Bobby Singer's Daughter - A Supernatural Fan Fiction

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Six - What's Next?

The next day I'm leaning against my doorframe when Marin comes walking down the hall, she turns around to avoid me but when I call out her shoulders slump realizing that she's caught.

"I'm sorry about yesterday," I say as she comes closer, "it wasn't my place to butt in."

"It's okay."

She leans against the opposite frame.

"Can I ask you something?"

"About?"

"The fire," she looks away, "look I know you mean well, but you have no idea..." I stop her with my words, "you said you didn't start it, I believe you. I can help, Marin, before he tries to hurt you again. Believe me I have ways to make it all stop."

She follows me back into my room while Lucifer leans against the far wall.

"You're worse," she states, "your organs need sleep, you know. Your hair and nails are gonna fall out, and your kidneys are gonna shut down," I pale, "I saw a movie once." She registers the fear and anxiety on my face, "sorry."

This makes Lucifer laugh because he might have some new material to torture me with.

"So, your brother?" I ask, "when did he pass?"

"Last year."

I look left then right as if he's here, "can you see him?" She shakes her head, "so...he just talks to you. I bet at first it wasn't so bad," she nods, "you must have missed him. Did you just hear him at the house?"

"Here too," she admits, "whenever I'm alone. I can always tell he's coming because I get chills."

"You feel cold?" I stand up straighter, "yeah, I mean, you're right. At first it was like...I knew it was crazy, but...I didn't really care. But then he...he started saying he was lonely. And he started to get mad and one day he started yelling, I tried to run but the door was locked and when I turned around the whole room was on fire. I barely got out. How can you help me?"

"Your brother, he's uh stuck here," I rub my face, "we need to help him pass on, so he'll leave you alone."

"For real?"

"Believe me or not but from what you said, he's a ghost, Marin." She raises a brow, "why should I trust you?"

"Do you want to keep looking over your shoulder? Be worried he'll set another fire and actually kill you? Do you want to even leave here sane and happy?" Her eyes are wet with tears. "Your brother – was he cremated or buried?"

"We cremated him."

I drum my fingers against my thigh thinking for a minute then ask, "do you have anything of his? No matter how small could change your life." Her fingers touch a bracelet on her wrist, "he made this for me, with a busted hand too sliced it during archery."

"If he bled on it then that's what's holding him here," I tell her, "which is good for us."

"How so?"

"One more question for you," I say ignoring her question, "any chance in Hell," Lucifer giggles, "you could get a lighter?"

That night Lucifer doesn't taunt me as much but he sure as hell doesn't really let me sleep, he's singing Highway to Hell completely off key and quite loud; I toss and turn in the bed not really sleeping just trying to keep a hold of my sanity to at least help Marin with her problem of her brother haunting her. If I can save her, then that'll make dealing with this crap easier because I saved someone. In the morning the same nurse from before delivers my breakfast which I barely touch because the moment my plastic utensils touch the pancake it begins to bleed, and I blanch feeling myself pale at the sight. As I turn from the food Marin shows up flashing a lighter at me and I grin at her, "where'd you score that?"