So an accident has made Lark experience different way of life. What would she now encounter? Will she be able to meet up with the Winchesters and have them understand why she left? We'll have to see. Thank you for all those who are taking this journey with us. I hope things will be exciting and thanks again for those that have helped!
Chapter Three
Lark sat confused as she watched the world continue to flip through the three scenarios. She was like a fly on the wall, watching the world around her spin something gentle tugged on her left arm. Looking to her left she didn't see anything until she heard a high pitched laughter behind her. Turning around she saw a young girl with large smile motioning Lark to follow her. Lark did look over her shoulder to make sure that she was the one the young girl was wanting and seeing nobody behind her, Lark followed the young girl who happily skipped down a darkened path until it came upon a light at the end of it.
Lark froze afraid that the young child was a kind of Reaper sending her to her death but the young girl smiled up at her.
"Don't be afraid." she said reaching out and grabbing hold of Lark's hand. "It's just to help you find out where you need to go."
Lark was still unsure but gently took the young girl's hand. The feeling of warmth and comfort drifted through Lark's body even the wound on the side of her head vanished.
"Are...Are you an angel?" Lark asked and the young girl smiled.
"I'll be called an angel someday. I hope." The child said making Lark look confused. "Come on, Lark. Let me show you what life would be like with and without you."
As they moved closer to the light, it grew brighter enveloping Lark and the young girl in the warm light. Lark closed her eyes against the light until it slowly dimmed and she saw herself laying in a hospital bed alone. A nurse walked up and wrote a few things before leaving allowing Lark to move closer to examine herself and felt her stomach flip. The side of her head was still slashed and was roughly stitched together as if the one who provided the stitching was in a hurry. The young girl glanced up at Lark and gently touched her hand. A loud whirl filled the room and the nurse returned followed by a doctor. Lark was horrified as she watched herself die in the room alone.
"Let's call it." The doctor's voice was solemn when he glanced up at the clock. "Time of death, 16:09."
Lark looked horrified at the young girl who continued to smile. When Lark looked back up she saw herself standing in Bobby's home. Even with the light shining bright inside the windows the house looked dark and cold. Much like when she had arrived after her friend had been taken. She saw Dean sitting down at the desk a large bottle of Johnny Walker whiskey and his face was in his hand.
Lark could feel his depression as she watched him sit there. She moved instinctively towards him and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. He didn't acknowledge the touch but she could see a letter sent to Bobby stating of her passing. Dean must have been called about the letter as was evident if the slight shadow of stubble coating his cheeks and chin.
Dean looked up as someone moved inside and Lark saw it was Sam looking just as sullen. He too sported the rough stubble on his face as he collapsed into a couch.
"How is she?" Dean asked and Sam gently shook his head. "Go figure, right? I loose not only the woman I loved and stupidly pushed away I'm going to loose my sister too."
Lark looked down at the young girl horrified at what Dean had said. Before she could ask what Dean meant Lark was pulled into the bedroom she was familiar with.
Christina lay in her bed her face as white and sickly as she did look when she was brought back from Spencer's house. Lark raced to her friend's side wishing she could have been there in person so that she wouldn't be alone. Christina's eyes opened as she stared up at the ceiling before her body shuddered and the light left her eyes once again.
The grip from the young girl switched the world around her showing Bobby, Sam, Dean and Castiel standing in front of a pyre with two wrapped bodies laying side by side. Bobby and Sam began to pour gasoline over the sticks before placing the empty buckets besides them as Dean took out a book of matches lit one and tossed them inside the gas soaked sticks igniting the pyre with a small woph sound. Lark was witnessing her send off along side her friend who mist have been hurt on a hunt.
"This will happen if you choose to leave this world." The young girl said to Lark.
"What would happen to them?" Lark asked motioning to the four men watching the bodies and wood burn. "What would this path lead them?"
"Their paths will only end in more blood, tears and pain. Which will eventually lead them to their deaths alone."
Lark lowered her head as tears slid down her cheeks. "I don't want to see more."
Lark felt the grip on her hand tighten as the young girl pulled her towards Bobby's front door. However when they crossed the threshold the rooms felt different. Despite the moon being the only source of light the house was warmer and more inviting then before.
"What is this then?" Lark asked not seeing anyone in the room and not feeling any presence of any others.
"This is happening now." The young girl answered and lead Lark to the couch. Lark sat down and the young girl sat next to her. "Don't worry, things will start to be interesting."
Lark looked down confused and just as promised the doors slammed opened and Sam came in dragging a severely wounded Dean who's face had a bandanna pressed to the side of his face by Christina who let go and Lark felt her stomach flip. One it was for seeing Christina alive and well helping her brothers to the couch before running to a cabinet that held towels and running back to the kitchen turning on the hot water, while grabbing the first aid kit Bobby had stashed above the kitchen sink. The second was seeing the extant on Dean's face as a deep gash ran from across his forehead and down his cheek.
"Dammit Christy hurry!" Sam screamed as Dean's eyes struggled to remain open.
"I'm hurrying!" Christina screamed back before stomping towards him holding a bowl of hot water and the first aid kit under her arm. She set the bowl on the floor and Sam rushed to call Bobby by using the landline.
Lark watched as Christina took a towel and cleaned around the wound on her brother's face. As she watched Dean's eyes opened and still being unfocused looked directly into her's. Lark glanced down at the young girl who looked up back at her with a soft smile.
"L..Lark?" Dean groaned stretching his hand out behind his sister's head.
"Sam! Dean's starting to hallucinate!" Dean's eyes rolled in the back of his head as his hand dropped. Lark took a step towards him but was stopped by the young girl.
