Attention readers I hope you continue to read and comment on this. I know the whole sister thing is overdone but I enjoy that some of you take the time to read. Supernatural is owned and created by CW and the rights to it belong to them. Christina, Stan and Alex are my creations. I might have been spelling Pamela's name wrong and I am sorry. I hope you like this chapter. I know I skipped a lot and changed a few things but I hope things still flow nicely. Keep enjoying and keep commenting thank you!
Chapter Three
I walked behind my brothers rethinking about what I had just witnessed in the hotel room after I had touched Dean's burn. I wanted to tell my brothers everything as they now were looking at me as I meandered behind muttering something under my breath.
"You gonna be okay?" Sam asked me. I looked up at him and I shrugged not responding. A fire burned in the pit of my stomach suddenly. That fire was anger at the abandonment of Sam after Dean had died. I knew he was just being stupid but my anger was now burning wildly. "Here, Dean." I heard the soft jingle of keys being tossed through the air.
"Hey, beautiful!" Dean sang as we reached the impala. I chuckled as I opened the back door and slid inside. "God I missed you."
"Oh here you go as well." Sam reached behind him and pulled the necklace Dean was given at Christmas and I felt anger pass through me. As I thought back to where I had asked for it as Sam had the car.
"Sam please! I don't have that many memories. I think it's fair I get the amulet at least." I was screaming as Sam pulled a brand new bottle of Jack Daniels out of the paper bag and popped the lid open.
"He was my brother." He slured taking a large gulp of the liquor.
"Mine too, Sam!" I screamed at him. Bobby walked inside the kitchen looking hungover. He growled at us as I stood there my eyes filling with tears. "It's only fair I get something of his. What would Dean say?!
"Shut it both of you!" Bobby growled grabbing an empty bottle for the counter and tossed it across the room. "We all are sufferin'. Don't make it right to be yelling at nine in the morning!" I bit my lip and ran out of the door slamming it behind me. I wanted to hop into the impala and hot wire it but I knew that if Dean were around he'd absolutly hate it. So instead I rushed to the road and started the ten mile trek to my house crying all the way.
I woke up when the impala hit a pothole. I slowly sat up my hand frantically rubbing at my mouth for any traces of drool. Dean and Sam sat in silence as I leaned in between them like i usally did when we drove. Bobby's car was in front of us and Dean was following.
"Where we going?" I asked surprised to see that nobody jumped.
"Bobby's taking us to see a friend." Dean said shooting me a look. I nodded and leaned back. Sam looked over at me over his shoulder but didn't say anything except look as though he had he had accidentally kicked I pet I didn't own. I turned and looked out the window. I wasn't going to bring it up.
Don't let them see me. The voice said in my head. I looked around trying to see if I can see someone sitting next to me. But I sat in the back alone. Do what you must to stop them. Hurry. Now!
I shook my head unsure what the voice meant as Dean pulled up behind Bobby in front of an old looking Victorian house with dark shingles it seemed too bright as we slowly made our way up the steps. "Be on yer best behavior." Bobby growled at mostly Dean and Sam. But he did shoot me a look that could only mean anyone with the last name of Winchester. He turned around and knocked a few times on the door and seconds later the door opened. A very well aged woman stood there in front of us with a large smile. "Pamela." Bobby greeted with a warm smile.
"Bobby Singer!" Pamela almost skipped out of the door and wrapped both arms around Bobby. Leaning back, Bobby felt his feet leave the ground beneath him making Sam, Dean and I very impressed.
"Uh..." Dean didn't know whether to attack or simply acknowledge the woman as awesome as she set Bobby back to the porch. "First time I ever saw a woman pick up Bobby." He finally said making Pamela chuckle.
"Well, Dean it comes with the job." I felt my stomach tighten. She knew Dean's name? Pamela smiled and lead us inside the house. "Those spirits are mighty chatty with it comes to the one that escaped Hell." Pamela said as we walked into the livingroom.
"So you knew Dean escaped?" I asked as we entered the livingroom to see a small round table with just five chairs strategically placed around the table.
"The spirits told me." Pamela said pointing to a Ouija board that sat propped up against the mirror. My body did an involuntary shake. I never liked them when Dean and Sam told me we were needing it to contact something from beyond. She bent down at a small cupboard while I took a quick survey of the rest of the room.
"So I take it Jesse wasn't forever." Dean said bringing me back to see a tramp stamp with "Jesse Forever" tattooed into her skin.
"Nope. But you might just get yourself lucky." Pamela smiled and winked at Dean as she draped a black silk cloth over the table. A pentagram in gold was stamped inside the fabric and each of the chairs were at each of the points. She looked at Sam who seemed a bit put out and she smiled. "You're welcome to come too, Grumpy." She said and I could feel that sick feeling spread over me. Oh my God. I shook my head and headed for the chairs. "Sam would you get the curtains, please?" Sam walked over towards her large windows and pulled on the darkened curtains as Pamela was lighting five candles and placed them through the room giving the room that eerie glow I can't stand. "Alright, Bobby and..."
