The Future (Supernatural Fanfiction)

Rosemarie

The buzzing of my cell phone startled me awake. My neck and back were both killing me as I was stupid enough to fall asleep on the hotel room's desk rather than the nice, comfy (well, comfy-ish) bed.

All night I have been studying and researching my family history to see if I can find answers on this gift (or curse) that has been plaguing us for generations.

Needless to say, I hit another roadblock...in Liverpool, England.

Anyways, right...the phone.

I checked to see who was trying to call me, but the number kept coming up as "UNKNOWN." Normally I would think that it was some robo bullshit that was trying to call about my "car's extended warranty" (which joke's on them. I don't have a car) but...the "UNKNOWN" came up 7 times.

Suddenly, my phone began buzzing again. I picked up the phone, either preparing to lecture some kind of robot on the other end or if I had to break the bad news to a hunter who knew my parents.

"Hello?" I said.

Silence on the other end. The only thing I heard was breathing. I then picked up the emotions felt on the other end: excitement, terror, nervousness...

Things you don't normally pick up on when you are talking to a robot.

"Who is this?"

"Rosemarie?"

I froze when I heard that voice. It sounded really...familiar. I couldn't quite put my finger to it, but I did know that this was, in fact, a hunter calling me. My parents worked with a lot of hunters back before we went into hiding.

My abilities showed up when I was 15, and because of the dangers people with psychic abilities face when they are most vulnerable, my parents had to teach me to keep my guard up so no demon would have access to me.

"Adjure te, spiritus nequissime, per Deum omnipotentem," I responded, Latin for "I adjure thee, most evil spirit, by Almighty God." I didn't know who was calling me but I wasn't going to take any chances. If a demon was trying to get a hold of me, a phrase like this would be painful to them.

"You definitely improved at the Latin," the person on the other line chuckled, "I remember 5 or 6 years ago you couldn't pronounce anything and it sounded like complete gibberish. Demons would've laughed in your face."

Wait....that voice....

"Dean?? Dean Winchester??"

"Guilty as charged," he said, "Try not to sound too excited there."

I chuckled. "Well, I couldn't recognize your voice at first. Guess puberty finally gave you that lower voice you've been wanting for years."

Dean suppressed a laugh on the other end, trying not to give me the satisfaction for my comment, but I knew he found it funny.

"Can't hide the fact you found in funny, Dean. I can read your emotions far from here just by your tone and it's taking you everything to not laugh," I said.

"Whatever. At least you're still the same smartass that we knew all those years ago," he chuckled, "Anyways, it's good to hear your voice. Sorry I haven't reached out sooner. Things just got a bit...out of hand."

"Life of a hunter, sadly. Anyways...how's John?"

Silence fell through the other end, and I immediately felt a change in moods. One moment, I felt the joy and humor that Dean was feeling. Now there was a sense of...sadness?

"Dean....I felt your emotions change. What happened?"

I heard him gulp on the other end. "My dad...he died," he said.

My heart immediately sank. "Oh my God, Dean, I'm so sorry."

"No...you didn't know," he said, "He...um..."

"Listen, Dean, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," I said, "Just...what's going on? What made you decide to contact me?"

"Right. Well, um that is kind of why I wanted to contact you," he said, "I've been trying to get a hold of your parents but I haven't had any luck with them."

Now it was my turn to have my heart sink. "Dean....my parents are also dead."

"Wait....what?"

"I'm surprised you haven't heard. They died 2 years ago, two weeks after my 18th birthday."

"What the hell happened?" he asked.

"There was a conflict that involved the mediums...But that's a long story. Anyways, it's just me. I've been traveling a bit trying to find out about my family history and how we got our abilities."

"I thought you couldn't pin point it on one specific person or event," he said.

"I thought for a while, too, but I figured I'd trace back to find any documentation or something with reports of my ancestors exhibiting these abilities. Unfortunately, I hit another dead end. I'm in England as we speak."

"Well, I'm not sure if you want to continue chasing this dead end, but if you do, that's completely up to you," he said, "I'm not going to tell you how to live your life. However, if you wish to come back to the states, we could really use your help. Some cases have been getting a bit dangerous and you're really the only medium we knew to reach out to."

Wait...we?

"We? When did you start speaking French?"

"Funny. No, I did mean we. Sam joined the hunt."

I froze in my seat, taken completely off guard. Sam...Sam Winchester...hunting?

"Wait....wha..." I said, "Sam? I....last time we spoke he swore off hunting."

"Yeah, well, he kinda got pulled back in," Dean said, "Yellow eyed demon....paid his girlfriend a visit. Killed her the same way our mom was killed."

What in the actual f*ck.

"You...gotta be kidding me."

"I wish I was. Anyways...Sam joined up and well...he's seeing things...in the future. Some kind of Shining gift or whatever. We think there might be others like him."

"But you guys don't have any powers running in your family," I said, "I remember my dad saying that to your dad."

"Yes...but we think it's somehow connected to the demon," he said, "We don't know how or why...which is why I called. We need your help."

"What do you need me to do? I've just gotten my powers under control and I can't hunt like you two."

"We'll teach you," he said, "But we need to track down these sons of bitches. You can see evil entities, correct?"

"Yes. I can also feel the emotions of the living and dead while also manipulating the emotions to calm the living."

"Can't calm the dead?"

"No, I can't unfortunately. I can't explain it but...they know how to block out their minds if they have them still."

"Of course," he said, "Well, either way, we need your help. So....would you come back to the good old U S of A?"

I wanted to come back.

So badly.

Was I really ready, though? I spent all of my time running and trying to find the answers of my past to the point where I wasn't even sure if I could fight off a demon.

Let alone, THE demon.

I knew Dean was a good hunter. He's been good for as long as I knew him.

What about Sam, though? Did he loose his touch after swearing off hunting, or was it like riding a bicycle for him?

Either way, I don't have much to loose. I know my parents would've wanted me to pick what I felt was best, but even they would know that my true calling was helping track down these bastards.

Besides, they were the ones that killed them in the first place.

"Dean..." I said, "Which airport would you like to meet at?"

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Source: Mtholyoke.edu "The Witching Hours" Demonology: Exorcism