"How long does it take to get a pizza?"
Dean's grumble was met with a look of silence as the brunette met his eyes, slowly dragging her eyebrows upward with suggestion twisting her features.
"I'm sorry, did you want me to ignore the pizza-man's ass?"
"Seriously?"
Dean's expression flickered in both annoyance and bitterness, his teeth chewing over his lip as he worked out just why that comment made him so annoyed. Sam looked equally, if not more so annoyed. This chick was either too quiet, too loud, talked too much or didn't talk enough.
Didn't she have a medium setting?
"Boys.. and girl," Bobby's voice cut into the quiet as they poured over the now open pizza boxes, "I've got an address, you comin'?"
"But.. but pizza.." CJ's voice was quiet as she looked down at the boxes in forlorn, she felt relaxed, for the first time in ever, due to the close proximity of both brothers. Like she had her boundless energy back.
Her worst fear seemed to confirm itself in that moment.
"Fine," her voice was back to monotone as she stood up quickly, ignoring the surprised looks of both brothers as she passed them and snatched her bag from the floor by the wall, "I'm taking my bike. Hurry up." She disappeared out the door, and Bobby shot the two boys a look of exasperation. "What did you two idjits do in the ten minutes I was gone?"
"We didn't do anything," Dean defended himself immediately, his shoulders bunching up like ruffled feathers. Sam frowned at his brothers reaction, the coil in his shoulders similar with indignation as they shared a look, Dean picking up the pizzas as they moved to follow the elder man, who had rolled his eyes and turned, yelling at them to grab their crap and follow.
Four hours down the interstate, just as Bobby had said. When they'd gotten into town, it was way too early for them to meet with Pam, so it was agreed they'd meet her around seven in the morning. CJ hung back outside the porch as she watched the boys, glaring into the surrounding neighborhood briefly before returning her eyes to the door as it creaked open. Her entire demeanour softened, and she couldn't help but faintly smile at the enthusiastic hug the older two shared.
"Bobby~!"
Pamela's voice was thick with greeting and cheer, and she hugged him so tightly he nearly flew off of his feet..
"Well, you're a sight for sore eyes," Bobby grinned, letting her go while Pamela moved to look the three younger adults over. "So," she grinned, rocking back on her heels, she was dressed both casual and edgy, her appearance putting both boys in shock, while CJ just smiled knowingly. "These the boys, and the lady?"
"I'm no lady, I assure you," CJ quipped, flashing a smile when the physics dark eyes trailed to her with curiosity and a soft sort of glaze. She shook herself out of it quickly, returning her attention to the boys, she would address the younger woman's aura later.
"Sam, Dean, CJ," Bobby introduced them politely, "Pamela Barnes, best known psychic in the damn state."
"Hey," Dean gave her nod with his winning smile. The smile that damned CJ to a life of prophetess and possible ruin.
"Mm-mm-mm." The smile she shot Bobby made him close his eyes with a slight smirk. "Dean Winchester," the smile on Pam's face was knowing, and relaxed, unknowingly giving boys echos of looks CJ had given them prior, "Out of the fire, and back into the frying pan, huh? Makes you a rare individual." There was a moment of quiet, and she took a step, jerking her chin for them to go ahead. "Come on in."
"So, you hear anything?" Bobby asked once she'd moved to shut the door behind CJ. Pamela let the door clicked closed as she turned to give him an expression that conveyed both patience, and annoyance. "Well, I oujied my way through a dozen spirits. No one seems to know what broke your boy out, or why."
"So, what's next?" Bobby's question was drowned out to CJ as she examined the well-kept home, trailing her eyes along the interior and marvelling over the small things.
"You're not gonna summon the damn thing here?" Bobby's skepticism brought her back to earth and she shot a look toward the ceiling, before shaking her head. She'd prevent it as much as she could, but they needed to know his name, at least.
"No, I just want to get a sneak peek at it. Like a.. crystal ball without the crystal," she pat Bobby's shoulder as she passed, and CJ watched Pam move to set up her stylish foyer table into a decent alter. She decided to help efficiency by moving to shut the curtains, catching eyes with the psychic as she did so and receiving a pleased smile in response.
"Well I can't say Bobby said much about you, girl." Pam offered her a curious smile, but the suspicion was still there as she glanced between her and the two boys. "There's something, between you three.."
"Graviating?" CJ offered, flashing her a smile before shaking her head with a grimace, "Trust me, it's more of a pain in the ass than anything, I almost starved myself trying to keep it happy. And no, I didn't do it, and neither did the thing that raised Dean from perdition, at least, I hope so. If, for any reason, he was involved, I will be eating fried chicken for a good month."
"Was that symbolic?" Pam asked curiously, bending down to go through a cabinet while CJ fiddled with the blinds. The brunette scoffed, dead serious as she looked down to lock eyes with her, "Not in the least."
"Who's Jesse?" Dean asked casually.
Pam let out a little laugh, looking over her shoulder with a smile, "Well, it wasn't forever."
