This is the final chapter of Singer's Summer and I hope you guys have enjoyed reading it as much as I have enjoyed writting it for you. Thank you so much for the reveiws, it really has meant a lot to me to have your support, ideas and kind words.
There will be a sequal, but I have promised to co-write a Covenant story and I have a lot of work to do on my Twilight fic, so keep your eyes peeled.
Once again my most sincere grattitude to Davids-Gurl222 and .x, you are the most wonderful readers a writter could ever hope for, much love and thanks goes out to you both.
Here it is, the last chapter. It was very hard to write the last part as it is something that has hit close to home recently, so please be gentle.
Chapter Fifteen,
Darcy drove on and on and onwards to her fathers, the usual two hour journey took her and hour, she didn't slow down. She ran red lights and over-took everything in her path. She was shaken and nauseaous.
Darcy had not yet allowed what she had seen earlier in the evening to sink in to her memory or brain.
It did not seem logical and there fore it was non-existant until proven otherwise by her father.
When Darcy got out of the car, the lights were off and he fathers car was not in its usual place.
Still Darcy got out of the car and walked to the front door, the porch light flickered on as she moved and unlocked the dorr with her spare key.
Stepping inside, she turned on the hall light and noticed a huge change to the house in an instant; it smelt old and dusty, and the floor and the sides of the bottom three steps of the staircase were littered with old and heavy discoloured books.
Darcy allowed currisoty to take over and she moved around the downstairs rooms of the house, the dining and kitchen area were the same as the landing, but on the dining table the books were kept company by something else. A gun.
Not just a hunting riifle, but a Silever gun with strange filigre on the metal and the handle appeared to be made of ivory. There was a small open wooden box of bullets, they looked silver.
The book that caught the young womans eye was the book that lay open by the gun and its accompanying box.
The page one page had an illustration of a man looking like he was in pain, standing in a cirlce and a grey shadow comming out of his mouth.
Darcy read the text and gasped in shock, it was about possesion. She had seen the Exorcist movie with Vicky on Halloween a few yeas ago and that movie did not contain anything pretty like flowers and ponies. It was about death, and the destruction of the human soul.
Darcy read the passage that sat on the page next to the picture. It instructed that possesion can kill but if the person stands in a cirlce known as a Devils trap it can do no hamr to any other live being and can be expelled from the body.
Darcy turned the page and it revealed an incantation she could not understand, she assumed it was Latin, she remembered how the preist in the awful movie had spoken in Latin to the possesed child.
Darcy moved over to another book which had a marker in the middle.
The picture looked like what had been in her basement. John had called it a Jhe.
Darcy shuddered and drank in the picture and paragraph on the demon. It was definatley real, and that was terrifying.
She closed the book shut and turned around to go to the door, she saw she was no longer alone.
Her father stood on the door way, arms crossed, his beard longer than it had been not long ago, still wearing hs favourite trucker hat she had bought him as a fathers day gift three years ago.
"Darcy-" He bagan, concerned his daughter was here and that she had seen the books and the gun.
Darcy lifted her face to look in to her fathers eyes. Bobby uncrossed his arms and looked at his daughter and the look of concern changed in to one of shock and horror. Those bruises, the cuts.
"They're all real aren't they? The monsters in the stories?" She asked quitley, still shaking.
Bobby nodded.
"Darcy, who did this to you?" He walked over to his daughter and went to out his arms around her, it hurt him deeply when she pulled away and took a step back.
"It was Miller, a Jhe had taken over his skin to get to Sam." She said bluntly.
Bobby was taken a back by the knowledge his daughter had just shown him to have.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner dad? Is this what broke in to our house and killed mom?"
"Baby it's a long story. Let me look at your face." He stepped closer to his daughter to try to help her, she stepped back again.
"I need to know. How many lies have you told me?" Tears threatened to expell from her eyes so she wrapped her arms around herself in the vain hope it would keep her calm.
"Sweetheart I was trying to protect you, keep you safe. A demon killed your mother, nearly killed me. I didn't know what it was until after. John killed it and i did everything in my power to learn as much as I could about hunting these damned things and killing them as quickly as I could. I didn't want anything to ever hurt you." He explained, wishing Darcy would let him comfort her.
"Is that why you sent me away?" Her voice sounded so small. Bobby could see she was just as vulnerable now as she had been as a baby from the hurt and horror that had been forced upon her in such a short period of time.
