Chapter 3- Who the Hell is Castiel?
Pamela welcomed the group happily as they practically tumbled into her house.
"So good to see you all." Pamela said in her relaxed voice. Elizabeth smiled as she walked towards the psychic. She had always like Pamela, especially her jokes about Bobby.
"Elizabeth, how have you been?" Pamela asked.
"Good, better now though…if I'm being honest." She responded shooting Sam a look as she wrapped her arms around Pam.
"Well alright then, let's get this show on the road shall we." Pam said beckoning them all to sit around a table that had lit candles on it. Elizabeth took a seat between Bobby and Sam, she felt a little uneasy about summoning whatever creature brought Dean back, however she also wanted to know what it was, so that they could be prepared to fight it.
"Are we sure we should be summoning this thing?" Sam asked as if he had read Elizabeth's mind.
"What else are we going to do Sammy? Sit here and not ask questions? Like sitting ducks?" She retorted.
"Alright, Alright. What we need to do is all join hands." Pam said. Sam shot Elizabeth another concerned look before the two joined hands. Elizabeth merely raised her eyebrows at him and then directed her attention back at Pamela.
"Now I need to touch something our mystery monster touch." Pam continued. A noise came from underneath the table which made everyone turn their attention towards it. Dean looked down and instantly felt slightly uncomfortable and a little turned on as he realized Pamela was touching his thigh.
"Whoa- it didn't touch me there!" Dean said in a shocked voice.
Pamela let out a laugh and then returned his statement with a "My mistake."
Elizabeth bit down on the bottom of her lip in order to stop herself from laughing.
Dean sighed and pulled off his green flannel over shirt, he then rolled up the sleeve of his grey T-shirt, revealing the bright red handprint that was left from the mysterious monster. Elizabeth's eyes were drawn to the mark, her curiosity spiked and she instantly began to wonder what kind of thing could have left an actual handprint mark on someone. She was so wrapped up in staring at the mark that she didn't even realize the hesitant looks that Bobby and Sam were giving each other.
Pamela let out a sigh and slowly put her hand over the mark on Dean's arm.
"Okay..." She breathed out with closed eyes.
"I invoke, conjure, and command you to appear in me before this circle." Pamela said in an even and dominant voice. Everyone at the table was quiet and had their eyes shut tight, however Elizabeth opened one eye to peer over at Pamela to see exactly what she was doing.
"I invoke, conjure and command you to appear in me before this circle!" Pamela said again with a little more force.
Nothing. Once again Elizabeth let herself chew on her bottom lip and silently wondered if this summoning ritual was going to be a bust.
"I invoke, conjure and command you to appear in me before this circle!" Pam chanted once more.
In the corner of the room, the small box TV clicked on, causing Dean to open his eyes and look at the static that was showing on the t.v. His light green eyes flicked over to Elizabeth's and their eyebrows both knitted. Silently they communicated with each other that they had no idea what caused the television to turn on.
"I invoke, conjure and com- Castiel?" Pamela said. The table began to shake and everyone yanked their eyes open to stare at Pamela. Elizabeth swallowed hard and scanned the table, Sam, Dean and Bobby were all starring at Pam with confused expressions on their faces. Briefly Elizabeth wondered what kind of name Castiel was, she couldn't decide whether she liked the name or thought it should be banished from ever being used again.
"No sorry Castiel, I don't scare easy." Pam said to the invisible voice above her.
"Castiel?" Dean questioned, his eyes were wide and a small ounce of fear began to form in the pit of his stomach.
"Its name, it's whispering to me, warning me, telling me to turn back." Pam responded with closed eyes. Bobby looked over at Dean, who returned his gaze with one of his own.
"I conjure, and command you to show me your face!"
"I conjure and command you to show me your face!"
"I conjure and command you to show me your face!"
The table began to shake harder, and a strange noise that sounded like a loud whistle began to echo off the walls. Elizabeth gripped Sam's hand tighter as the noise filled her head, instantly giving her a headache that made her feel as though her brain might explode.
"Maybe we should stop." Bobby said loudly enough for Elizabeth to hear over the ringing in her head.
"I almost got him!" Pamela responded.
"I conjure and command you, show me your face! Show me your face! Now!" Pamela screamed.
The candles on the table turned into roaring flames, and Pam let out an agonizing scream that ripped Elizabeth away from her pain and forced her to look and see what the cause of the scream was. Through blurry vision, she could see that Pam's eyes were white, and burning from the inside out. She continued to scream until the noise stopped and she fell to the ground.
"Call 911! Sam cried out.
Elizabeth's mouth fell open in horror as she went to stand, however as she did the world around her began to spin causing her to grip onto the table in an attempt to steady herself. Her ears picked up on the fact that the boys were freaking out, and she wished she could speak in order to calm them down however the pain in her head was unbearable and the black spots she was seeing made it practically impossible to do anything.
Before she knew it, the black spots began to turn into black blankets, and she could feel herself slowly slipping away from consciousness. Her tight grip on the table loosened and the last thing she heard before she fell to the ground was Pam screaming
"Oh god! I can't see!"