"His loss," the elder Winchester shrugged his shoulder. His eyes were smoldering, and CJ had to take a moment to remove herself from the situation to realize that she would have swooned for those very same eyes not five months ago. Crazy things, perspective seems to do to people.
Pam got to her feet, candles in hand, and stood inches from the shorter male to give him an equally daring, smouldering smile. "Might be your gain.." She turned to get the rest of the needed items, and CJ let the barest hint of a laugh leave with her exhale, "Yowza.."
"Dude," the boys turned a bit away from the table, Dean's voice lowered with brotherly conspiracy, "I'm so in."
"Yeah, she's gonna eat you alive," Sam chuckled, giving his brother a grin.
"Hey, I just got out of jail," Dean flashed him a smile, the buildup of desires and longings the pit had given him thrumming to the surface as he began mentally writing his newest bucket list. " Bring it."
"You're invited, too, grumpy," Pam pat Sam's shoulder as she passed them, making no mistake to flash them both a smile as she did so, before continuing on with her task. She'd heard them.
"You are not invited," Dean nipped that in the bud when his brother gave a quiet, whispered laugh.
"I love a woman who takes charge," CJ murmured, trailing her eyes along Pam's muscled arms with a soft pleasant shudder, "Lady. you are a whole lot of wonderful.."
Pam looked over her shoulder again, this time shooting CJ a wink. A pleased grin was her only answer, before CJ shook her head with a sad sigh. "Sorry, I draw the line at three ways. Four ways are too much of a literal cluster."
"Shame," Pam grinned. CJ, so bad, wanted to mess with this, but, seeing as she had other things to do, merely sighed, and shook her head with a sad smile, "Maybe another day."
Each person sat at a place of the table between the pentagram's points. CJ sat just between Sam and Bobby, catching his eye and glaring at him when he furrowed his eyebrows in hesitance. "I don't bite on the first date, Lucky, that's reserved for fourth." He grasped her hand without a word, and CJ took Bobby's with absolutely no issue.
"And," Pam reached subtly under the table, her tone casual, "I need to touch something our mystery monster touched." "Woah-!" A bang cut off her words as Dean shot his knee up in surprise, "Well he didn't touch me there." " Yet ," CJ let out a whispery, giggly laugh when Bobby looked at her. "Oh, I'm just waiting to make the jokes.."
"I invoke, conjure and command you, appear unto me before this circle." It was like a flip had switched, and the playful Pam was gone, revealing nothing but a stern, wizened physic. CJ almost swooned, but kept herself in check. "I invoke, conjure and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure and command you, appear unto me before this circle," static began playing at the old tv in the corner, and CJ could feel the tingling presence of grace tugging at the altar. It didn't want to be there. Not good. "I invoke, conjure and command you-" Castiel, my name is Castiel. Please cease your actions, now. "Castiel?" her voice changed, and she was repeating the words before stopped. "No," her voice was firm, and CJ bit back a wince, she had to stop this. "Sorry Castiel, I don't scare easy." Please do not- "Pamela," CJ's voice, cold and firm, cut into the psychic's sentence, " Stop . Now. While you are ahead. He is warning you."
"We need to see-" "You will see it-!" CJ cut her off sharply, making both boys jump with the tone, and Bobby squeezed her hand sharply in surprise, but she ignored him, Pam was still keeping her eyes closed, "Pamela, enough. Stop. He will reveal himself, at later time, please ."
Humans are not able-
"Castiel, be silent -!" The Enochian poured out of her mouth with such anger the entity stopped short. Her Enochian resumed, and she gripped the hands she held tighter, keeping the connection strong, " They will not listen to you. You are a stranger. "
"You are talking to it," Pamela mumbled the words, squirming in her seat as she tried to manage the connection, it was stronger across the table, "You two hold tighter to her, don't let go." "Pamela, this is your last chance, please do not look at him," CJ warned quickly. The urgency in her voice was met with silence, and, for just a moment, Pamela was going to ignore her.
But through the connection, there was a burst.
There was pleading, sorrow, warning.
She stopped dead in her tracks.
Her hands fell away from Dean's mark, out of Bobby's, and she pushed back away from the table, her hands flying to her eyes at the first hint of a spark. CJ was on her in an instant, crushing the woman to her chest and hiding her face into the darkness of her jacket. The candles had gone flying in her jump, wax spilling to the floor as the boys fumbled around the fallen table. Pamela grunted in pain, a piercing headache echoing throughout her skull as she clutched at CJ's shirts. "Oww.. What-?.. My head.." "That would be the frequencies.. It's normal.. Took Cowboy a couple hours to adjust, it'll be longer for you, because of your sensitivity. Just relax.. The lights are staying off. Just relax, just relax.. You're safe.. You're fine.. Nothing is going to hurt you.. You're safe, you're safe, you're safe.."
She rocked the frazzled woman against her chest for several long minutes, the men on standby watching with wide eyes, and tense muscles. "It's okay.. It's alright.." Castiel tried to warn you. You wouldn't have listened. Had you looked at his face, your eyes would have burst into flames. You would have been blind... "...It's just a bit of aftershock, you will be fine, I promise..
"I promise.."