Lark and Dean made it to Missouri's house to find her missing. Would Missouri get there in time? Is Christina on the road to recovery? Find out in this chapter! Enjoy, comment and follow. Thank you so much! -DSCWIN
Chapter 17
The sun was barely poking it's rays through the window and into Lark's eyes. She let out a ear popping yawn while looking over to hear someone moving downstairs. Reaching over and picking up her cellphone she checked the time. Seeing it was half past seven, the thought of Dean being awake before hand seemed out of character for him. But curiosity got the better of her as she rolled out of her bed and headed downstairs, pulling on a sweatshirt to cover her bare arms as the house was a little chilly in the early morning.
A soft humming came from inside the kitchen made Lark crane her neck to look around the corner and was surprised to see Dean awake and making some breakfast. He was humming and cutting up vegetables and some ham before turning around to stir at something on the stove.
"Morning?" Lark said in shock to notice that Dean was cooking something. Dean turned around and nodded. "You're up early. Is everything alright?" Lark asked sliding into chair she used the night before.
"Yeah, everything is just fine." Dean said bobbing his head up and down as he stirred some shredded cheese inside the pan. "I woke up made some coffee and thought after everything that's been happening, I would make you breakfast in bed...but you're up so I'm just making breakfast." He shrugged before turning around and started to scoop out the fluffiest scrambled eggs, Lark had ever seen, on plates she didn't notice. "You want some coffee or juice?"
"Coffee please." Lark said feeling her mouth water as she grabbed a fork and began to take small bites of egg and place them in her mouth. "Hmm...This is good. You cook?" She asked looking surprised up at him.
"If you're a fan of scrambled eggs..." Dean said with a clearing of his throat as he loaded up his plate. "I make a mean hamburger but that's for dinner tonight. If that's what you want."
"I'm okay with that. I honestly don't want to eat out if we can help it."
"What's wrong with eating out?" Dean asked pouring himself a mug of coffee.
"I didn't mean eating out is bad all the time, its just if we have a place where we can cook something to eat, it's going to be a lot easier on our pockets. Since none of us are exactly rolling in the money."
"Fair point. But you do have to admit eating out is a great way to get to know each other." Dean said already starting to empty his plate.
"So what do we have planned today?" Lark asked after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence.
"I thought we'd go shopping and I'll take you around town just to give you an idea what it was like before everything started."
"That sounds good. You think we can stop at some craft store? I thought it would be nice if I made something for Missouri for letting us stay at her house while she's away."
"I think there's something in town. Not sure if it's still opened. I barely remember seeing it the last time I was here in Lawrence. But I think we can do something."
"Thanks Dean." Lark said finishing her eggs and setting the dirty dishes in the sink. "I'll go get dressed. Then I'll clean the dishes."
"Okay..." Dean said watching her leave the kitchen and disappeared up the stairs.
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Christina slowly woke up feeling the soft breeze brush against her face. She shivered slightly as she sat up and rubbed some of the sleep out of her eyes before she left her bed and headed for her door. Walking down the hall towards the bathroom she stopped when she heard a creak coming from behind her. But when she turned around she calmed her thumping heart, as she shook her head hating the paranoia that was running into her mind.
"Calm down..." she whispered to herself walking into the bathroom and began to strip down to take a shower. "Just calm down." She turned on the water and stepped in playing with the heating water with her foot until she was ready to turn on the shower. She tried to clear her head as the water took a few seconds to run up the pipes until it came out of the shower head and cascaded all over her. She tried to calm herself down as when she showered she felt cold hands slowly drag across her back but she knew she was alone. She quickly finished her shower and stepped out and placed her bathrobe over her body and grabbed a towel to rub down her damp hair.
She walked to the sink and grabbed some facial moisturizer as her normal routine, after a shower. She opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed the lotion and pumped a pea size drop on the tip of her middle finger and placed the bottle back inside the cabinet. As she closed the door she froze her eyes wide in fear. Spencer Owens stood there silent and observing.
"You can't be here..." she gasped afraid to turn around; afraid to see what she saw in the mirror was truly there. "You're...dead..." she turned around as she couldn't take the sensation of her being watched. However when she turned around she found herself alone. She looked over her shoulder to find that she was alone. She shook her head thinking she was just suffering through a small panic attack and went back to rub the moisturizer deep inside her skin. Her eyes spaced out as she continued to rub harder each resolution.
"Christy you in there?" Sam's voice muffled by the closed door made Christina stop momentarily before she blacked out and dropped to the floor hitting the floor hard with her head. "Christy?!" Sam twisted the handle to the bathroom and cursed when it was locked. "Christy hold on!" Sam didn't hesitate and could care less if Bobby was still asleep. His sister was in some kind of trouble and he had to get to her. He positioned his shoulder at the door frame and tested the door afraid to break it and cause more harm to his sister. After a few minutes of pushing the door snapped and Sam was barely able to stop the door from smacking into Christina's head. He dropped to her side silently thanking his sister for putting her robe on as he held her. He could feel heat spreading through the robe and touched her forehead and cheeks with the back of his hand. His sister was sick and he didn't know what had caused it. "Cas! Cas I need you here!" He screamed at the ceiling and jumped when he saw Castiel appear right beside him.
