Dean, Bobby, and I are seated on the couch. Sam walk up to us and passes out bottles of beer, then sits across from Dean. I took a sip of , my beer and watched as Sam and Dean talked. "So what were you doing around here if you weren't digging me out of my grave?" Dean asked.
"Well, once I figured out I couldn't save you, I started hunting down Lilith, trying to get some payback." Sam replied like it was nothing, completely normal to go on a suicide mission.
"All by yourself?! Who do you think you are, your old man?" Bobby said accusingly, anger in his voice.
"Bobby's right you can't go hunting down a demon like Lilith alone." I added.
Dean saw something, frowns, and crosses towards it.
"Uh, yeah, I'm sorry, guys. I should have called. I was pretty messed up." Sam said apologetically. Dean picks up a pink flowered bra and holds it up.
"Oh yeah. I really feel your pain." Dean said sarcastically. I smiled a little at that comment, but Sam ignored it for the most part.
"Anyways, uh, I was checking these demons out of Tennessee, and out of nowhere they took a hard left, booked up here." Sam said.
"When?" I asked.
"Yesterday morning." Sam replied.
"When I busted out." Dean added.
"You think these demons are here 'cause of you?" Bobby asked
"But why?" Sam asked curiously.
"Well, I don't know, some badass demon drags me out and now this? It's gotta be connected somehow!" Dean explains.
"...How you feelin', anyway?" Bobby asked questioningly.
"I'm a little hungry." Dean said nonchalantly.
"No, I mean, do you feel like yourself? Anything strange, or different?" Bobby asked cautiously.
"Or demonic? Bobby, how many times do I have to prove I'm me?" Dean said, his annoyance showing in his voice.
"Yeah. Well, listen. No demon's letting you loose out of the goodness of their hearts. They've gotta have something nasty planned." Bobby said a-matter-o'factly.
"Well, I feel fine." Dean said.
"Okay, look, we don't know what they may or may not be planning. And we got a pile of questions and no shovel. We need help!" I announced.
"I know a psychic. A few hours from here. Something this big, maybe she's heard the other side talking." Bobby suggested.
"Hell yeah, it's worth a shot." Dean replied. I smiled, things were finally back to normal. But one thing kept popping up in my head...was I really as big a burden Sam said I was? I wonder how many times I've just gotten in the way ?...
"I'll be right back." Bobby said, standing up and leaving the room. As soon as Bobby leaves Dean stands up, probably in attempt to follow.
"Hey, wait." Sam said to Dean. Sam stood up from his seat. "You probably want this back." Sam reached into his collar and pulls out Dean's Amulet. And he places it in Dean's hand. Dean stared down at the amulet, touched that Sam kept it.
"Thanks." Dean said, putting it on.
"Yeah, don't mention it. But uh...Dean, what was it like?"
"What, Hell? I don't know, I, I must have blacked it out. I don't remember a damn thing." Dean said like It was nothing.
"Well, thank God for that..." I said.
"Yeah." Dean said.
(A/N: SORRY DEAN IS A BIT OOC IN THIS PART) I sat on the couch, thinking about what Sam had said. I know he said he was sorry, and I forgive him for it, but I just...I can't help but wonder if it's true... We were waiting for Dean to take a quick shower before we left, because let's face it. He reeked. Sam and Bobby were in the parking lot, calling his psychic friend. A real 2 person job. Things were still a bit awkward between me and Sam. I stared up at the ceiling fan lost in thought, drifting off into my own little world. I heard the click of the bathroom door open, but I didn't move a muscle. Dean walked out of the bathroom. And his eyes landed on me, sitting on the couch staring off into space.
"Hey, Alice you uh lost in wonderland there or something?" Dean said, his voice bringing me back to reality. I turned my head to the side and a grin formed on my face.
"That was terrible." I said. Dean just gave me a cheeky smile in response.
"Something bothering you?" Dean asked.
"It's nothing." I said, brushing it off.
"Which is Alice speak for it's something. So spill!" Dean said, walking to the mini fridge and crouching down, looking for a beer. "Dean, do you...do I ever get in the way on hunts? When you guys first took me in, was I a burden?" I asked him. I was a bit worried about the answer...
"A burden? No. When we were younger you definitely were not easy to teach. Definitely . You were always crying and getting hurt. I mean it was like a lion teaching a baby deer how to hunt for buffalo." Dean said, closing the fridge and appearing with two beers. "I mean I'm at least going to get 50 of my gray hairs early." A frown formed on my face and tears welled up in my eyes. Just as I thought... "However! It was fun. Watching you crash and burn put a smile on my face. It was hilarious. Frustrating at times, but still. If you wanna call yourself a burden then you have absolutely without a doubt been the best burden I have ever had to deal with. The amount of times you've saved our sorry ass! We would've been dead long ago if you weren't here." Dean said with a grin, handing me a beer and sitting down next to me "Of course that doesn't trump the amount of times we've saved your ass! But still, a burden? Hell no."
