The next case, a siren was posing as a stripper. And for some reason, the siren named itself after Disney princesses, who made men kill women near them.
The siren posed as a FBI agent and made Sam and Dean turn on each other.
Me, being me, hadn't gotten any saliva on me, tried to stop them from killing each other. Bobby luckily saved us all (I hadn't any weapons at the time.)
We were sitting in some dinner place, where Dean was messing with the jukebox and Sam was talking with Bobby about something, while I enjoyed my huge box with French fries and a strawberry milkshake. Sam and Dean were a lot more stiffer toward each other after the siren, which I wasn't happy about.
Not that I blamed them, they had said some pretty hard things to each other back there.
"No, no, no, you're right, it's defiantly weird. Okay, Bobby, thanks", Sam said and hung up.
"What's up?" Dean asked and sat down and took a huge bite of his burger.
"Oh, Bobby found something in Wyoming", he told us.
"A job?" Dean wondered.
"Maybe. Small town, no one's died in the past week an a half", he explained and opened his laptop.
I raised my eyebrow.
"So? Just because people aren't dying doesn't it mean that there's a case", I stated.
"Well, it's how they're not dying", Sam said and started his researching on the laptop.
"Uh… One guys with terminal cancer rolls right out of hospice, another guy gets capped by a bigger and walks away with no scratch", he read.
"Capped in the ass?" Dean asked, making me roll my eyes before I popped in a fry in my mouth.
"Police says Mr. Jenkins was shot in the heart at point blank range by 9 mm", Sam continued,
"And he's still tickin'?" I asked astonished.
"Locals are saying it's a miracle", he told us.
"Okay", Dean said simply, taking another bite of the burger.
I tilted my head in confusion, until I understood why he was so nonchalant, the siren incident, when Sam had said he was better off without us.
Even he had been meaning it (which I was sure of), he still stuck around with us. After all, if he wanted to dump us, he'd had done it a thousands times by now. He'd done it before, he could do it again.
Sam didn't seem to understand, it looked like he thought that Dean thought it wasn't important.
"It's got to be something nasty, right? I mean, people making deals or something", he tried.
"You think?" Dean said and took another bite.
"What else would it be?" Sam asked.
"I don't know", Dean and I said this time.
Sam stared at Dean strangely, until he started to pack.
"Alright, get those to go", Sam said.
I slowly started to close the box, but Dean sat where he sat.
"Come on", Sam said to him, but he didn't move a muscle, except the eating muscles.
I rose slowly while holding my box with fries in one hand, my cup with milkshake in one other.
"What?" he asked and looked at Dean confused.
"Sure you want us going with you?" he questioned.
"Why wouldn't I?"
"I don't know. I don't want to be holding you back or something", Dean replied.
Sam looked like he wanted to sigh, but he didn't.
"Dude, I've told you a hundred times, that was the siren talking, not me. Can we get past this?" Sam said and looked at Dean with his puppy eyes.
Those puppy eyes, impossible to resist, I thought, as Dean slammed his burger on the plate.
"Yeah, we're past it."
After talking around with the locals, we figured out that the best way to figure out this was to summon the ghost of the dead boy, the last one to die before this.
I wasn't liking the fact that we're going to kill off the people— good people.
We stood by his grave as we prepared the ritual. I drew the pentagram because I was best at drawing sigils and symbols (not to brag, but after seeing my twin's drawing of a guy with a tattoo), while Sam was fixing the rest and Dean was looking in Dad's journal with the spell.
Seeing something that reminded me of Dad gave me chills. Not because I didn't like him, it was just the fact that the voice had whispered that he hated me, it made me feel slightly sick.
"You sure this is gonna work?" Dean asked while he read the spell.
"No. But if his spirit is around, this should smoke him out", Sam responded, when Dean then closed the book.
"What?" Sam asked, looking confused.
I sat down beside Dean and tried to keep my balance and not fall off the gravestone.
Okay, felt a bit disrespectful, but I had done that before, many times.
"This job is jacked, that's what", Dean stated.
"How so?"
