The Man in Black

BLB- Sorry this took longer than I thought, I have been kind of busy with school, family and other things. I wish this was longer, but I am hoping next chapter will be. I do not own Supernatural, right now it is a little Michelle-centric. I know OCs aren't usually liked in fandoms, but I enjoy writing them from time to time.

Chapter 6

Michelle just stood there watching over them as they slept. The darkness was almost as overwhelming as the undeniable silence that filled the room. The only sounds that could be heard were Sam and Dean's breathing and the steady thrumming of their hearts. Michelle silently wished that she was sleeping with them instead of standing guard and waiting for tall, dark and creepy to return to drag her or Dean off into the night.

The silence and darkness was starting to make her jumpy, everything around her seemed to be a threat, so when the vents groaned as air was pushed through the vents. Michelle jumped out of her nonexistent skin at the noise, scanning the room for any threat either the doctor or her reaper finally catching the scent to send her to hell. But there was nothing there and for that she was grateful for. Secretly she hoped Sam wasn't still seeing things through her eyes, but when she saw the goofy smile plastered across his face she realized he probably was.

"You still with me Sam?" Michelle asked wondering if Sam could hear her through the weird connection thing they had going on here. Sam's head bobbed up and down in response, before he mumbled a quiet 'yes' in his sleep. "I'm freaking out just a little Sam, something doesn't feel right and it has been an hour the doctor would have come back for me by now." Something drew her forwards in between the two beds, she spared a glance at Sam before honing in on Dean who for once in a long while looked peaceful in his sleep. Michelle hoped that he was having a good dream filled with pie and everything else that made him happy. "I need to go see what Doctor Dark-heart is up to. I'll be right back Babe," Michelle stated kissing Dean's forehead causing the older Winchester to turn over in his sleep.

"I'll be back as fast as I can be, Sam. I just don't feel right about this," Michelle said staring at Sam's sleeping face. When she thought of the doctor her body moved instantaneously, Michelle had no idea how she did it but it happened.

Being back at the abandoned warehouse was not a comfort but at least she could see the doctor and what he was up to. The doctor was standing over a child, a little boy that was no older than six years old. Michelle felt her spirit wrench as the doctor sunk his hand wrist deep into the child's forehead. The kid screamed out in terror and the doctor was whispering something that Michelle couldn't make out. She wondered what the kid was seeing, but that didn't matter at the moment because an unseen force pushed her towards the doctor receding from the safety of the shadows.

"Why don't you stop picking on the kid and try me on for size?" Michelle exclaimed, but no one seemed to hear her neither the doctor or the child. The lights above them flickered before Michelle felt herself propelled forward as the child screamed. Nothing mattered to her more than getting the doctor away from the little boy and protecting him at all costs. The doctor was snapped out of the kid's head and Michelle stood over him trying to keep the doc's hands off of him. The lights flipped on just as the doctor decided he wanted to come back in.

She tried to wake the child but he wouldn't stir no matter what she did. In the end she stood where the ghost had just been and put her hand where he had. Michelle was sucked into his nightmare. She was dressed like a firefighter and in the center of a house that was on fire and crumbling around her. As a piece of the ceiling fell off the boy screamed again, loudly from where he was hiding behind one of the support beams. The boy was shaking in the haze and Michelle could barely make him out.

"Sweetie," Michelle called out as she approached the boys shaking form. "What's your name?" She asked reaching out a hand. The boy flinched away from her burring himself farther into the corner. "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. I just want to get you out of here."

The boy shook his head as Michelle removed her hand away from him. His scared eyes just watched her every move. Michelle took a step back to give the kid some space, but she realized that if they didn't get out of there soon that they would both be toast. "I don't want to pressure you or anything, but we are kinda pressed for time."

"I'm scared..." The little boy muttered scooting towards Michelle.

"I know. I just want to help you. My name is Michelle." She got down to his level and reached out her hand to him again, this time he took her hand his little fingers shaking in hers. Michelle helped him up and started leading him towards the door.

"I'm Kyle," the boy responded is voice shaky.

"It's okay Kyle. I'm going to get you out of here safely."

"The Man in Black-"

"Is not going to get you," Michelle cut him off. "Not while I'm around. Now, just follow me." She guided him as far as she could until the darkness from the smoke.

