(A/N: I'm glad you guys liked the last chapter. I'm surprised I got this one up this fast. But I'm trying right now to find pictures to fit the descriptions of each of my characters so you readers can get a good idea. Plus I've seen some really cool videos on youtube about Supernatural and I'd think it'd be cool to make a video to this story but I have no idea how as of yet. Lol. But anyways I'm rambling now, so I hope everyone likes this chapter.)
Chapter8: Risen.
It's been four months since Dean's death and it hasn't been easy for anyone. Sam became hostile towards Fiona and couldn't understand why she wasn't able to save Dean. He couldn't understand how she could let that even happen, so he told her he wanted nothing to do with her anymore. Which caused the burden of Dean's death to grown even bigger as the guilt overcame her. Seeing the state she was in, Bobby decided to take her in letting her live with him, until he knew she was stable to live on her own again. Bobby could see Dean's death was eating her up inside, every night she would leave the house and wouldn't come back till 4 in the mourning.
It wasn't until Thursday mourning in September that Bobby realized how much weaker she had become and how much weight she had lost when she descended the stairs and walked into the kitchen.
"Who was that?" She asked solemnly referring the phone call she heard as she walked down the steps.
"No one." Bobby stated as he glanced up towards Fiona's sunken in face, noticing her eyes were bloodshot.
"Rough night?" He asked just as the phone began to ring again causing Fiona to remember her odd dream she had.
In which there was a pair of blood red eyes staring back at her, and a sharp loud ringing noise followed by glass shattering and breaking, which would cause Fiona to yelp in pain in her sleep as her skin was sliced open all over her back and her arms.
Seeing Bobby reach for the phone she wrapped her hands around her long sleeved shirt as a she felt a sudden breeze blow throughout the room.
"Who is this?" Bobby asked angrily into the phone as he glanced back towards Fiona and turned suddenly not wanting her to hear the conversation.
"This ain't funny, call again and I'll kill ya." Bobby stated before hanging up and turning back around towards Fiona who looked at him curiously and sadly at the same time.
"Stupid pranksters." Bobby muttered as he walked briskly past her towards the counter picking up his cup of coffee.
"I think I'm going to go and take a shower." Fiona stated shortly as she walked over towards the steps.
"Alright." Bobby stated watching her ascend the steps. He was glad he answered the phone instead of Fiona because he was afraid as to how she would react to it. After all he did know of they're past, and of her predicament. She probably would of taken it to the extreme after hearing Dean's voice on the phone since her abilities have gone haywire ever since his death.
About 30 minutes later, Bobby was surprised when he heard a knocking on the front door, causing him to walk away from the gun he was cleaning and over towards the door. Opening it, he just stood there in shock seeing who it was.
"Surprise." The voice breathed out heavily.
"I don't -" Bobby began.
"Yeah, me neither. But here I am" Dean stated walking into the house glancing around at everything as Bobby picked up one of Fiona's knives and went to strike at Dean but was quickly blocked.
"Bobby!" Dean called out causing him to only be punched in the face and shoved off to the side.
"BOBBY It's me!" Dean called out again.
"My ass." Bobby stated as he walked over towards Dean still holding the knife.
"Whoa, whoa wait! Your name is Robert Steven Singer, you became a hunter after wife got possessed and you're the closest thing I have to a father!" Dean exclaimed warily as he stood behind a chair in the kitchen.
"Bobby, it's me." Dean stated seeing Bobby's face expression change, as he walked over towards Dean shoving the chair towards the side as he lifted his hand to touch Dean's shoulder only to find Dean smiling, causing Bobby to strike at him again.
"Whoa!" Dean called out ducking from Bobby.
"I'm not a shapeshifter!" Dean exclaimed.
"Bobby, is everything okay?" Fiona asked quizzically and worriedly as she shuffled downstairs as quickly as she could, only wearing a long dark gray towel wrapped around her body, with her hair-dripping wet.