"You want me to gank a monster or torch a corpse, hey, let's light it up, but this? If we fix whatever this is, people are gonna start dropping dead. Good people", Dean argued, which I nodded in agreement.
"Look, I don't want the to die, Dean, but there's an natural order", Sam said and rose.
I snorted annoyed,
"You've got be kidding right?" I said.
"What?" Sam asked.
"Come on, Sam. You don't see the irony in what you said? You, me and Dean are the best examples of unnatural order. All we do is ditch death", I reminded.
If remembered right, each of us had at least died once. Well, Dean and I had died like a hundred times in Mystery Spot, but, that had been the Trickster so…. It didn't count, I guessed.
"Yeah, but the normal rules don't really apply to us, do they?" Sam countered.
"We're no different than anybody else", Dean said.
Sam laughed with no humor in his voice.
" I'm infected with demon blood. You two have been to Hell. Abigail can resist some of the angels' powers and see their true form without burning up. I know you want to think yourself as Joe the Plumber, Dean, but you're not. Neither am I or Abigail. The sooner you accept that, the better off you gonna be", he said.
Dean looked up at the sky and breathed out.
"Ah, Joe the Plumber was a douche", Dean said.
"So you two are gonna help me finish this?" Sam asked sarcastically.
I took a deep breath and rose, when suddenly…
"Hey!"
I looked beside Sam and saw a middle-aged man with a torch coming toward us.
"What are you doing here?"
We all looked at him terrified. When it came to summoning a spirit or something some other fleshless being, we were often quite careful. But apparently not this time.
"Uh, dude, just… take it easy", Sam stuttered.
"What the hell is this?" he said and looked down at our little ritual.
Crap.
"Okay, this— this— this is not what it looks like", Dean said and laughed nervously.
"Really? Cause this looks like devil worship", the man said.
Kind of ironic, being blamed for devil worship when we're kind of trying to stop it, I thought.
"No, sir!" I exclaimed.
"This, is not devil worship. This is… This is… This is… Uh…"
Crap, crap, crap…
"This is a ritual to worship… an angel named… Castiel", I lied and felt proud over my extremely bad lie.
Nailed it.
Sam and Dean looked at me like 'WTF Abigail?', which happened sometimes.
The man didn't seem to believe us. At all.
But if we had been followers of Lucifer, we'd still worship an angel. Just not Cas.
"Look, we're leaving", Sam told him.
"You are not going anywhere", the man said, stepping more closer toward us.
"Ever again, Sam."
We all tensed as his eyes rolled up and only showed the whites.
"Alistair", Dean hissed.
His irises rolled down again and looked at us with smugly.
"I thought you got quite barbecued last time we saw you", I snapped acidly.
"No. Just the pediatrician I was riding. His wife is still looking for him, it's hilarious", Alistair said.
I narrowed my eyes, just wanting to stab him with the knife wherever it was. Thinking someone being worried as hell for their husband is funny…
"Anyway, no time to chat. Got a hot date with death", he added before he flung Dean and I away with his mojo.
And then, I crashed into someone's gravestone and everything just started to spin before it all went black.
"I can't even begin to tell you how crazy you three are", I could hear a woman say.
"Well, Pamela, you're a sight for sore eyes", Sam said.
Pamela? What was she doing?
"Oh, that's sweet, Grumpy. What do you say to deaf people?"
I opened my eyes and immediately felt the headache twisting inside my head. Right, gravestone in the head.
I could see Pamela scowl at my brothers before she turned her eyes— plastic balls— to my direction.
I rose and greeted her with a hug.
"So, what happened with you?" she asked.
"A gravestone in the head. And what are my brothers planning?" I asked and glared at them.
"I'll come to that now. Which one of you brainiacs can up with astral projection?" she asked.
I widened my eyes. What. The. Hell were they planning now then?
"Yo", Dean said and raised his hand, making me glare at him.
"Of course. Chachi. So, let's be clear— you want to rip your souls out of your bodies and take a little stroll through the spirit world?"
"Okay, that's just nuts, guys", I stated.
"Told you that she would say that", Sam muttered to Dean, which I rolled my eyes over.