"Michelle," Kyle gulped out in a fit of coughs. "I can't breathe..." The kid wheezed pretty bad and it made Michelle worry for his health.

"Relax, it's only a dream Kyle. Just stay with me. We are almost at the door. Once we are out of here I promise you that I will get you out." Michelle pulled him forward, but the flames were growing around them blocking their exit.

"Michelle!" Kyle cried out in panic. "We're trapped!"

"Kyle, listen to me. This is a dream, your dream gone cuckoo because of the Man in Black. You can take the dream back, just focus on what you want," Michelle explained. She let out a scream as a huge hunk of the ceiling came crumbling down nearly taking out Kyle, Michelle used her body to block the boy. It burned but she knew that if Kyle died or snapped out of this to suddenly he would be a walking soul just like her, except he wouldn't have protection from the reaper or the doctor like she did.

"MICHELLE!" Kyle screamed, he wasn't breathing. "I'm scared Michelle."

"I'm okay." Another piece fell just as she was trying to reassure Kyle, and it knocked her down nearly rendering her unconscious. "Kyle, focus... Get us out of here please... Make the fire go away." Kyle nodded, taking in a deep breath and the fire in front of them lessened and Kyle managed to prop up Michelle and walk out of that building with her.

As soon as the flashing lights of the emergency response crew were in view a white light flashed in front of Michelle and Kyle, and the scene around them faded. Michelle was snapped back to where she stood in front of Kyle's sleeping form. The little boy's eyes were flickering under his eyelids and she could tell he was going to wake up.

They were alone and Michelle didn't even feel the doctor watching her anymore. When Kyle's eyes shot open he immediately took in the scene around him, the only thing Michelle needed to know was if Kyle could see her. When he sat up Kyle called out, "Michelle?" That was when his eyes fell on her and from what she could tell he could see her.

"I'm here Kyle, can you see me?" Michelle asked, wondering if he could see and hear her. When he nodded, Michelle let out a sigh of relief. "Well, we need to get you out of here. Follow me, Kyle." Kyle got up off of the hospital bed and let Michelle lead him towards the door. When he tried to grab her hand he went straight through her, the child looked panicked for a minute before Michelle spoke or tried to at least.

"What are you? A ghost?" Kyle asked taking a step away from her.

"No, maybe, I'm not exactly sure. Listen I know you are scared Kyle, but I am not going to hurt you. I'm just as scared as you are at this point. Please, just let me get you out of here so that the doctor can't hurt you again," Michelle pleaded, hoping the boy would listen to her. Kyle was still seriously freaked out but he took a tentative step towards her.

"Do you know where we are?" Kyle asked just as they finally found a door.

Michelle shook her head. "I'm just focusing on the out part." She let out a laugh as Kyle pushed the door open slowly. She thought about Sam wondering what he was seeing or even if he was still with her. "Sam, if you are still here with me pay attention. This is where I am."

"Who's Sam?" Kyle asked as the walked out of the warehouse and into the dimly lit street.

"My friend," Michelle responded keeping close to Kyle as he walked the street.

"Is Sam dead too?" Kyle asked.

"No, he's alive and looking for me. He and his brother are going to find the doctor and end this. I am just trying to help them," Michelle explained, urging the child forwards she could make out 'Stinkie's' diner in the distance. "Start calling for help, Kyle. Keep walking towards the diner."

"What about you?" Kyle asked looking up at her, sounding worried.

"Come play with me Michelle," the little girl's voice was in her head once again. The doctor's children were coming back to her.

"Kyle, just keep going. Get to the diner and don't worry about me. Just get into the light and stay there," Michelle commanded and Kyle nodded before he kept walking. The boy made it to the diner and was now inside. A smile crept onto Michelle's face when she saw Kyle safe in the diner, but it vanished quickly when the doctor's children appeared next to her.

The girl was up in Michelle's face hooking her arm around her waist and trying to push her to the ground. When she stumbled Michelle noticed one thing, the little boy was uninterested in what his sister was doing. His chubby little face was distorted in sadness and guilt that no little boy should have to feel, dead or alive. That is who Michelle decided to focus on him for and put the girl out of her mind. The little boy's eyes were both uninterested and guilty at the same time; he didn't want to do this.

"Hey, what's is your name?" Michelle asked the boy approaching where he sat on the ground against a telephone pole.

