I go to bed early that night. Sam and Dean are just bugging me crazy with how much they're concerned about me. Dean's the worst of the pair. I mean, it's sweet and all, and I appreciate that they care. But there is a certain point where you just, well, go completely insane. I tell them to stop worrying so much-that it's getting on my nerves.
They say that they'll back off a little, but that doesn't work out for both of them. Sam almost keeps his promise, which I really appreciate. At least I know that he's trying. Dean, on the other hand, is a completely different story. It's almost as if he's trying to do the exact opposite. He becomes more annoying, by a lot. "Dean, I swear to god. I am going to kill something if you ask me if I'm okay one more time," I end up saying.
Again, he promises that he'll back off. Then, he doesn't. He keeps bugging me, and I snap eventually. He asks me if I'm okay, and I just give him this fake smile and stand up. I walk over to the weapons/practice area in the bunker. Then, I take a gun and shoot the crap out of the target. Then, I use throwing knives and mutilate the 'corpse' even more.
When I come back into the living room, Sam and Dean just stare at me like I did something completely out of the ordinary. "I told you," is all I say. Then, I walk into my room and close the door, not being particularly loud, but just loud enough.
When I wake up the next morning, I feel oddly rested and I have this weird feeling. I don't know how to explain it with anything other than enlightenment. Like not the religious crap, but I feel like a great veil had just been lifted off my eyes. It's rather strange, but it feels really good.
I get up and look through my wardrobe, more out of ancient habit than anything else. Then I realize that I have three outfits, and nothing else. It's a little bit depressing, but it's happened almost every day this week so I get over it quickly.
After I run my fingers through my incredibly choppy and messed up hair, I walk down to the living room, where Sam and Dean really seem to live. Dean is making breakfast. (I swear, does the dude ever do anything but make food?) Then, I see something that looks like a trick of the light. It's like there is a giant rainbow person inside him. At first, I think that there's no way that I'm seeing what I think I'm seeing.
Then, I look over at Sam. Inside of him, there're some things that find rather strange. Mostly it's a swirl of colors-mostly earth tones and vibrant reds and blacks. But, I can swear that I see images of moose worked into the swirl of colors. Also, blood. Dean's just a rainbow, which I find rather strange. Of course, worked into the rainbow, I see certain images. Just memories, I think.
"Why are you a rainbow and why is Moose, well, a moose?" I ask. Dean looks at me like I'm crazy. Sam looks at me the same exact way, except I see a swirl of resent in his moose and color blob. Resent looks kind of orangish blackish red. It's a bit hard to explain, but I can tell immediately that the color swirl entering is resent. "You know, Sam, you really shouldn't get so irritated when a little girl calls you moose. I'm only stating facts," I say brightly.
Sam rolls his eyes, and Dean just gives me this look of 'whatever.' "Anyway, you look like a rainbow, Dean," I say. Confusion creeps into the rainbow.
"What is that supposed to mean?" he asks me.
"I mean, there is a rainbow inside of you. Almost like the black smoke that I saw in Crowley, except a rainbow. Sam's the same way, except moose and earth tones and red," I explain.
"Wait, you can see my soul?" Dean asks me.
"If your soul is a rainbow, then, yeah," I say.
"Haha, your soul's a rainbow, Dean," Sam says tauntingly.
"Your soul is filled with moose images, Sam. Don't judge the skittle soul," I say, trying not to laugh. Dean laughs a little at the whole 'skittle soul' remark.
"Well, there is one way to find out if she's truly seeing our souls. Cas would know," Sam points out.
Dean shrugs. "Yeah, I suppose so. I wonder where he is," he muses.
I hear a woosh and I see the man in the trench coat. I can see his true form, as well. It's this magnificent and beautiful creature. But, it's also way too big to fit inside his human vessel. Like trying to fit an elephant into a jewelry box. "You called," Cas says. I can't help but smile. Dean barely asked Cas to come, and here he is.
"Is it possible for a human to see souls and true forms?" Dean asks.
Cas thinks for a moment, which I don't take as a good sign. "I suppose it is possible. I've never heard of it happening, though," he says.
"Would you be able to tell if that's what she's seeing?" Dean asks.
Cas nods. "Yes. For example, if she were to see Sam's soul, she would see earth tones and red and black, combined with images of moose. Your soul is more like a rainbow," he says.
Sam and Dean look at each other, as if Cas just made some huge revelation. "I told you so," is what I say.
"If you can truly see the true form of someone, what does my true form look like?" Cas asks me.
I have a hard time not laughing. "Well, it's like someone tried to shove the incredible hulk into a hat box," I say. Cas doesn't understand the reference, but Sam and Dean do. "The incredible hulk is this giant green man," I explain. Cas nods, although he's still confused. "Also, your true self is beautiful. Magnificent, even. A true work of god," I say to make things a little bit clearer for everyone.
"There is also one more part about seeing a human's soul. Can you tell me what that is?" Cas asks.
For a little while, I've got no clue what he's talking about. Then I look over at Dean and I can see curiosity combined with confusion brimming in his soul. "You can see their emotions," I end up saying.
Sam and Dean both get a little bit of bright pink embarrassment and yellow surprise. I look over at Cas, who laughs a little. "Well, I guess you can see it, then. That is truly incredible. I wonder if you could tell the difference between humans and vampires and such," Cas says.
"It would be cool if I could. Can you?" I ask Cas.
"No, I can't," he says, which honestly surprises me. "This is only because humans and vampires have such a similar soul that it's hard to tell the difference. Sometimes, I can see a slight difference based on emotions, but that's very rare," he explains when he realizes my surprise. It takes him a lot longer than it should, considering the fact that he can see my soul and see my emotions.
"So you're saying this entire time you've been able to see my emotions?" Dean asks Cas, clearly on edge. Cas nods. Dean looks like he thinks he's screwed, which makes me smile.
Cas leaves a few minutes later, after explaining a few things about my new gift. Basically, it has a pretty good use-I can spot demons just by looking at them. I can also tell when someone is turning evil-black is the color of evil. If I see any of that in a soul, I know that I shouldn't trust that person. I should probably run, if anything.
I spend a lot of the rest of the day staring at Sam and Dean, trying to decipher their emotions. Watching souls change color is very interesting. It's like watching a movie, almost, except it's also a bit of a game. By the end of the day, they are completely freaked out, but I can see them thinking about my gift. Dean is skeptical about it, and Sam sees a lot of use in it. Dean, by the end of the day, knows that it is useful. He's still worried though, for some reason. I decide that I'll figure out why soon. Combined with the ability to see souls and my natural talent of reading people, I know I can.