"Do you have any idea how heavy-duty insane that is?" she said.
"Maybe, but that's where the reaper is", Dean said.
"So it's nuts", I finished, making Pamela nod.
"Not if you know what you're doing", Dean argued.
"You don't what you're doing", Pamela countered.
"No", Dean said and smiled.
"But you do."
I eyed him annoyed while Pamela didn't seem much happier.
Okay, I knew that it had been my idea from the beginning to call Pamela when Anna's memories were hidden.
But I thought Pamela shouldn't be dragged into this, again, for the third time. The first, well, her eyes had burned out.
"Yeah, I do. And guess what? I'm sick at being hauled back into your angel-demon, Soc-Greaser crap", she exclaimed almost angrily.
"Look, I'd love to be kicking back with a cold one, watching 'Judge Judy' too", Dean replied irritated.
"Nice, more blind jokes, thanks Abigail, I appreciate that", she said like she could see that I was glaring at Dean, again.
" You know what I mean. You too, Abigail. We're talking about the end of the world here, okay. No tasseled leather pants, no more Ramone's Cd, no more nothing. We need your help", he said seriously.
Pamela looked at Dean disapprovingly before she ordered us to close the curtains and light some candles.
I did not like this idea, but if that was what it took to save a freaking seal, I would then have to agree. So I did.
"Tell me something, geniuses. Even if you do break into the veil and you find the reaper, how you gonna save it?" she asked.
"With style and class", Dean smirked.
"You're gonna be two walking pieces of fog who can't move or touch anything. You'll be defenseless, dumbasses", I stated.
"I seemed to recall a bunch of ghosts beating the crap out of us", Sam said.
I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, well, unlike you two yahoos, they had time to have a ghost education, while you two will just pop up to save the day with ghost mojo you don't even have trained", I replied.
"Well, then I guess we got to start cramming", Dean said and smirked.
"Wow, a couple of heroes. Alright, lie down, close your eyes", she ordered them.
I sat on a chair between my stupid brothers while Pamela started the spell to get out their souls from their meat.
"Animum vult decipi ergo dicipiatur. Vis, vis, vis", she chanted.
"Okay, guys, that's it. It's showtime", she said to their sleeping looking bodies.
Nothing happened.
"Uh, not to be rude, Pamela, but, did it really work? There's no sparks or unicorns, anything?" I asked.
"Don't underestimate magic without sparks, but yes, it worked", she said and smirked amused.
"So I'm assuming you're somewhere over the rainbow. Remember I have to bring you back", she said and rose.
"I'll whisper the incantation in your ear."
She then bend over Sam's body and whispered something I only could catch up some words.
"You… great ass."
I wished I had never heard it at all.
After some hour, I was pretty damn sure I fell asleep, because I knew I had done this before, a few weeks ago. And I was even more sure since I could see myself as a third person. I stood a few away from them, feeling like what the dude did in 'Ghost' or whatever.
And wow, my hair looked good.
"So if I like someone, I hug them?" dream-Cas said.
Dream-me nodded.
"So, that means, that you like me? Because you hugged me?"
I could see dream-me stiffen, and I knew exactly why.
Why the hell was it so hard with categorizing how you liked someone?
"Yes, I like you, Cas" dream-me answered.
Dream-Cas smiled and looked up at the moon. I wonder what he had thought then, I thought and smiled at seeing him smile.
"It's late, you should get some sleep. I don't know how much you humans sleep, but I think the most of you sleep now", dream-Cas said and got off the hood of the car while dream-me did the same.
Then, like I remembered it, dream-Cas hugged me, which made me wonder a bit.
I had newly said at that time that you hugged someone if you liked them, and then, Cas had hugged me. I still remembered the feeling of his frame against me.
"Goodnight, Abigail", he said before he disappeared.
I watched as dream-me got inside the car and fell asleep, still smiling.
Okay, I had been an idiot for not realizing. I was in love with Castiel.
"Dreaming sweet dreams?" Pamela said when I woke up, still sitting between Sam and Dean.
