The Abysmal Records

The Day After

In the morning, Dean went down to his mom sitting in the kitchen sitting over her laptop, her hair tied up in a bun.

"So how was last night, " she says. "You did not just go to the gas station."

Dean pulls the cereal from off the fridge and looks at the ground. The horror he saw Erebus do last night was not something he wanted to talk about, so he shrugged.

"I just went out, " Dean says, shivering slightly. He poured a bowl and looked over at his mom. In her pajamas; he saw a small ball of light floating next to her. A little orange fairy in a tiny tiger patterned military uniform flew around his mother's head, resting on her shoulders.

He stared at the fairy in wonder, looking around for any other spirits.

"Are you okay?  I never got that grape slushie?" his mom says, waving her hand in front of him.

"Yeah,  we just got distracted," Dean says, putting his bowl in the sink, half full. He takes another look at the fairy on his mom's shoulder, a flash of orange flaring in her eyes as the fairy wove symbols floating toward Dean. He felt a gentle breeze fall over him, relaxing his muscles instantly.

Dean's mom stands up and walks over to him, hugging him tightly.

"You're growing up now, " she says, the fairy on her shoulders wiping her face with tiny exhaustion.

"I'm fine, " Dean mutters, hugging his mom back.

"I can tell something is different, " his mom says, putting him at arm's length.

Dean must have never noticed before but his mom's eyes sparkled with an orange tinge, then he remembered Richard.

'Mom was using magic!' Dean jolted and pulled back, not breaking eye contact.

"I just met some weird people last night, " Dean says, understanding her spell was to calm him down.

"Erebus was new, " she says, walking back to her laptop and sitting down.

"Yeah, " Dean replies. "I might not be seeing him anymore, " he says, stuffing his hands deep in his pockets.

She walks back over to the table and sat down. She looks back to her screen, her hands jabbing across her keyboard.

"Well, if you didn't like him, he wasn't for you, " she says, the fairy on her shoulders weaving symbols around the screen.

Dean stares for a second; the fact he was even seeing his mom doing magic shocked him. How many people were out here doing magic?

Dean takes a step back, thinking back to last night. If he could see these weird apparitions now, last night couldn't be the end of it.

He walks out of the kitchen and runs up the stairs, hoping in the shower.

As the water washed over me, Dean's closed his eyes and thought of Erebus. He could feel Erebus's evil intent, the guilt of summoning him filling him with dread. Dean placed his hand over his heart, symbols of gold and blue surface as purple light began to flash behind his eyelids.

As he stepped out of the shower a chill went through his bones. Wrapping in the towel, looking in the mirror, running his hands through his curls. He cracks a crooked smile, his eyes flaring purple.

Fear ran through him as he saw Erebus standing in the background, the mirror shattering as a raw force pushed him into the tub.

Dean looked down at his hands, shaking with anxiety. Could Erebus be out to get him? He stood up and ran into his room, throwing on some blue jeans and a black sweater quickly. Putting on his shoes, he walked back into the bathroom to clean up the glass to find it wasn't broken.
When he stood in front of the mirror a black shadow seemed to hover over him, his eyes flaming purple. His phone rang, shaking him out of a trance. It was Nate, a friend from high school.

"Hey, you want to go grab some coffee?" his voice ringing through the phone.

"Ahh, " Dean looks at himself, the shadow hanging over him and the purple flaming eyes kinda deterring him from wanting to go out.

"Come on, " Nate says, "Ill pay and I know the perfect place."

Dean shrug's and he pulls up his hood, he ran down the stairs. His mom sitting at the table, she looks up as he walks in. She starts in surprise before softly smiling.

"You be safe now, " she says, "I'll be on the post when you get back so don't wait up."

Her eyes flare orange and green as the fairy above her danced symbols in the air, the sigils floating toward Dean. The symbols flared and faded a few feet away, causing her eyebrows to crease.

Dean could feel the energy being twisted by whatever magic was wrapped around him. A spell for protection turned into a shadow of the fairy that weaved it.

The shadow of the fairy flew up and collided with his mom's fairy, losing all the color she held for a second. The fairies eyes flared gold and looked into Dean's eyes. Looking down at the computer she was previously doing magic on, she weaves a symbol of gold and the computer blows up. Dean's mom looks up at the fairy then at me, shock across her face. The fairy laughs and flies out the window.

Dean looks down at the ground and starts walking toward the door.

"I'm going out, " Dean says, the hoarse sound of a voice as an evil chill flows down his spine.
Running out the front door, the sunlight burning his eyes. A headache immediately starts to form as he walks down the street.

Just an average day in Brooklyn, fellow pedestrians began to gather as he turned out of his neighborhood. Dean looks around, everyone focused on themselves and their days. From across the street, he sees a huge red aura coming from in front of a store.

He looks around, then crosses the street.

The source of the red light seemed to be emitting from this one girl, sitting next to her parents. In a little yellow and blue dress, she sat, the images in the light monsters and destruction surround her, the pressure of fear and rage resonating from her aura.

She's looking down at a weird doll in her hand, her parents eating breakfast. Then she looks up at Dean and her eyes flare deep red. Nauseating fear went through him as their eyes met.
Dean falls back, falling over a chair and crawling out of view. He took deep breath and looked around the corner. The girl was playing with her doll, the parents getting up to pay the bill.
Dean got up and walked back across the street, the girl and her weird energy best left alone.
Getting on the train, Dean puts in his earphones as 2000's chill music relaxed him. The words of Ed Sheeran and Coldplay mixing with the hip hop of Drake and Beyonce. His eyes closed, images of Richard flashing in his head.

Dean's stop comes, and he hops off the train. As he walks toward the cafe, he takes a few deep breaths. Nate stood by the entrance of the cafe looking down at his phone.

"Hey, " Dean says as Nate looks up, a big smile forming on his face.

Nate pulls him in for a hug.

"How have you been, dude?" Nate says, pulling him at arm's length.

"Somethings different, " he says, "New hairstyle?"

Dean shrugs and smirks, warming up to his old friend's hyper personality.

Nate walks into the cafe, Dean following him into the store.