deep breath, "You were possessed by an angel."

"Angel, don't be silly," he scoffed. He was about to laugh; yet, he stopped seeing I was not laughing.

"You were possessed by an angel name Samandriel," I explained. "There are things out there that hide in the dark—some monsters, who live among humans, who hunt humans. And there are also angels and demons. Who've been at war since their creation?"

Alfie comprehended my words.

So, I explained the supernatural world to Alfie, so he understands what happened. I had to tell him what has transpired over the past several months since he has been possessed. How after the auction, Samandriel and Alfie were taken by a demon known as Crowley? During the time, Crowley had tortured them to gather information to use against the heavenly host.

"I don't remember any of that," Alfie said.

"Samandriel must have protected you from that," I said.

"And he died…we both did…" he mumbled.

I sighed, "Yes."

"We were stabbed in the chest by another angel." He remembered. "The next thing I remember, I was back in my childhood home in my treehouse."

"You were in heaven for a time," I explained. "When a person dies, they relive their fondest memory."

"Have you died?" he asked.

"No, but I know people who have died and were resurrected," I answered.

"So, you're a hunter?" he asked.

"Not quite, I am a researcher," I answered. "I help hunters."

Alfie nodded, "How long have I been gone?"

"Almost four months," I answered.

Alfie was dumbfounded by that. Then again, when you are a vessel, time is out of whack. Anyway, I got up and gave a stretch.

"Get some rest. I'm gonna grab some ice," Alfie nodded as he sat there.

I grabbed the ice bucket to get ice. Really, I needed some space to grasp the fact that Alfie was indeed alive. He was not possessed by a demon or ghost and not a shapeshifter. So how in God's name is Alfie is still alive.

I reached the ice machine, though I did not collect the ice. Instead, I rested my head on the wall before pounding my fist into the wall. Pain vibrated through my fist, yet I accepted it. I pulled out my phone, debating to call the Winchesters, or at least Sam. I slump to the ground, trying to figure out what to say.

Oh hey, good news, Alfie is alive. Although I almost ran him over, I thought.

A clash of lightning and roar of thunder engrossed the area. I sighed, bowing my head, not sure what to do. That was when I saw a pair of grey leather heels in my vision. Looking up, I saw none other than Naomi standing there. I stood up, keeping my distance from the angel.

"Easy there, I wanted to make sure your friend is alright?" Naomi said.

"Alright? I almost hit him with my car," I yelled.

"Well, it is hard to return him to you with your wardings," Naomi defended.

I inhale sharply, "You had Castiel kill him."

"He killed Samandriel," she explained. "He was following orders. You forget angels have the power to resurrect the dead."

"Then why didn't he do it back in Iowa?" I demanded.

"Because I needed to salvage what Crowley did to the vessel. If Castiel did it there, your friend would be suffering from complications." She said. "I kept my word to bring your friend back. I apologize it took this long."

I took a deep breath, "Thanks, I guess."

"You're welcome. Not all angels are bad," she said.

"Yeah, I doubt that," I said.

Naomi sighed, "After everything you went through, I understand."

"And Castiel?" I asked. "What is going to happen to him?"

Naomi merely smiled, "There's nothing else to say."

Before I can demand it from her, she vanished with the sound of wings flapping. I cursed, for I am sick and tired of angels. The fact I used to believe in them has turned me into an atheist. Religion gone, destroyed, and taken from me. Impossible to tell what is real and what is manipulations since God has been gone since Genesis.

I took several deep breaths before getting the ice and returned to the room. When I got in the room, Alfie was asleep on the bed. Sighing, I set the ice bucket on the table and sat down on the other bed, watching him. The past week has been an emotional rollercoaster.

Why me? I thought.

.o0o.

The following day Alfie and I made our way to Columbus, Ohio. We made a stop at Walmart to get Alfie some fresh clothes so he wasn't stuck in his old uniform. Afterward, we just continue to drive. The radio played music to keep Alfie entertained. However, he wanted details. Wanting to know everything that has happened since he last left.

I tried my best to give him updates about our friends. Although, I was terrible since I have been busy with the supernatural and trying to find him. All he knows is that his family and Cheryl are worried sick.

"Does Cheryl know about the Supernatural?" Alfie asked.

"Kinda," I answered.

"What do you mean…kinda?" he asked.

"You remember the time I went missing?" I replied.

"Yeah, you were kidnapped by Richard Roman," he said.

