2 Years

Being a Prophet

I saw my hand writing on some paper. I picked it up and tore it up hoping what I wrote wasn't that bad.
"Are you ok?" Cas asked.
"I am fine just shaken," I said. "They made me write something though."
I handed the paper to Saraqael. We all walked back to the hotel. Cas followed me and Saraqael into his room.
"There is something wrong with this town," I said angrily. "But did Dean listen? Oh no he just told me to do for a walk. They witches got me and made me write something!"
Sam looked at me. My eyes flashed with anger and I knew he could see it. Saraqael sat down at the only table in the room and assembled the pieces of paper. I heard a gasp.
How bad? I sent to her.
"On a scale of 1 to 10 it's an 11 cause either way someone dies," she said.
I screamed, I was still mad. I made my way to the table and read the paper.
"Dean is sitting still having a drink and a woman walks in. She is not like the rest and Dean buys her a drink..." I trail off.
Everyone is looking at me. Only Saraqael knew that I was a Prophet and that was why I avoided writing. To be honest I didn't know I was a Prophet until I came face to face with my first demon when I was 10. That was the day it had all gone wrong.
"Dean is going to be taken by the witches and they will demand my life in return for his," I said and sat on the floor.
It's all my fault, I thought, another person I care about is going to get hurt.
I just wanted it to end.
"Dean will be fine, Bekah," Sam said, "This is probably just a bunch of lies they made you write."
"Sam, there is something I haven't told you," I said looking at Saraqael. "I am a Prophet and whatever I write will come to pass."
I felt like it was going to end our friendship that I hadn't told them. I stood up and walked to the bar that I knew Dean would be at. I felt their energy before I saw them.
"Leave Dean alone you have me," I said.
"Now we can't have a hunter hanging around now can we," the witch said.
I was so stupid to come here. I knew that it wouldn't change much but I had hoped. I let them take me to the house where I knew that they would kill me. Again I felt that negative energy.
"Bekah?" I heard Dean say. "What did you do to her?"
"Nothing Dean," I said. "I did it to them. Now duck."
The yellow light that ment an archangel was coming started.
"Now tell me why do you think and archangel would be here?" I asked the witches. "Newsflash. I am a Prophet and Saraqael is coming to get us."
I grabbed Dean's hand. He didn't look up but I was watching as Saraqael came in. I looked at her and saw her grace.
I tapped into the energy she was giving off and said, "Makan nama la neki."
The healing that flowed through me went into Dean. He started freaking out and I put my other hand on his head.
"Calm down, Dean, or it will not work," I said.