"Thanks Dean." I said with a smile, taking a sip of my beer.
"Where'd you even get such a bitchy idea?" Dean asked curiously. I bit , my lip, nervously. Sam and Dean bitched at each other enough...I didn't want to add to their problems.
"No where...It just popped into my head." I replied.
"I'm not buying it." Dean said sternly.
"Is it really SO hard to believe that I could doubt my abilities every once in a while?"
"Yes. Every time you make a kill, it's like you just scored a touchdown on a football field and won the whole game. You even do a stupid dance!"
"Uhm, some men consider that dance sexy!"
"You mean the men who quickly flee the scene whenever you start 'dancing'?"
"Oh shut up! You're just jealous! "
"Yes, my dream always to have men run when I dance!" We both burst out laughing and Dean had forgotten about our previous conversation.
Bobby leads us down a set of stairs as we head towards the cars. "She's about four hours down the Interstate. Try to keep up." Bobby says, getting into the car.
"I assume you'll want to drive." Sam says pulling out the car keys and tossing them to Dean.
"Oh, I almost forgot!" Dean said chuckling to himself. He approaches the Impala and runs a hand along it lovingly. I smiled at the scene uknfolding. Others might find strange, but I missed these moments...
"Hey, sweetheart, did you miss me?" Dean asked getting into the driver's seat and settling in. His eyes land on an iPod plugged into the stereo, he pauses and gives it a dirty look. Sam gets into the passenger's seat all smiles and happiness while Dean is glaring at him. I hop into to back seat and watch silently with a huge smile plastered on my face.
"What the hell is that?" Dean asked in disgust.
"That's an iPod jack." Sam said nonchalantly.
"You were supposed to take care of her, not douche her up!" Dean said accusingly.
"Dean, I thought it was my car!" Sam said defensively Dean sneers, sighs, and turns the key in the ignition. And then "Vision" by Jason Manns begins to play. I burst out laughing, I couldn't hold it in any more. Dean rolled his eyes and glares at Sam again, looking pained. As if someone drove a stake through his heart.
"Really?!" Dean asked in disbelief. Sam shrugged innocently. And Dean ripped the iPod out of the jack and tosses it in the back seat. It landed on my lap, so I threw it on the floor.
We stopped driving for a while. Bobby was out of sight, but we'll catch up.
"There's still one thing that's bothering me." Dean said.
"Yeah?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, the night that I bit it. Or... got bit." Dean started, chuckling at his own joke.
"How'd you make it out? I thought Lilith was going to kill you two."
"Well, she tried. She couldn't." Sam said.
"What do you mean, she couldn't?" Dean asked, confused.
"She fired this, like, burning light at me, and... didn't leave a scratch. Like I was immune or something." Sam said.
"Immune?"
"Yeah. I don't know who was more surprised, her or me. She left pretty fast after that."
"Well that explains how you got out...sort of, but how'd you manage to escape, Alice?"
"If I knew I'd tell you, but I don't. It was painful, excruciating pain. I could feel my skin burning, tearing, but when it passed I didn't have a scratch on me. It was like something healed me..."
"Something, healed you?"
"Yeah..."
"Huh. What about Ruby, where is she?" Dean asked Sam.
"Dead. For now."
Dean bit his lip, hesitant to speak.
"So you've been using your, uh, freaky ESP stuff?"
"No." Sam replied.
"You sure about that? Well, I mean, now that you've got...immunity, whatever the hell that is... just wondering what other kind of weirdo crap you've got going on." Dean said.
"Nothing, Dean. Look, you didn't want me to go down that road, so I didn't go down that road. It was practically your dying wish." Sam said.
"Yeah, well, let's keep it that way." Dean replied, starting up the car and continuing driving.
We knocked on the door and waited for it to open. When it opened, a beautiful woman with an hour-glass figure probably in her thirties appeared.
"Bobby!" The woman said excitedly. She grabbed Bobby into a hug, lifting him briefly off the ground. Sam, Dean, and I shared a suprised look.
"You're a sight for sore eyes." Bobby said. Pamela steps back and looks Sam and Dean up and down appraisingly. Me, going of course unnoticed due to the two twin towers in front of me. Dean is 6ft1in and Sam is 6ft4in and I am a meager 5 ft 3in.
"So, these the boys?" Pamela asked.
"And girl!" I said stepping out from behind the two.