"Yes. I hoped it would keep you safe."
"How could Sarah ever keep me safe when she never knew what was out there? Or does she?"
"No, she doesn't know. I wanted the both of you not be blind to this and not be burdened. Please, try to understand."
"I would have been safer with you."
Darcy took one last look at her father and walked closer to the front door and was very nearly knocked out of the way when Sam came bursting through it followed closely by John and Dean.
He grabbed Darcy and held her tightly to his chest.
"Get away from me!" She pushed him away from her and stepped back. "You all knew. But you kept me in the dark. Kept me out of your big secret gang. Well thanks alot guys, you did a swell job of keeping me "safe"." She used her fingers to motion inverted commas on the word safe.
"Darcy-" Sam staretd.
"No! Save it, I don't want to know." She walked past the three Winchester's and out the front door. Bobby soon follwed her, vowing he would take better care of his daughter.
"Darcy. Wait baby." He called out to her but she was already getting in to her car.
"I don't want to hear any more lies. I don't want to have secrets kept from me or BE kept a secret any more. I'm leaving. And I won't be back." Darcy got in to her car and quickly spun off on to the road.
She had no idea where she was going or what she was going to do now.
Her family had lied, tried to keep her dafe, but that didn't work.
She had cut off her father and the only boy she had ever loved. How could she trust any one now After everything that happened.
Would the monsters start to come after her too? Would she be able to defened herself? He father hadn't been able to.
Darcy felt that she was no l onger able to rely on any one aprt form herself for safety or any thing else that mattered.
She put her foot down hard on the accelerator. Tears of rage and hurt blinding her vision.
She didn't bother turning her music on, she just took a deep breath and screamed untill she had no more breath, and then took in another deep breath to scream again.
Only the scream that she heard was not hers.
It was the screaming of rubber tyres breaking hard on the concrete road, and the sound of a crash and smash hit hear ears so fast, so hard and so loud it hurt.
Then it all became an empty, vast nothing.
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It was there infront of her, so close she could almost touch it, and yet so delicate, it could dissapear in an instant if she did.
What was this playing out infront of her?
The older girl was her, and she was sat on a blanket in a meadow, a baby beside her in a carry seat. The older version of Dacry looked hapy, she smiled and cooed at the baby.
The younger version of Darcy heard a bark and laughter. She followed the head of the older version of her as she looked ahead, looking straight through the young Darcy as if she were invisible.
It was warm and sunny, she could hear birds singing in the background and running water, possibly from a stream bear by?
Young Darfcy could see an older version of Sam, her only love. He was swinging a little boy in the air, and a Golden Retreiver bounced around at his feet. Sam and the little boy were laughing merrily, so was the older Darcy.
Young Darcy smiled, this was her future? If it was, then how was she seeing it now and not living it? Feeling it?
The sounds of laughter and barking, birds and water, were replaced by the loud and echoing sounds of sirens screaming at her.
Darcy felt a a pair of hands on her shoulders, shaking her.
She blinked, and what was now infront of her made her stare in shock and horror.
Her car was a mangled wreck, and there was a jeep crushing the front of her bumper, making the once sleek BMW look like an old toy that had been chewed up and spat back out but a hungry dog.
A paramedic stood with his hand on Sam's shoulder, and Bobbys hands were on hers.
She was in the car still, glass metal shrapnol all over her, her face covered in blood. Her eyes were wide open but they were empty, haunting.
Her father was sturggling to hold her shoulders, waker her up. He was crying.
Darcy looked on, numb. What had she done?
She walked over to her father to tell him she was ok, that what was infront of him wasn't real. But not matter how hard she tried to touch him or how loud she shouted at him, he did not see he, hear her or feel her.
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"Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle Atumn rain.
When you wake from sleep in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die."
Mrs. James's voice softly filled the small church and gently filled the ears of the congregation that had filled the pews. Vicky, Sarah, Bobby, Sam, Dean and John sat the front facing the shining white coffin infront of them.
It was covered in white roses and ivy.
Bobby held Sarah's hand as tear swiftly but silenty slid down the cheeks and on ot their laps. Dean was had his arm around Vicky holding her as tight as he could, his other hand on his broken brothers arm. John sat the other side of his youngest son and held his hand to comfort him.
The last thing contact he had with his darling Darcy was filled with hurt, fright and anger.
As Dean fought hard to keep the tears back, his last thoughts were of how he should have gotten there sooner, blocked her car in so she couldn't leave.