"Stay away from my brother," the girl growled grabbing Michelle's hair and trying to pull her away from her little brother.

"Leave her alone!" The doctor's son screamed at his big sister. "She didn't do anything wrong!"

"This bitch is giving Dad issues Marvin. Why don't you care about that? She is going to get Dad killed," the girl growled forgetting Michelle for a moment to reprimand her brother.

"Whoa colorful language, you kiss your mother with that mouth?" Michelle asked with a smirk earning a glare from the little girl at the mention of her mother. "You don't want to do this, do you Marvin?"

Marvin looked into Michelle's eyes before staring back at the ground. "No. Dad and Rochelle wanted me to do this. They told me that my Mom would be mad at me for abandoning my family..."

"No, your Mom would not be angry with you Marvin. I bet she is waiting for you up there." Michelle pointed up to the clouds, that painted gray splotches on the slowly fading starlit sky.

"You think so?" Marvin asked, the guilt receding and hope was slowly taking its place.

"She's lying to you Marv," the girl protested. "Mom would never accept you after what you've done, especially if you betray me and Dad. We are all going to hell."

"That isn't true!"

"Yes it is! Ask her. Ask her, what the big man upstairs does to ghosts like us?" Rochelle pointed at Michelle and she looked taken aback.

"Sends them to hell, but you are not like them. Anyone can ask forgiveness and be accepted by him. Your Momma is waiting for you little man," Michelle said.

"How do I ask? I want to see my Mom," Marvin whined.

"Just tell God you are sorry and mean it. I'm sure he will get the message," Michelle encouraged and the little boy's eyes clenched shut before he muttered things that neither Rochelle or Michelle heard, neither of them wanted to eavesdrop or in the sister's case she just didn't care. "Then just let yourself move on."

When the boy's eyes opened again he looked peaceful and maybe even happy. He tugged on Michelle's grey robe before asking, "What's that light?"

"I don't know," Michelle responded, even though there was so much that she wanted to tell him.

"I can see my Mom!" Marvin exclaimed, looking to his sister. "Do you see her Roch? She is calling for me."

"Marvin, don't listen to her. She isn't real," Rochelle screamed at her brother, seething with rage. Michelle smacked the girl.

"Leave your brother alone!" Michelle grabbed the girl when she lunged at her brother. "Go ahead Marvin, go to your Mother." The little boy nodded, before he ran so far and disappeared becoming a bright flash of light in front of them before it dissipated before them. Rochelle was so angry stamping her feet and lashing out at Michelle.

Suddenly the girl stilled and her posture changed before she turned to Michelle and grabbed her hand. "I see the light, but I'm too afraid to go alone. Come with me." Rochelle tried to pull her forwards but Michelle wasn't budging.

"You don't see anything and I'm not going anywhere with you. It doesn't work that way Sweetie," Michelle growled at the little girl and broke away from her. "The only light you are going to see is the flames, before you are dragged to hell."

The girl only heard part of what Michelle said, and she didn't seem phased by her situation. "That's okay, because my Daddy already took yours away. I am going to go help him loosen the screws in his brain and watch him cry out in fear." The child giggled before she was gone, reappearing outside of the diner watching Kyle talk to the police that had just arrived.

"DEAN!" Michelle screamed and she was back in the hotel room standing over Sam. The T.V. flicked on and the news blared breaking the silence. Sam jolted awake noticing first that Dean was gone and second that the news was on and the story was about a boy that went missing a few hours prior had been found, when he wandered into a local diner.

"Michelle?" Sam muttered, looking around the room and the lights flicked on. "I saw everything. I know where he is keeping you and Dean, hopefully. You did really good helping that boy, go find Dean." He was still half asleep, and wasn't sure if he was ready to get up just yet. Michelle nodded and Sam could faintly feel Michelle leave. As soon as Sam's head hit the pillow he fell back to sleep for about an hour, before he shot up remembering what was going on.

Michelle found the doctor standing over Dean's sleeping form. Dean would look normal except for the fact that he was laying on a hospital gurney and there was an I.V. in his arm that contained a black murky fluid. She couldn't imagine what Dean was seeing in his nightmare, because he hunted monsters most of his life and lost so many people in the process, saved many more though. The doctor was muttering things into Dean's ear and it drove Michelle crazy.