"Christina." I said with a smile as she pointed to a chair next to Bobby's while Bobby sat down next to the chair at the head of the table. Don't let this happen! The voice said again making me want to stand up and start screaming at the ceiling. I shook my head as I took a seat and Sam sat down next to me.
"Everyone please join hands." My fingers curled around Bobby's and Sam's hands and I felt them vibrate beneath my skin. "Now, is there something this thing touched?" I watched as Pamela's hands slowly moved towards under the table before Dean stopped her quickly.
"Nothing down there has been touched. Trust me." He stammered. Even in the darkened room I could see the faint traces of pink sliding across his face. He instead rolled his sleeve over his left shoulder exposing the blistered hand-print. Pamela placed a hand on Dean's shoulder and closed her eyes.
"I call on the spirits to bring forth the one that did this." Pamela's voice was making something in the back of my mind twinge. My voice was stopped. I couldn't speak out.
Don't let them see me! The consequences would be dire.
What are you talking about?
You know who I am. You know what I am. Don't let her find me
"Castiel?" My stomached nodded. The ring of the name spreading through me like a bucket of ice cold water. A name I hadn't heard for years yet still couldn't place where I heard it. "Castiel come forward and show yourself to me." Pamela continued to speak. I felt my mouth open and close as if trying to warn her not to continue but something blocked my voice. "Castiel please!"
A cold chill surrounded us making the candles flicker. "Pam, you should probably stop." Dean's voice was hard and commanding he wanted her to stop just as bad as me.
"No, I can almost see him." Pamela said.
"Pamela please." My voice was shaking and pleading. It didn't sound like my voice. "Pamela you need to stop."
"I can see a figure." Pamela was continuing. Making it more difficult for me and everyone in that room stay holding hands. "Castiel turn around! Let me see you."
I will not! The voice was different now. It wasn't talking to me anymore. It was talking to Pamela but I could hear it.
"Castiel I command you to look at me!" I'm sorry. I know you tried. I opened my eyes as a shrill shriek filled the room and light erupted from Pamela's eyes. Her screams were understandable. Something was happening and I let go sending Pamela to the floor whimpering while Sam rushed to open the curtains as the candles had been blown out. "My eyes! He burned my eyes!" I felt my stomach turn over as I looked at Pamela her eyes were indeed burned out. She was whimpering next to Bobby and Dean while I slowly crept out of the room. My eyes wide as dinner plates.
"Sam call 911." Dean commanded nobody seeing that I was heading out of the room. I turned around and rushed out leaving the house and kept running in a random direction. I kept running until I found myself in the middle of a field before I let out a scream and dropped to my knees clutching my head as I could still feel someone inside of it trying to talk to me.
I'm sorry you had to witness that.
Who are you? Are really Castiel?
Yes I am.
What do you want with me? Why did you attack Pamela?
You'll know in due time. But you first need to return to your brothers. There is a great work for you three. But you cannot tell them our encounters.
What? Why?
Unless you want them to share the same fate as Pamela you will obey me.
I felt the contents of my stomach fly up my throat and onto the ground. Burning acid scorched my throat as I remembered I didn't have a whole lot to eat in the past twenty-four hours. But my body still needed to release the pressure in my stomach. A soft gentle hand touched the top of my head and I spun around thinking it was probably one of my brothers or Bobby. But when I turned around to see who it was nothing stood there. I slowly climbed to my feet and was instantly greeted with the smell of freshly fallen rain. I looked up to the sky and couldn't see a single cloud. "Castiel?" I called aloud spinning around to see if I could catch a glimpse of some demonic entity but there was nobody.
In due time. You'll see me. All in due time. Came a soft reply from all around me the burning sensation in my throat gone.
I walked back towards the house following the trail of pushed down weeds and grass until I saw Bobby climbing into his car and following the ambulance. Sam and Dean had their backs turned watching as the two vehicles pulled away then turned and saw me walking towards them looking pale.
"Get in the car." Sam growled sliding into the front seat. Dean, who still looked upset that I took off like that, didn't seem angry enough to scream at me. I quietly climbed into the back and stared at the back of Sam's chair. The Impala purred into life and slowly backed out of the driveway the soft bumps of the ground beneath me made me bounce back and forth.
"Does anyone have anything on this Castiel guy?" Dean asked as we started to drive down the street heading into town and for a hotel.
"Never heard of him." Sam said shaking his head. I kept my mouth shut as I turned and watched the scenery fly past the window. "But I do know something, it had to be very powerful to burn someone's eyes out like that."
"Yeah, no kidding." Dean said and I could feel his eyes on me. I guess he could feel the nerves that ran up and down my body as we continued to drive. I closed my eyes not ready to come to grips of what the hell had happened. I wanted to say it was just a freak accident that I'm just hearing voices but that same fresh rain smell surrounded me and I could feel someone wrap an arm around my shoulders. I closed my eyes and felt instant relief washed over me and I leaned back closing my eyes softly.
I'll see what I can do to stop them, from seeking you out. I thought as Dean continued to drive.
Thank you. The voice replied and the smell vanished.