"Oh! I didn't see you there!" The woman said. I could hear Sam and Dean's slight chuckling from behind me and I shot them a glare.
"Sam, Dean, Alice. This is Pamela Barnes, best damn psychic in the state." Bobby said.
"HeyaHeya." I said with a smile.
"Hey." Dean said flirtatiously.
"Hi." Sam said awkwardly.
"Mmm-mmm-mmm. Dean Winchester. Out of the fire and back in the frying pan, huh? Makes you a rare individual." Pamela said. I almost gagged at the sigh of them flirting.
"If you say so." Dean said, still flirting!
"Come on in." Pamela says, ushering us in.
"So, you hear anything?" Bobby asked.
"Well, I Ouija'd my way through a dozen spirits. No one seems to know who broke your boy out, or why." Pamela replied.
"So what's next?" I asked.
"A séance, I think. See if we can see who did the deed." Pamela said.
"You're not gonna... summon the damn thing here..."Bobby said, worriedly.
"No. I just want to get a sneak peek at it. Like a crystal ball without the crystal." Pamela explained.
"I'm game." Dean added.
Pamela spreads a black tablecloth covered in symbols over a small table. Sam and Dean look at it warily; Dean cocks his head as Pamela squats in front of a cabinet, revealing a tattoo across her lower back that says: Jesse Forever
"Who's Jesse?" Dean asked curiously.
Pamela laughs and says "Well, it wasn't forever."
"His loss." Dean said with a smirk. I mentally sighed at the constant flirting going on. It wasn't a pleasant moment for me, it's extremely annoying... Pamela stands up with several pillar candles in her hands, and stops in front of Dean with a smirk.
"Might be your gain." Pamela says.
As she passes by, Dean turns to Sam and lowers his voice.
"Dude, I am so in!" Dean says.
"Yeah, she's gonna eat you alive." Sam replied.
"Hey, I just got out of jail. Bring it!" Dean says.
Pamela passes by again and winks at Sam. "You're invited too, grumpy." Pamela says.
"You are NOT invited." Dean says to Sam when Pamela passes.
Pamela, Bobby, Sam, Dean, and I are seated around the small table, which has six lighted candles in the center.
"Right. Take each other's hands." Pamela says and we follow. "And I need to touch something our mystery monster touched." Pamela's hands went under the table towards Deans*ahem* lower regions and he jumped.
"Whoa. Well, he didn't touch me there." Dean said.
"My mistake." Pamela says with a grin. I just shook my head and ignored they're annoying intimacy. Dean looks around, nervously, then takes off his jacket, pulls up his left t-shirt sleeve to reveal a hand print. My eyes widen in disbelief. Sam stares at it, shocked as Pamela lays her hand on it.
"Okay." Pamela says. We all close our eyes as Pamela starts chanting. "I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command... Castiel? No. Sorry, Castiel, I don't scare easy."
"Castiel?" Dean asked curiously.
"Its name. It's whispering to me, warning me to turn back." Pamela explains. I'm seriously starting to doubt coming here... the table begins to shake and I bit my lip and squeeze Sams hand tightly for at least a bit of comfort. I've been hunting for so many years yet a shaking tables scares me...
"I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face." The rattling become more violent and there's a loud white noise.
"Maybe we should stop..." I suggested.
"I almost got it!" Pamela said confidently. "I command you, show me your face! Show me your face now!" Suddenly the candles flare up several feet in the air and Pamela begins to scream. Her eyes fly open and are filled with a blinding white-hot flame. I immediately remove my hands and start shaking slightly. Pamela collapses; the rattling, white noise, and flames die out. Bobby catches her as she falls and lays her on the floor.
"Call 9-1-1!" Bobby yells. Sam scrambles out of his chair and into the next room. I almost feel compelled to follow him, but my legs won't move. Dean crouches over Pamela and Bobby. I cautiously stand behind Dean. She is conscious, but bleeding and burned. Her eyelids fly open to reveal black, empty sockets. I cover my mouth with my hands like I want to throw up and step back. I rush into the other room with Sam. Anymore of this and I'll throw up all over the floor.
"I can't see! I can't see! Oh god!" Pamela yells, sobbing.
Sorry for taking so long to update I was busy! It wont happen again, I promise! ~ Also, although Alice is a hunter she's not too keen on overly gorey things, usually she can tolerate it, but she was pretty stressed lately with Sam and Dean~
Deadly Witch: don't worry~ Dean will take care of it for sure!
EDIT EDIT: I JUST REALIZED THE FORMAT WASNT RIGHT! IT COPIED AS ONE GIANT PARAGRAPH, ITS FIXED NOW THOUGH~