"Well, things are not what they always seem," I explained. "I was kidnapped by a creature known as Leviathans. The first Monsters. They imprinted on me when I was helping the Winchesters. And their alpha possessed Dick Roman. My friends the Winchesters -"

"Wait, those two serial killers…" he started.

"Those two are not serial killers, they're hunters, and that's another story," I corrected. "Anyway, Sam and Dean were asked by a friend of ours to check on me. They knew where I lived and met Cheryl. They met her, and Cheryl realized who they were, and they had to explain the supernatural…so she wouldn't have to call the police. You know, them supposed to be dead."

"It does explain the strange artwork you gave her," Alfie noted.

"Warding and sigils," I said. "You actually met a demon once."

"What?" Alfie gasped.

"You member going to my gallery?" I asked.

Alfie nodded.

"Well, my sponsor, Mr. Crow, was actually the King of Hell named Crowley," I said.

"Wait…the devil's name is Crowley?" He asked.

I took a deep breath, "If you want to know what happened…read the supernatural books. Just skip the graphic scene in Two Minutes to Midnight."

"Wait… you're in those masculine paranormal harlequin books?" he asked dumbfounded.

"Yep, and I don't want to talk about it," I grumbled, finishing there.

Alfie nodded, grasping what I just said.

It would be a few hours when Alfie said, "I did find this strange marking on my shoe when in Asia. Was that you?"

"Guilty," I confirmed. "It was a warding sigil to repel monsters and dark spirits."

Alfie nodded.

"So, you have been protecting Cheryl and me all this time?" he asked.

I nodded.

.o0o.

It would be the afternoon when we arrived at Columbus. I had texted Cheryl I be over. She stated she be home on Sunday. So, when we came, I pushed the button to ring the doorbell. Sure, ordinary people would text saying they were here. Yet, I like to keep the suspense.

Cheryl answered the door, "Hey Skyla- "

She stopped what she was saying in seeing the person next to me, "Alfie?"

"Hey Cheryl," Alfie replied with a nervous smile.

Immediately Cheryl lunged forward and hugged him. Alfie stumbled back, not expecting it. He was about to say something until her lips crashed against his. I smiled softly, seeing this glad there can be a happy ending. The moment Cheryl pulled back, she slapped Alfie across the face.

Or maybe not, I thought.

"Where in God's name have you been?" Cheryl demanded. "Do you know how worry I was? How worry your family was?"

"Cheryl, Cheryl, calm down," I said. "Let's take this inside."

Cheryl nodded as everyone got inside, heading to the living room. Alfie told his side of the story, then I told Cheryl what actually happened. This surprised her, for she thought she and Alfie were out of the Supernatural thing. The Winchesters and I made sure they were out of this.

"I'm so sorry," I apologized. "I didn't expect this to happen."

Cheryl sat there comprehending what I just said.

I don't know how she will react to this.

She was quiet for some time as Alfie tried to reassure her everything is alright. That he was back now. I had a bad feeling, as I can feel the confrontation deep inside her. How she wants to continue being friends, but at the same time, she was afraid. She was fearful of the world I grew up in.

"I understand," I said sadly.

"Skylar, please…" She started as her eyes watered.

"I get it," I said, standing up. "Just let me give you some things to protect you, and I will go."

Cheryl nodded.

I got up and went to the Wagoneer to pull out supplies. Along with an updated journal with sigils. It was hard, as the tears formed. I wiped my eyes away and got the box bringing it inside. I explained what each sigil is and a charm to wore off demons and angels. Alfie appreciated this, as I gave him a hug.

When I got to Cheryl, she was crying as well. Both of us were crying, but it was for the best. We hugged each other. It was my fault Alfie got involved because he knew me. What will happen if a demon or another angel decided to go after them because of me.

"Goodbye," I murmured. "You take care of yourself."

"I'm sorry," she apologized.

"Soon, this will be over," I promised. "At least some of the problems."

Cheryl nodded.

"Once you are out of this life," Cheryl promised.

I nodded, giving her another hug.

It was for the best. Let Cheryl and Alfie go.

I gave Alfie one more hug before leaving, not looking back. I got in my car and drove out of Columbus. I held myself together to avoid the traffic before getting on the highway to cry uncontrollably. I had to let them go so they can be safe.

Now I know how the Winchesters feel. How Dean cut ties with Lisa and Ben to protect them. And here was I, cutting ties to protect my friends from the Supernatural. Along with cutting ties with Derik, Jase, and Nina. At least Derik and Nina were overseas, and Jase was busy with his work. But I understand the hunter life now. You can't have friends with a civilian. Not without risking their safety.


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