"How much does he know?" Michelle asked, stepping out of where she was concealed in the shadows to stand in the dimly lit operating room. When the doctor looked up at her she made the question clearer, "about what is happening and where he is right now?"

"Nothing. This hunter is kind of dense, he doesn't even realize I grabbed him yet. Although he doesn't need my help making nightmares. This man fears losing everyone he cares about or even them being possessed and him having to end them. So that is where he is on a hunt with his baby brother, and you my friend are in on it with the demon. Oh, you just killed Sam. What a pity. I can feel Dean's hatred for you burn intensely, that is the one thing that will break him; losing his family, his little brother Sam." The doctor smiled looking over at Michelle. She rushed at the doctor, but he threw her against the wall. "Relax, sit and enjoy the show."

"No, no, please don't do this to him. Dean's a good person. Isn't a child, he won't fall for the tricks you whispering in his ear and telling him to trust you. He doesn't trust, he doesn't even trust me," Michelle responded. The doctor just continued to hold her back from Dean, even though she wasn't sure there was anything she could do for Dean except to get that damn I.V. out of his arm.

"Can you really blame him? I mean you have a demon coaching you in hell. You ever tell him about that?" When Michelle's gaze fell the doctor smirked. "Of course you haven't. You don't trust him fully either. I don't really care what kind of person he is, you are a good person just like him. Imagine the buzz I'm going to get when I tell the demonic circles that I have the great Dean Winchester incapacitated and soon to be available as a vessel."

"You'll never be able to keep him Sam will-" Michelle tried to spit at the spirit but his hand on her throat ending any further words from escaping her.

"Sam will be here soon with me also. Don't think of him as your savior, when none of you can even safe yourselves," The doctor growled. "The yellow-eyed demon will come take Sam, all part of the plan."

"Your son," Michelle gasped out, because she was feeling weak and tired of listening to the demon's master plan.

The hand that was grasping her throat loosened and the other tightened on her wrist keeping her against the wall. He smacked her before he got into her face. "My son will not help you. He helps me and will help me until the day he is killed, or I am."

Michelle scoffed. "About that Doc, your son moved on. He saw the light and left. Also, your wife was there to take him just so you know he's safe. He isn't going to hell like you and that little bitch that you are manipulating into doing this. How low can you go? Using your own children to do your dirty work for you. Your daughter is alright, but I think she is still stalking that little boy, you should stop her cause I bet that is the first place Sam will go. If she is seen her fate will be sealed."

The doctor dropped her, before walking around the room circling Dean once before whispering something in his ear. The doctor looked like he was about to leave when he turned to Michelle and said, "Good luck trying to get through to him, that nightmare of his has taken a crazy turn to the part where you and the demon are one in the same."

"Why don't you go put a muzzle on your daughter?" Michelle asked.

"You killed Sam, even if you break into the nightmare I doubt he will listen to anything you say. You have about a half hour," the doctor muttered flashing her a smile.

"Just get out!" The lights flickered for a moment before the bulbs shattered in there places.

"I will be right back," the doctor stated before he vanished in the darkness. "Be sure to leave the lights off for me." Then he was gone, leaving Michelle and Dean alone.

The first thing Michelle did was pulled the I.V. out of Dean's arm slowly. He groaned but was still asleep. "Come on Dean. Wake up! I really don't want to play head games with you. I don't, well I won't get into your head." That was when a scream of rage broke free from Dean and that forced Michelle to do what she didn't want to. As the doctor did to Kyle, Michelle did to Dean her palm sunk into his forehead and the world swirled around her in a rush of wind.

What she appeared in shocked her more than anything, she was dressed in all black and bloodstained her hands. Dean was chained to the brick wall a few feet away from her and he was so angry and hurt. When she took a step closer to him, Dean scooted away from her.

"Dean-"

"Don't talk to me. Don't act like you care about me you evil bitch," Dean growled, lashing out at Michelle landing a swift kick to her midsection sending her into the far wall. The wind was knocked out of her and she was thrown out of the dream.

"Damn it! I was just trying to help." It was just darkness around her and she had no idea if she was still alive or if she had somehow been forced to cross over. Her hand was still reaching out into Dean's mind, and the connection was there still, she could feel Dean. His panic and the unbearable pain he was feeling. "I'm coming back for you Dean, once I figure out where the heck I am."