Hearing this, Bobby looked over towards the living room and quickly back at Dean, noticing how quickly he jerked his head to the sound of that voice and the expression on his face.
"Fi?!" Dean called walking into the living room with Bobby following. Stopping on the dark red carpet Dean's face became brighter seeing Fiona's eyes staring back at him as she stood on the bottom step.
"It's me, Dean." Dean stated realizing she was standing there in shock, and not noticing her reach behind the coat rack pulling out a sharp silver glistening knife. Walking motionlessly towards Dean she did a quick right turn and shoved him against the wall while threatening him with her knife.
"FI!" Bobby and Dean called out at the same time, just as Dean wrapped his right arm around her waist to hold her, as he stole the knife out of her left hand and threw on the ground, pushing her left arm down to her side, wrapping his other arm around her; keeping her from moving.
It wasn't until he stared her in the face, and held her in his arms that realized what his death caused for her. He noticed how much weaker her strength had become and he could easily pin her to the floor without a struggle unlike before.
"Dean is dead." She said coldly with as her gaze looked blank.
"It's really me." Dean stated, as Bobby watched her reaction towards Dean and Dean's towards her.
"Dean is dead!" She repeated more forcefully this time as her foot scrambled around trying to find the knife that Dean threw on the ground, seeing this Bobby quickly interjected them.
"It really is him, Fiona." Bobby commented causing Fiona to suddenly turn away from Dean and avert her eyes towards Bobby.
"For all we know, he could be a shapeshifter." She stated angrily with hatred in her voice.
"He isn't, now go get dressed. I'll handle this." Bobby demanded causing Fiona to turn back towards Dean sharply and stare him.
Dean couldn't help but stare back at her, noticing how much his death affected her, it's like her whole personality changed. She wasn't the same Fiona, her eyes didn't light up seeing him like they used to. They were just cold.
"Now!" Bobby demanded a second time, causing Fiona who was holding the knife with it's point towards the ground to drop slowly, as it landed the end of the knife broke through the wooden floor leaving it stand straight up as she turned away and walked up the steps. Glancing down towards the floor, Dean noticed the knife standing straight up, leaning down to pick it up; he had to give it a good tug to set it free.
"That's impossible." Dean stated referring to how Fiona dropped the knife and how hard it struck the floor, while seeing the hole it left.
"From what I see now, nothing is impossible." Bobby stated referring to Dean's death.
"How did you bust
out?" Bobby asked staring straight at Dean.
"I don't know, I
just woke up in a-." Dean didn't get to finish his sentence
because his mouth was now wet with holy water, from Bobby throwing it
on him. Turning to the side, Dean slowly spit the water out of his
mouth.
"I'm not a demon either, you know." Dean stated shortly.
"Sorry. Can't be too careful" Bobby said meekly with a shrug.
"That don't make a lick of sense." Bobby stated walking into the other room with Dean following; referring to what Dean told him.
"You're preaching to the choir." Dean stated drying himself off with a towel.
"Your chest was
ripped, your insides were hanging out and you've been buried for
four months. Even if you could slip out of hell." Bobby exclaimed.
"I know, I should look like a thriller reject." Dean stated.
"What do you remember?" Bobby asked quizitively, causing Dean to stare at the floor trying to remember.
"Not much. I remember I was a hellhound's chew toy and then lights out, and then I come to six feet under, that's it." Dean answered quickly, seeing the liquor bottles lying everywhere.
Upstairs, Fiona couldn't believe what she saw. It couldn't be, Dean was dead in the ground. With all the attempts she did on everything about raising the dead. Nothing worked, so who could of done it?
She still didn't believe it was him; she wasn't going to let her guard down either. Changing into her gray wife beater and black pants, she took look at herself in the mirror noticing how loosely her clothes hung on her body. Not wanting to see her appearance anymore she quickly walked out of the room furiously as the mirror suddenly bursted into tiny pieces.