"Christy?" Castiel called gently placing his hand on her forehead but jumped back when an audible zap was heard. "Something is keeping me from healing her." Castiel said. "We need to contact Dean and Lark. Let them know they need to hurry."
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Lark leaned on the kitchen counter reading a newspaper that Dean had collected that morning. The coffee she had been sipping on was cold. Lark finished the one gulp and looked at the front door as it opened and Dean walked in looking like he was being scolded by some one. Lark was about to say something when she heard a sweet southern voice that sounded a bit spicy by the way Dean had arrived.
"Now, I'm tellin' you now, Dean." The voice said gradually getting louder. "You don't treat that girl well, I'm gonna wack you with a spoon so hard your own siblings will be dizzy." Lark straightened up walking over to Dean to help him with the four bags he was carrying in his arms. "Now you stop your eye rollin' and let me meet this girl." A short round chocolate colored woman appeared around Dean and walked right up to Lark. "My, my, my..." the woman said with a large smile making her look like someone you wouldn't mind spending an afternoon with a large mug of hot chocolate. "Dean I can see why you're crazy 'bout her."
Lark chuckled seeing the red creep up Dean's neck from his cheeks.
"Now I can see that you'll have some questions." the woman said. "But first. Introductions. Missouri Mosley. It's such a pleasure to finally meet you in person Lark."
"We met by other means?" Lark asked trying not to be rude as she shook Missouri's hand. "I mean..."
"You buy some of my herbs online. Which reminds me." Missouri reached for a large brown sack, that Lark always wondered what was inside when she saw it in the kitchen that morning, and handed it to Lark with a large smile on her face. "These should be nice and dried out for you to stock up your herbs."
"How.."
"She's good at what she does." Dean spoke out as he had fallen into the background by putting away the groceries. "Just leave it at that."
"Mind your tongue boy." Missouri snarled, sounding incredibly like Bobby. "But pleasantries would have to wait. You have something for me to see?"
Lark looked confused for a brief moment before nodding. She rushed up the stairs and into her room and grabbed the small vial still sitting on her pillow where she had left it when she had gotten up. When she returned she saw that Missouri was having Dean pull down a small silver bowl and set it on the counter before being popped in the back of the head.
"Don't you dare make fun of my stature ,Dean Winchester. You tease your sister far to much. The only difference between me and her...I'm not afraid to smack ya." Lark didn't know whether to laugh or come to Dean's rescue but the soft glance she got when she returned she didn't have time to talk. "The vial, please." Missouri opened her hand to allow Lark to set the vial directly into her palm. Missouri's eyes rolled in the back of her head before a smile spread across her face. "Yes...yes this will help her..."
"Help? Help Christy?" Lark asked. She felt like someone splashed an ice cold bucket on her.
"Yes, youngin'. That's why I'm home so early. I had to get home. Something is happenin' to Christina, Dean."
"What do you mean?" Dean asked confused looking between Lark and Missouri.
"You'll be gettin' a call." Missouri said staring to load up the bowl with some herbs ,that were hanging next to the kitchen sink, before filling a tea kettle with water and placing it on the stove. Dean watched in confusion as Missouri turned on the stove to heat up the water until his cellphone started to sing at him.
"What is it Sammy?" Dean asked keeping his eyes level with Missouri as she gently began to grind the dried herbs in the bowl while Lark watched.
"Dean, you have to hurry and find a way to solve this." Sam said his voice in a serious tone.
"Why what's wrong with her?"
"Dean, she has a very high fever that Cas can't even stop. Her skin is literally cooking."
"Sonova..." Dean ran his fingers through his hair and Missouri walked back to the cupboard and pulled down a tea cup and set it next to the bowl. "Alright keep me posted." Dean couldn't hang up, despite knowing Sam had nothing, something stopped him from hanging up.
"Dean?" Sam's voice muffled by tiny speaker as Dean had lowered his phone. "Dean you still there?"
"Yeah. Sorry...I..."
"I'll call if something happens." The small click on the other end made Dean place the phone on the counter behind him.
"It's gonna be alright, sweetie." Missouri said gently placing a hand on his shoulder. "We're gonna fix your sister. She'll be right as rain by dinnertime."
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Sam didn't know what to do. He felt like he was just taking up space in the room as he watched as Castiel kept trying to heal Christina but he kept seeing something pushing him away.
