Genesis • Supernatural

• Chapter Thirty-Seven •

Pamela sat on the edge of Dean's bed, holding one hand to her wound while she leaned on the other.

"Imum vult decipi, ergo decipiatur. Vis, vis, vis." She chanted and got up to move over to the other bed.

Sam quickly appeared next to her to help her.

"Hey, we just got to talk to Tessa, that's all." He said. "Get her to hold off reaping till we get you better."

"I'm pretty sure she's started up again." The psychic replied, blood now pouring over her hand.

Dean took a deep breath and sat up, his verdant gaze darting around the motel room before settling onto the bleeding dark haired woman, who was breathing deeply as she took a drink.

"What happened?" He asked as he got up from the bed.

"Dean, where's Tessa?" Sam asked.

"Pamela, please.." Madelyn pleaded with a frown. "Cami and I can heal you."

"Stop." Pamela said with a stern tone.

"You don't deserve this." The young huntress replied.

"Yeah, I don't. I told you I didn't want anything to do with this." The psychic responded, shifting her attention between the Winchester brothers. "Do me a favour? Tell that bastard Bobby Singer -- to go to hell for ever introducing me to you two in the first place."

She started coughing, further worrying the hunters and huntresses as their frowns deepened.

"Take it easy, Pamela." Dean said softly. "If it's any consolation, you're going to a better place."

The dark haired woman shifted her attention towards the eldest Winchester. "You're lying." She stated. "But what the hell, right? Everybody's got to go sometime."

She released a soft sigh and beckoned Sam closer to her. Swallowing thickly, the younger Winchester moved over and leaned closer.

Pamela moved her face towards his, her lips inches away from his ear. "I know what you did to that demon, Sam." She whispered, feeling Sam's body become rigid as his eyes widened. "I can feel what's inside of you. If you think you have good intentions, think again."

The young hunter pulled away, trembling lightly as Pamela started coughing once more, and Madelyn had a sneaking suspicion she knew what the psychic had whispered to her startled best friend.

The woman leaned her head back against the headboard as a trickle of blood trailed out of her mouth before she went completely still.

"Pamela!" Dean exclaimed but the psychic's head had only lolled to the side, confirming that her soul had been reaped.

Closing his eyes for a brief moment and clenching his jaw, the sandy haired male turned towards his younger brother. "What did she say to you?" He asked.

The shaggy haired male remained silent and looked away.

The younger blonde kept her gaze firmly on her best friend as he couldn't meet anyone's eyes.

She knew exactly what had him spooked.