"I have to be with him." Lark cried as Sam came running in helping his sister with their brother's injuries. "He has to know I'm here."
"This is your spirit. If you stay then what you saw before will happen. Only it would be him that dies."
Lark reluctantly backed up tears welling up her eyes as Sam and Christina worked on stabilizing their brother.
A hand gently pulling her towards the hallway, away from the commotion, made Lark let out a small cry of vulnerability as she didn't want to leave the room. She wanted to be with Dean let him know she was there for him. But with a blink of her eyes, Lark was back in the hospital room miles away from him. Still comatose inside her bed.
"Now you need to choose." The young girl said looking up at Lark her undetermined colored eyes staring directly into hers. "Do you live and know of his situation or do you die and loose being with him ever again?"
"I need to be with Dean." Lark said suddenly. "I don't want to die. I don't want to see him broken hearted. I need to be with him."
"Very well." The young girl walked up to Lark and gently touched her bare arm. Slowly she began to drag her finger down opening a black rift inside Lark's body. "Go inside, Lark. I'll take care of the rest."
~DSCWIN~
Lark woke up gasping for air causing her heart monitor to react rapidly. Nurses and doctors came in to try and calm her down as she tried to pry out the I.V.s wanting to head to South Dakota and be with Dean. Help him recover.
"Ma'am, please calm down." the doctor's stern voice registered finally inside Lark's head as she reluctantly stopped fighting and laid back on the bed. "Thank you." He let out a long sigh of relief and began to shine a pen light into her eyes seeing if they would react. "Do you know your name?"
"Lark Harrington." Lark said knowing that was the name she had on the insurance card in her wallet at the time. "How long am I to stay here? I have to get back home."
"Miss Harrington, you've been involved in a major car accident, and sustained several serious injuries. You're not heading anywhere for at least a week."
"I...I can't stay here a week." Lark said struggling once again to hope out of her bed. "My...my boyfriend is hurt and I need to be with him. I don't want him to think I abandoned him."
The doctor shook his head slowly before looking at a nurse and nodded once. Lark felt the coolness of an alcohol pad before the sharp prick of a needle. Lark let out a small cry of surprise before she felt her world spinning. Her head felt heavy in her pillow as her world vanished into darkness.
~DSCWIN~
Seven hundred and thirty miles away Christina walked out of the downstairs bedroom of Bobby looking exhausted and sweaty as she had spent most of the night trying to break her older brother's fever, which had just finally broke. The rumble of Bobby's truck roared outside shaking some of the glasses in the cabinets before going silent, while Sam sat up alert and ashamed he had fallen asleep on the couch.
"How is he?" he asked as Christina looked downhearted inside the empty coffee pot.
"His fever broke like ten minutes ago." Christina replied letting out a weak grumble of disappointment as she began to fill up the pot with water and coffee grounds.
"How's he?" Bobby inquired stomping into the house looking visibly upset and scared, as he always was when one of his three adopted kids got hurt.
"Fever broke ten minutes ago. His face is starting to loose the swelling, and he should be sleeping peacefully at least for a bit." Christina said looking tiredly through the cabinets for something to eat.
Sam quickly caught a bowl before it smashed into the ground at his sister's feet and pulled out a chair for her to sit in. "You sit, I'll cook you something then it's off to bed for you."
"...Okay..." Christina said her face dazing off before she folded her arms on the table and lay her head down.
Bobby walked into his opened bedroom door and saw Dean sleeping a washcloth over half his face. Small streaks of blood had seeped into the fabric but it looked to have only come from some of the stitches that had been pulled out while he slept or fought with his fever. Bobby didn't care that Dean was in his room. That would only be the best option for his siblings to take care of him.
Closing the door Bobby sighed heavily unsure what to say until he rushed into the kitchen when he started to hear screaming.
"My god, Christy! What the hell is wrong with you?!" Bobby rushed in seeing Christina struggling to pull a knife out of her brother's grasp before he finally shoved her away sending her to the floor gripping the side of her head.
"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" She screamed her eyes shutting tight.
"Cas!" Sam screamed towards the ceiling. "We kind of need you here!" Bobby rushed to Christina's side already daydreaming about the large bottle of Johnny Walker Blue as he felt Christina trembling beneath his touch.
"What in Sam Hell is goin' on?" Bobby asked as Castiel walked into the dining room by the way of the livingroom.
"She fell asleep and then attacked me." Sam said already doctoring a small stab wound to his arm. Castiel walked up to heal Sam but he shook his head. "See if you can do something for her. Clearly Spencer did more then just took her soul the last time. He must have tortured her mentally as well."
"I can still see him..." Christina cried leaning up against Bobby.
"It's okay, kid." Bobby grumbled. "That dickless angel is locked up right?" Bobby glanced up at Castiel who nodded silently. "See?"
"He's still there." Christina sobbed making Bobby look up at Castiel who took a few steps and gently touched the top of her head and instantly Christina fell limp next to Bobby.
"How long has she been like this?" Castiel asked as he picked her up to take her to a bedroom.
"For a while. Had a nightmare in Jackson before you showed up." Sam said tossing the blood coated knife in the sink to be washed thoroughly. "Do you think you'll be able to help Dean?"
"I'll try." Castiel said walking out of the kitchen with Christina in his arms. "Sam, I'm sorry I left you three to deal with that creature."
"Don't worry, I'm too hurt to harm you." Castiel froze unsure if Sam was being serious or had some human humor he wasn't familiar with. "Just take care of her. I'll be alright."