Walking towards the closet she grabbed all of her fighting weapons that she figured she would need, just in case of anything. Just as she reached for a bottle of holy water she heard Bobby say, "Like I said, last few months ain't been all that easy."
"These Fi's?" Dean asked causing Fiona to drop her hand with the bottle in her grip.
"No, you know when she's upset she takes her anger out on others." Bobby answered quietly, but still audible to Fiona.
"Yeah, I know." Dean replied as Fiona descended the stairs, catching his stare.
Avoiding his gaze, Fiona walked slowly over towards Bobby and asked, "What are we doing?" with a duffle bag hanging on her shoulder in cause they would go somewhere overnight.
Bobby hesitated before saying anything causing Dean to answer for him.
"We're going to find Sam."
Hearing this, Fiona bit her bottom lip. She hasn't talked to Sam in four months; she didn't think she would be able to face him after what he said to her.
"In Pontiac, Illinois." Dean stated seeing what the site he was on brought up.
"Hell of a coincidence." Dean stated glancing up at Bobby, and slowly moving his gaze over to Fiona.
"Well then, let's go." Bobby stated causing Fiona to stand there as Dean stood up and walked past her brushing her arm, Bobby just leaned towards her and said, "We need you."
Realizing that she had to do this, she just walked out the front door passing Dean and over towards Bobby's car waiting for the other two as she climbed into the back seat.
Staring at the door, Fiona's heart was telling her that she was making a mistake going along with them, knowing that her emotions would cause trouble. But her mind was saying, that she had to go to protect the boys to make sure everything was okay and to make things right with Sam.
Seeing the door open and Dean walk out, she tried to turn away but couldn't when Dean caught her watching. As he walked closer she suddenly turned away as Bobby climbed inside the car closing the door after him.
On the drive down, Fiona stared out the window into the night as Bobby and Dean talked about Sam and what he was doing. Not paying attention towards the conversation, Fiona's eyes drifted over towards the side mirror, as she watched Dean she couldn't help but ponder over Dean's uprising. After seconds, of staring Fiona realized Dean's gaze on her causing her to stare into the other direction. Seeing this Dean gave a small sigh.
As the car came to a stop, Fiona glanced around seeing the giant neon sign, which read "Astoria Hotel." Climbing out of the back seat Fiona closed the door behind her and followed Dean and Bobby inside.
Glancing around at the different rooms, she noticed the doors had hearts on them as she walked down the long hallway until they stooped at room 107.
As Dean knocked on the door, the three of them waited a few seconds for an answer.
They were surprised to find a girl in a white wife beater, with long black hair asking, "So where is it?"
Glancing around the hallway, Dean asked. "Where's what?" Fiona eyeing the woman instantly knew who she was, as she stared at Fiona.
"The pizza?" She asked curiously.
"Cut the bullshit, where's Sam?" Fiona asked causing the woman to raise her eyebrow and smirk as Bobby said
"Sorry, I think we have the wrong room." Just as they all heard a familiar voice asking, "Is-." But he didn't get to finish his question when he saw who was standing at the door.
Fiona watched as Sam's lip quivered slightly.
"Hey ya Sammy." Dean stated as Sam began to breathe harder and harder every second as if he was going to attack. Dean slowly walked into the room with Bobby and Fiona following behind. Seeing this Sam instantly pulled out a knife and shoved Dean against the wall as Bobby dodged to reach for Sam pulling him back from Dean.
"Who are you?" Sam called out in anger.
"Like you didn't do this." Dean stated as Fiona stood against the wall.
"Do what?" Sam called out as Bobby kept holding Sam back.
"Sam, it's him." Fiona stated quietly grabbing Sam's attention and Dean's as well.
"I've been through this already, it's really him!" Bobby stated as he grip became harder on Sam.
"But-."
"I know, I look fantastic." Dean interrupted Sam, as Sam's breathing became calmer and calmer now as he gave Dean a hug who gave one back. Finally they broke apart as Fiona stood there watching, she noticed the girl in the corner watching them.
