Sam stormed passed Dean's door on his way to John's room, and after glancing briefly at Dean, I jumped up to follow him. It was clear he was pissed about something, and I was curious what it was. John looked up at us as we came in, but no one said anything while Sam silently fumed.
"You're quiet," John addressed his son.
"Did you think I wouldn't find out?" Sam blew up, throwing the duffel he was carrying onto the bed angrily.
"What are you talking about?"
"The stuff from Bobby, you don't use it to ward off a demon, you use it to summon one. You're planning on bringing the demon here, aren't you? Having some stupid macho showdown?!"
"I have a plan, Sam."
I got angry then, snapping at John.
"Seriously? Dean is dying, and you have a plan? What the hell is wrong with you? Do you really care more about killing that stupid demon than saving your own son?"
"Neither of you can tell me how I feel," John glared at us. "I am doing this for Dean!"
"How?" Sam demanded. "How is revenge going to help him? You're not thinking about anybody but yourself. It's the same selfish obsession!"
"You know, it's funny. I thought it was your obsession, too! That demon killed your mother, killed your girlfriend. You begged me to be part of this hunt. Now, if you'd killed the damn thing when you had the chance, none of this would have happened."
"It was possessing you, Dad. I would have killed you, too."
"Yeah, and your brother would be awake right now."
"Go to Hell," Sam snarled.
"I should have never taken you along in the first place. I knew it was a mistake, I knew I was wrong-"
John was cut off as a glass of water that was sitting on his tray flew off by itself, falling to the floor with a crash. Sam and John both stared at it then each other in confusion, but I looked at a spot right next to it, where someone would have to be standing to knock the glass over. I noticed a dull ache start to form in my gut, faint but present, and swallowed hard. Suddenly, nurses and doctors started running down the hallway in the direction of Dean's room.
"No," I breathed.
"Something's happening out there," John noted.
Sam and I left the room, heading down to Dean's room where the nurses and doctors were gathered around the bed resuscitating him.
"All clear."
"No," Sam whispered.
"Still no pulse."
"Okay, let's do it again, 360."
"Charging."
Sam and I fidgeted by the doorway, both crying while we watched them work. I shivered, furrowing my brow in confusion. A moment later, the monitors slowed and quieted.
"We have a pulse. We're back into sinus rhythm."
I glanced to my left at the empty spot next to me, feeling another cold spot.
"Sammy, come on," I told him, dragging him back toward John's room.
"Ellie, what is it?"
"I'll explain when we get to John's room."
When we walked back in, John looked up expectantly. We told him about Dean's resuscitation and then I took a deep breath, explaining how I kept feeling something whenever I was near Dean's room.
"Felt something, like your gut instinct thing?" Sam asked.
"No, no, that's been quiet since we faced the demon. This... this feels like Dean. Like he's around still. It's mostly cold spots, like a spirit or something. But I also thought I heard something during the resuscitation... Do you think his spirit could be around?"
"Anything's possible," John nodded.
"Well, there's one way to find out," Sam added.
"Where are you going?" I asked him.
"I gotta pick something up. I'll be back."
"Wait, Sam," John called and Sam turned back. "I promise not to hunt this demon. Not until we know Dean's okay."
Sam nodded, and then it was just me and John left.
"Your instincts..." John began. "They kicked in when we were dealing with the demon?"
"Yeah, they got really intense right before we came to get you. I could barely function because of the pain at one point. But it hasn't really acted up since. There was something faint when the glass flew off the tray earlier. I think that was Dean, getting frustrated. He hates it when you two fight."
"Yeah, he does. Why don't you go be with him while you wait for Sam to get back. I'd like to get some rest."
"Of course," I nodded.
I left the room, heading down to be with Dean again.
"Alright, Winchester. I have a feeling you're around, and I'm pretty sure Sam left to get an Ouija board so we can try to reach out to you, and when he gets here, you better not make any cracks about being at a slumber party, or I swear, I'll kick your ass."
I could practically hear Dean's chuckle and see his eye roll at my words as he dismissed me.
"Yeah, whatever, Ellie Bear."
A few minutes later, Sam entered with a brown paper bag. Sure enough, inside was an Ouija board which he laid out on the floor.
"Do you wanna do it, or should I?" he asked me.
"I don't care," I shrugged.
He nodded, sitting cross legged by the board and placing his hands on the pointer.
"Dean?" he asked. "Dean, are you here?"
There was a tense moment where nothing happened, and then the pointer slid over to the word 'yes'. Sam let out a laugh and I smiled a little.
"It's good to hear from you, man. It hasn't been the same without you."
"Damn straight," I muttered, smirking when I realized it was something that Dean and I would most likely say in unison.
Just then, the pointer started moving again under Sam's fingers, spelling out a word.
H-U...
"Hunt? Hunting? What are you hunting?" Sam asked.
Again, the pointer began moving, spelling out another word:
R-E-A-P-E-R.
"A reaper? Dean, is it after you?" I asked.
The pointer moved up to 'yes', and I swore under my breath. This whole ordeal was reminding me too much of Dean's heart attack scare.
"If it's here naturally, there's no way to stop it," Sam stated forlornly. "Man, you're um..."
I could picture Dean finishing the sentence:
"I'm screwed, Sam."
"No, no there's gotta be a way. There's gotta be a way," Sam muttered, standing to pace. "Dad'll know what to do."
He hurried from the room, and I sighed, coming over to sit in front of the board.
"I swear, if you make fun of me for this..." I trailed off, not knowing exactly what to say.
I reached out, placing my hands on the pointer, but still not speaking, trying to form a coherent thought. As I sat there, the pointer began moving under my fingers.
I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U-T-O-O.
I just stared at the spot across from me, tears welling up in the corners of my eyes.
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Dawson's Daughter | {BOOK 1}
Fiksi Penggemar-BOOK 1 IN THE DAWSON'S DAUGHTER SERIES- ___ She was just a supplier's daughter. But not just any supplier. James Dawson, a name loved and respected both in her home town, and in the hunting community. They were her best friends until they stopped c...