Vicky could only concentrate on her last memory of Darcy, being in the her car on Sam's lap sleeping off the drug that had been slipped on to her drink.
Bobby tried so hard to forget how he let his only daughter slip out away from him. He should have forced her to sit down so he could see her wounds. He had let her down. He would never foget hearing the loud crash as he drove down the road hoping to catch up with Darcy. Instead of finding a stranger in the magled wreckage, he had found his Darcy, broken beyond all repair.
Sarah was struggling to control her tears. Her neice, the last connection to her sister, her only family, was gone. Sarah agonised how she didn't think to tell her neice she loved her before she left for business, and now she would never get the chance.
"Now, we lay our sister, Darcy Anne Singer to rest in the hands of our Lord and Father, and pray he lead her in to his kingdomw, where we will see her again." The preist said, his eyes scanning the front pew at the young girls broken family. Such a short life and such a tragic death. And now she had decades to wait until she was reunited in Heaven with those whom she loved and held so cloesely again, he thought to himself. This was an example of the time where he had lost his faith in his God and felt anger.
Hallelujah, sung by Jeff Buckley began to play out to the people in the church. The large projection screen began a slideshow of pictures chosen by Darcy's friends and her family.
As people watched and recognised themselves in the pictures with their class mate and friend, the tears began to turn in to salty rivers which could be stopped by no force of this earth.
Pictures Dean recognised from the frist time he went to Darcy's house came up on the screen, thena picture he had taken of her and Vicky when they were laughing as Darcy and Sam told them about their bowling experience. Vicky placed her free hand over her eyes and Dean pulled her in close and kissed the top of her head.
The next picture was of Bobby and Darcy taken a few days after the summer had began, they were both wearing trucker hats, an arm around eachother giving a thumbs up to the camera, big smiles on their faces.
A picture of Darcy and Sarah was next. It was the one Vicky had taken on their first day back to school, then the picture of Vicky, Sarah and Darcy, the one Vicky had set up the timer on the camera to take, the one she thought she didn't have.
Then it was the picture Sam had on his mirror, the one of him and Darcy together hugging in the floor by the sofa, the picture he was going to frame and give her for Christmas.
The last picture came up, it was the last one taken of Darcy. She was stood by the rose bush in her aunts garden, looking for the perfect rose to pick, smelling the scent of the beautiful, velvety red flowers.
The preist nodded to John, who stood up, followed by Dean, Sam and Bobby. They went over to her coffin and picked it up, and walked out. Sarah and Vicky were next, walking behind the coffin, arms around eachother for comfort.
Slowly the congregation follwed and walked silently down to the spot Bobby and Sarah had picked next to her mother.
The music could no longer be heard, no bird song either, just silence.
As the coffin was laid to rest in the ground, her family and friends took it in turns to place a red rose in to Darcy Singer's final resting place.
As the rain began to gently fall, drop by drop, Sam and Bobby were the last ones left at the grave side.
"It's quiet." Bobby began. "My baby doesn't like the quiet." The tired and worn man placed his hands over his face and let the pain run free. Sam stood silently and looked down at the coffin, not fully beleiving his Darcy could really be in there.
John and Dean walked over, Dean pulled Sam away and walked over to Vicky and Sarah where he was taken in to a large hug from the older woman, and they began to cry in eachothers arms, unable to hold it in any longer.
Dean walked Vicky out of the church yards and held her while she stayed silent and numb.
John remained at the grave with his friend, and placed a hand on his shoulder. Bobby leaned in to John for support, the only thing holding him back from retreiving his daughter from the ground were the strong hands of the other man.
"I tried to make a deal John." The broken father managed to stutter.
John nodded, he knew people were capable of anything when they were thrown in to the turmoil of hurt and loss.
"They said I couldn't bring her back, because she wasn't in Hell. "
Bobby pulled away from his friend and looked up at him.
"Where is she John?" He asked, unable to think of any other place he could be.
"I don't know Bobby." John shook his head and took a few steps back, leaving his friend to say his final goodbye.
Bobby turned back to look down upon his where his daughter would spend the rest of physical time.
"Goodnight baby, sweet dreams." He turned and left.
Bobby had lost all beleif in Heaven. The only thing he had ever encounterd was demons and evil, and he always sent them packing to hell.
Little did he know, where there is a down stairs, there is an upstairs.