"So are you two like together?" She asked.
"What? No, he's my brother." Sam replied as Dean stared at the girl quirkily.
"Oh, got it I guess. Look I should probably go." She said staring at Sam.
"Yeah, that's probably a good idea. Sorry." Sam apologized as Dean just watched the girl walk across the room.
"Let me help you get your things." Fiona stated as she followed the girl into the other room.
"What the hell are you doing?" Fiona asked once they were out of earshot of the boys, causing the girl to turn around after slipping on her blue-checkered dress.
"And I thought you wouldn't notice who I was. After he realized you couldn't do a thing, he decided to come for my help. Looks like good doesn't triumph evil all the time." The girl stated in a harsh tone as she grabbed her bag.
"This isn't over." Fiona warned as she followed the girl out of the room and over towards the door, finding Sam now wearing a white shirt as he walked towards the front door to let her out.
"So call me." The girl said as she turned around to Sam who was leaning against the open door.
"Yeah, yeah sure thing Kathy." Sam stated seeing her face suddenly frown.
"It's Krissy." The girl stated sadly as Dean shook his head at his brother's forgetfulness.
"Right." Sam replied as the girl turned to leave away, causing Sam to close the door after her. Turning around he found Dean leaning against the dresser, Bobby in the corner and Fiona standing next to the window.
"So tell me what'd it cost?" Dean asked with his arms crossed over his chest.
"The girl?" Sam asked with a scoff and shortly added, "I don't pay Dean."
"Not funny Sam, to bring me back." Dean said harshly wanting to the point.
"What'd it cost? Your soul or something worse?" Dean asked.
"You think I made a deal?" Sam asked.
"That's exactly what we think." Bobby interjected as Sam stole a quick look towards Fiona.
"Well I didn't." Sam stated just as Dean replied, "Don't lie to me."
"I'm not lying." Sam stated
"Are you some demon's bitchboy now?" Dean asked walking towards Sam causing him to stand up.
"Look, Dean I wish I had done it." Sam stated as Dean reached for his collar saying, "There's no other way this could have gone down. Tell the truth!"
"I tried everything, that's the truth, I tried opening the devil's gate, hell I tried to bargain Dean but no demon would deal alright?" Sam asked in an angry manner causing Fiona to stare at him as he stared back at her.
"I'm sorry it wasn't me, did you even bother asking Fiona if she did it?" Sam asked bringing Fiona into this. Causing her expression to go from solemn to shocked.
"Sam." Bobby muttered as Dean turned towards Fiona.
"Did you?" Fiona just stared at Dean not answering his question.
"I have to use the restroom." Fiona stated wanting to avoid the situation she was in and she made a beeline towards the bathroom with Dean trailing her.
Just as she was shutting the door, a strong force pushed the door back causing her to look up to see Dean walk into the bathroom causing her to backup into the shower as he closed the door behind him.
"What's with you?" Dean demanded as he stared her down while she stood up and leaned against the sink.
Staring at the floor, she really didn't want to face him.
"Answer me!" Dean exclaimed as his hands sat next to both sides of her waist, resting on the sink.
"Did you do it?" Dean asked harshly as she finally gained the courage to stare at him.
"No. I didn't!" Fiona replied shortly turning to leave, but was stopped when she felt Dean's grip on her arm.
"Then why are you like this?" He asked pushing her chin, so he could see her face.
"Like what?" She asked harshly avoiding his longing gaze.
"Like a cold hard-ass bitch. You don't even look me in the eye, hell it's like you'd rather me be six feet under still." Dean answered after a long pause; Fiona figured she might as well break the ice, so there wouldn't be the awkwardness.
"Cause it kills me Dean!" Fiona exclaimed causing Dean's hand to release her arm. Watching her, Dean waited for her to go on.