"What has he done to her?" Sam mumbled mostly to himself as he watched as his sister let out a small whimper her eyes trying to open but only caused blisters to slowly start to form. "What's going on with her?"
"Owens...He somehow infected her." Castiel said grabbing a washcloth and set them on top of the blisters that were appearing on her forehead. "Sam...do I have your permission to touch her soul?"
Sam looked confused as if it was the first time Castiel had asked him permission. "Why do you need...?"
"There might be a chance it could kill her."
Sam's stomach twisted making his legs buckle before he fell into the chair. His face was twisted in a confusing dilemma. On one hand Castiel might be able to heal her from the inside or be able to figure out what was going on. On the other with the rejection of Castiel's grace trying to touch Christina's soul, it might cause so much stress on her it could kill her. He knew nobody will be able to live with themselves by going through that again.
"Sam, I need an answer."
"Do it." Sam said tossing the metaphorical dice in the air hoping it would land in his favor.
Castiel nodded and prepared himself to enter her chest to touch her soul.
Static began to fill the room as Castiel's eyes began to glow before his hand slid inside Christina's chest and stop just as he touched her soul. His eyes slowly closed but as Sam could see that Castiel was moving his hand, he knew that something bad was happening.
The light on the nightstand shattered with a pop and Sam watched as Castiel was flung through the air crashing into the wall. Sam knew it wasn't good and rushed to his sister's side. In the dimming light Sam could tell his sister was no longer suffering. The blisters had disappeared and Sam felt a slight bit of hope that Christina had made it through the ordeal. That she was somehow better then before. But as he touched her to wake her up, he felt how strangely cold she was. He was trembling as he touched her neck and his legs started to wobble. Her pulse was very weak. Her breathing almost not there. She was alive but acted as though she was in a deep sleep.
Castiel stood up shaking the strange dizziness he felt. "How is she?" Castiel asked giving a satisfied smile that her blisters and fever had gone.
"I think she's in a coma." Sam answered. "How was her soul?"
"Part of her soul is still missing. However..." Castiel's voice trailed off as he took in a breath to steady himself. "If her soul is not replaced the rest of the soul will destroy itself."
"Her soul is going to disappear?" Sam asked making Castiel nod.
"However she won't die like last time." Castiel said giving Sam a reassuring look. "She would just be soul-less for the rest of her life. Something even I'm afraid to see."
Sam sighed and glanced over at his sister. "I better let Dean know what's going on." Sam said rhetorically. "Let's hope we can figure out where her soul went." Castiel nodded silently as he glanced over at Christina and felt something burn in the pit of his stomach once again.
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Missouri was finishing putting the crushed herbs inside a tea strainer when she looked up at Dean. "Dean, sweetie. I need you to find out everything there is to know about Spencer Owens. The man that took your sister's soul."
"He's dead." Dean said flatly. "What more is left to know?"
"Everything, Dean." Missouri said giving him a not so friendly look. "I'm not askin' for much but I am asking for something. Please?"
Dean opened his mouth to say something offensive and was rewarded with a smack with a hand towel Missouri had in her hand as she carried the tea cup to Lark who was sitting at the counter.
"Here you go, sweet heart." Missouri said setting the vial next to the cup. "Now, the only thing left to do is drink that tea and then that vial." Lark looked up at her about to ask her something. "Mixing it in the tea would only dilute the final ingredient which won't work.
Lark looked down at the tea and shrugged. It was no use arguing with her. Lark gently picked up the porcelain cup and raised it to her lips. The bitter taste of the tea made it hard for Lark to swallow. But the soft caring look of Missouri made Lark continued to drink.
"That's a good girl." Missouri praised handing the empty tea cup to Dean and handed Lark the vial. "Now. Drink this."
"What exactly is this?"
"An angel's essence." Missouri said softly. "I knew what it was the minute I saw it. An angel appeared to you with that vial. Only you are allowed to partake of it."
"So what I saw in my hospital room..."
"Was an angel yes. But don't worry, once this whole ordeal is over all that essence will leave you."
Lark glanced over at Dean before down at the vial in her hand. Her mind whirled with questions. But she needed to help a sister. Taking the lid and carefully taking it off. The sweet aroma enveloped Lark's nose. She took in a deep breath to not freak herself out before tilting the vial into her mouth. For something smelling sweet tasted much like regular water. She was quite surprised but finished the liquid inside.
"Now come with me." Missouri smiled gently taking Lark's hand while handing Dean the tea cup before leading Lark to the living room and puffed a few pillows for her to lay on. "Alright, all you have to do now is go to sleep."
"Just go to sleep?" Lark asked feeling the effects of some kind of sleeping medicine taking control. "What...was in...that...?" Lark's eyes closed and Missouri closed her eyes mumbled a few words before placing the vial inside Lark's hand.
"Good luck there, sweet heart." she said before standing up and leaving Lark to be by herself.