"Dunno", I said and rubbed my eyes and thanked the above (not really, just an expression) that I hadn't any makeup, or else I would look like a panda.
"Oh, dear. Even if I can't read thoughts, the way your feelings are swimming around, it's something different. You feel confused but there's still this little spark of joy. You can tell me, what is it?" she said and reminded me of high school, where girl talked about boys all the time.
Except me of course, who hadn't had time with a guy since we moved after some week being somewhere, give or take.
I sighed, knowing Pamela wouldn't like it. After all, it had been Cas who burned out her eyes and she still wasn't happy about that, at all.
"Okay, just don't get mad at me for stating this. Look, I know you don't exactly love the God squad upstairs, and I understand exactly why, but, there's something else with Cas— Castiel. He's.. different. He doesn't like hurting people", I began slowly.
"Yeah, he doesn't like hurting people", she muttered.
"He didn't seem to think about it when he burned my eyes out."
I closed my eyes for a moment.
"I know and I totally understand you for saying that. It's just that—"
"You love him", she spoke.
I went silent and looked at her, before I nodded, even I though I doubted she could sense it.
"Yes, I love him. I just… I don't know. He's a freaking angel, and I'm a human. It's crazy", I stated.
Pamela nodded slowly, like she was trying to understand what I just said.
"Just be careful, Abigail. You don't want to end up like me", she said and pointed at her eyes— sorry— eye sockets.
I shook my head.
"I can't", I said.
"Can't what?"
"I can't end up like you, not literally. I could see an angel's true form without burning up and I was immune to the angel Uriel's sleep mojo. I can tell you, there's something with me", I said.
Pamela looked at me, as if she was trying to read me, when suddenly, she rose up, high alert. She closed the window and went inside the bathroom slowly. Sometimes, she could really confuse me.
"I know you're here. What's the matter, you reeking son of a bitch? You afraid of a couple of skirts?" she mocked the thin air and ripped away the shower curtain.
"Pamela, are you okay? What's happening?" I asked worried, before someone hit me in my head, which already had headache.
And it went dark. Again.
Crap.
"Abby, wake up", Sam's voice said, sounding like an echo.
It took some seconds, but I opened my eyes and found Pamela with a drink in her hand and Sam looking at her and me worried.
"What happened?" I asked horrified and rose up, feeling the damn headache pound even harder.
Pamela smirked slightly.
"A damn demon. Don't worry, can't die in this town", she just said.
After around twenty minutes later and after Sam told us what happened, Pamela started to clutch at her stomach, like she was wounded.
Realization dawned upon me. The reaper was saved, which meant people could die, which meant that Pamela was dying.
"Pamela, let us—" I said anxiously as she winced in pain as she walked to wake up Dean.
"No", she said straight and sat down in the other bed, still clutching to her belly.
"Come on, we can convince Tessa to let you go", I pleaded.
"I'm pretty sure she's started up again", she responded and took away a finger to show us.
The wound had started to bleed and it was almost pouring out. Tears started to form in my eyes.
No, not Pamela..
Suddenly, Dean gasped sat up, just to see her bleed and take a drink from the bottle.
"What happened?" Dean wondered.
We didn't answer.
"Dean, where's Tessa?" Sam asked.
"She's…" Dean started and trailed off, giving us the answer
"Pamela, I'm so sorry", I whispered as she took off her sunglasses, revealing her white eyes.
"Stop."
"You don't deserve this."
"Yeah, I don't. I told you I didn't want anything with this. Tell that bastard Bobby Singer to go to hell for ever introducing me to you three", she said and started to cough out blood.
I looked down in shame before looked up again.
"Take it easy, Pamela. If it's any consolation, you're going to a better place", Dean lied.
"You're lying. But what the hell? Everyone's got to go sometime", Pamela panted.
"Abigail, don't worry about anything, sweetie", she said.
I nodded, a tear rolling down my cheek.
She then waved over to Sam to come closer. And when he did, she whispered something in his ear I couldn't make out.
Pamela began to cough harsher, before she went still.
I closed my eyes and felt the stinging sensation of my tears before small sobs escaped. How many people were going to die because of us?