"So, will you help me?" Jezebel asked the two young men standing in front of her. She worriedly twisted her fingers in and out of each other; she looked into Deans blue eyes, hers silently pleading. Dean and Sam didn't answer; Sam quickly glanced at his brother looking for an answer. "Please, I can't do it by myself." She said while the fear of them leaving played behind her words.
"Yeah, we'll help you." Sam told her reaching for her arm before he remembered she was a spirit. With a smile she watched the surprise and confusion crawl across his face as his hand actually held her arm.
"I can make myself seem pretty real, you have to do something with your spare time, and I have done a lot of practicing while waiting for you two." She said as Sam removed his hand from her arm.
"Wait you knew we were coming?" Dean asked.
"Well in a way yes, I'm not a psychic. However psychic see things because of their connection to the spirit world, I am a part of the spirit world so I know a thing or two, about you." Jezebel said turning around looking out the window. "If you're going to help me we need to go now." She said grabbing Sam's arm and rushing out the door they had come in.
Sam followed her without resistance. Dean paused for a moment as his brother was pulled out the room but reluctantly went after Sam. Dean tailed them as they went down the stairs, through the hallway and to the door. As Sam opened the door the strong smell of fresh peaches washed over them.
Jezebel looked out over the peach trees to see the sun setting in a beautiful rainbow of color. A look of worry covered her face, "We need to hurry." She let go of Sam's hand and took off through the orchard, the sunsets light washed over everything. The breeze pushed her hair about her face much as it had ten years ago.
The peaches on the trees shined brightly with the fiery light of their glow plus the dynamic lighting of the setting dwarf star. The yellow peach leaves fell smoothly around her, the footsteps of the men behind her were cushioned by the late summer grass.
The faux breath entered and left her body fluidly, no panting left her lips unlike the new comers behind her. Suddenly she saw something in the branches up ahead, a small torn piece of cloth. It was from the cloths she had worn the day she had had come to this house.
She slowed down to a lope and looked up at the tree, her body seemed to freeze and go cold. A deadly cold sweeped through her as effectively as a icy front would the orchard. Her 'breath' hitched and caught. The memories of her twin came to the forefront of her mind.
Memories of him had been blocked for so long, held captive by a prison of her anger and fear; a reluctance to face the truth.
"Hey, we going or not?" Dean said as he skidded to a stop beside the female Planewalker. Her frame seemed to flicker, startling him as she faded in and out of focus. Sam shot his brother a look far above her head; his hazel eyes held a level of concern as he thwapped Dean in the arm.
She couldn't look away from the cloth, couldn't seem to bring her mind out of the depths of despair. Her brothers charcoal hair, his nervous laughter, his impish smiles and timid ways, all of them were haunting her.
Suddenly she could see him in her mind's eye, pleading with her to turn back, but of course she had to go in the mansion. Anger and pain welled up as her memories flashed to the scene of when she ran into the room and found him, of falling beside him and screaming at him to wake up.
She couldn't get out; the thoughts were heavy and were weighing her down. Reaching out to the cloth she found that her hand went through it. A sucking sensation was dragging her back to the house, her 'body' flickering.
Turning to the two men she looked up into their eyes and tried to evaporate the last of her pain from her eyes, but it seemed that they saw.
"Is this where…?" Sam asked. She shook her head and tried not to look at the tree, a heavy ache crushed her from the inside out.
"No time, go." She said quietly. The feeling of the vacuum was getting stronger. She wouldn't be able to stay for much longer.
"What, why?" Dean snapped out. His dark emerald green eyes seemed to darken even more, shimmering, dare she say, with a dangerous and dark sexiness. She looked down and struggled to focus her presence to be clearer and more concise.
"You need to go. I can't…to weak." They both seemed to understand by the way they looked at each other. She pointed and quickly muttered of which tree to find; at the far end of the orchard, the tallest peach tree.
That was where they would find her. They both nodded and took off, sprinting past. She turned and looked up at the cloth, agony swelling in her frame. Arching her back she let out an ethereal wale, she flickered for a moment and then disintegrated into thin air.