"It killed me watching you be attacked and knowing there was nothing I could to stop it. It killed me knowing you were in hell rotting. It kills me knowing that someone was able to bring you back and that someone wasn't me!" Fiona screamed catching Dean off guard as she turned her back towards him and rested her hands on the sink as she dropped her head.
Meanwhile Bobby and Sam were sitting in the next room on the small sofa, Sam glancing over to Bobby asked, "So it wasn't her?"
"Appears so." Bobby answered after he and Sam just heard Fiona's answer to Dean.
"So she told you?" Sam asked referring to her well, duty.
"Yeah." Bobby answered.
"It hit her pretty hard. She was out every night until four in the mourning. Her abilities have been haywire. Hell she defied gravity with a knife in front of your brother today." Sam raised his eyebrow hearing this and quickly replied, "I noticed, she looks different."
Not knowing what to say, Dean just stared at Fiona's back and noticed the scars and cuts all across her bare shoulders.
"What is this?" He asked as his fingers trailed over one of the scars.
"It's a scar, Dean." Fiona muttered shortly turning around to face him.
"No shit, what'd you get it from?" He asked trying to look her in the eyes.
"I was out in the dark one night and I fell onto a sheet of broken glass." Fiona replied shortly not wanting to go into full detail.
"Oh." Dean said quietly as he watched Fiona walk out of the bathroom. Walking into the other room she felt eyes on her causing her to look at both Sam and Bobby.
"She didn't do it." Dean stated walking into the room behind her.
"Leaves a sticky question, then." Bobby stated as he stared at Dean.
"If you neither of you did it, who did?" Dean asked as Fiona glanced around the room and suddenly said, "I'm going go outside and get some air." Giving a meek smile towards Bobby and the boys she did a quick turn and walked out of the hotel room.
Outside, Fiona was sitting on a curb staring up at the sky she shook her head from side to side as she thought. "What am I doing here?" Part of her truly did want to stay for Dean..And Sam. But the other part wanted her to leave knowing that nothing good will come out of this. After all, nothing good came out of it last time, which is what made her leave Dean and Sam in the first place. She just hoped it wouldn't turn out like it did before. She became more and more frustrated thinking it over if she should stay or if she should go, She became more frustrated and upset with herself knowing that some one else saved Dean when she was their only guardian. He was her responsibility and she failed. As she became more and more hard on herself, she didn't realize the bulb inside the street lamp busted open because of her until sparks started to fall down around her. Standing up and moving out of the way she walked farther down the sidewalk near the building.
"Let's go." Dean stated walking past her.
"Where are we going?" She asked seeing Sam and Bobby walk out also.
"See a psychic." Bobby answered walking over towards her and Sam.
"Oh, okay." Fiona stated quietly while giving a quick glance over towards the lamp as Sam walked with Dean over towards the impala.
"Coming Fi?" Dean asked using Fiona's nickname, which she dreaded right now with how awkward everything was between them.
"Um, I'll think I'll go with Bobby." Fiona stated walking over towards the passenger's side of Bobby's car as Dean stared at her while Sam got into the impala.
"Are you sure?" Bobby asked confused.
"Yeah, they're brothers. They should do some brotherly bonding." Fiona stated already in the passenger seat leaving Dean to clench his jaw as he got into the impala.
Bobby being the leader was the first to drive off, glancing towards Fiona he couldn't help but ask, "Still haven't told him?"
Fiona being brought out of the thoughts looked over at Bobby.
"I just don't think now is the right time, I mean just 10 minutes ago I ended up blowing up a street lamp." Fiona answered as Bobby looked down the road ahead of him.
"Maybe that means you should tell me, you don't want to go without telling Dean and then he actually does die. You don't want to live through the regret of not telling him like you did." Bobby stated wisely grabbing Fiona's attention as she looked down at her black converse.
"Yeah, but I just don't know how he would react to it." Fiona stated glancing in the side mirror seeing Sam and Dean talking.