We had to go to where she had died. None of us exactly knew the exact location as...well I have never been there and Sam and Dean were suddenly transported there. Castiel was not able the help us, as with all his angelic powers he could not sense it as Lucifer had shielded it. All that was left to rely on was my blood tie with her and hopefully the magical presence of her mother could enhance this.
We gathered together in Crystal's living room; checking our supplies of the potion, swirling purple in their tiny glass vials, waiting. Sam and Dean checked their inventory of weapons, making sure that they were prepared for any attack. The only thing that was missing now was... Castiel. Speak of the Angel; he appeared in the middle of the room, slightly dishevelled.
"We should go quickly. The demons are in a buzz of activity and have been summoned. We need to go whilst they are distracted." Castiel replied before I could even word my question. I sighed. I was afraid that it would not work. What if it was not meant to be?
"I think we should hurry." Castiel says as he turns to look at me as if he knows my doubts. I quickly shut my eyes to block out his look and try to focus on Keaira's voice, her essence. I called it closer and felt it raising just below the surface, waiting. It wanted to be rejoined with her.
"We should get a hold of one another", I said as I could feel the power raising and the warmth of her blood spreading around my body. It was pulling to be reunited with her; sharing our desire. Together, we were pulled to where her body lay to rest. Or what remained of her.
It took us a second to orientate ourselves. My vision blurred and my body felt as though it had been forced through a solid wall, disassembled and put back together again. My hand attempted to massage my throbbing temple and ease the pain but failed. Dean groaned beside me. It was good to know I was not the only one suffering such effects.
"Does anybody know where we are?" I asked
"This is where Keaira died", Castiel replied looking around the dingy roof of the cave. My eyes flittered around taking in all the details. They finally settled on her body in the middle of the room. I felt drawn to it. Upon a slab that reached mid way in comparison to my body, she lay entombed within thick frosted crystal. Waiting. Slowly, I walked towards her. Blood calling blood.
Death; something I have yet to experience and almost did those many years ago. It was too permanent well it was usually; hopefully not in this case. It was not her time. I trailed my fingers along the edge of the crystal; waiting for a sign of life, anything to back up the hope that this would work.
A deep cough brought me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see that it was Sam.
"You ready?" Dean asked. I nodded as I proceeded to get the potion out of my jacket pocket. I unscrewed the lid and closed my eyes as I poured it upon the crystal. Smoke began to rise and tickled my face causing me to open my eyes and step back.
The deep purple almost black liquid seeped into the crystal, invading every little crack; seeking its way to its intended patient. The crystal began to bubble and fade away causing more smoke to rise. We looked on in wonder and hope. The liquid penetrated her decay flesh and reversed the decay; giving it new life. There she was the same old Keaira we recognised only her skin still held a tinge of grey. We looked at each other in panic. What if it was not enough? We waited. I held my breath.
Colour slowly started filling her legs; passing up past her white gown and filling her arms and then up to her checks. I edged closer, daring my eyes to change the story that they see before them. Her eyeballs fluttered underneath her tanned eyelids. Her short curly golden brown hair, now longer, was sprawled across the rocky slab. A few curls were caught across her cheek, I gently brushed them away and her eyes flittered open. We were all stunned into silence at our success. Her hazel eyes stared at us; taking us all in.
"Hi guys", she said her voice husky from the lack of use.