Pamela opened the door. Whe was in her thirties, strong and beautiful with a ready smile. "Bobby!" Pamela grabbed Bobby into a hug, lifting him briefly off the ground.
"You're a sight for sore eyes," Bobby greeted.
Pamela stepped back and looked Sam, Dean, and Isabelle up and down appraisingly "So, these the boys and mystery girl?"
Isabelle looked up in shock at being mentioned.
"Sam, Dean, Isabelle. This is Pamela Barnes," Bobby introduced "best damn psychic in the state,"
"Mmm-mmm-mmm." Pamela hummed "Dean Winchester. Out of the fire and back in the frying pan, huh? Makes you a rare individual,"
"If you say so," Dean said.
"Come on in," Pamela ushered the group inside.
"So, you hear anything?" Bobby asked.
"Well, I Ouija'd my way through a dozen spirits. No one seems to know who broke your boy out, or why,"
"So what's next?"
"A séance, I think. See if we can see who did the deed,"
"You're not gonna...summon the thing here," Isabelle wondered.
"Don't worry sweetheart. I just want to get a sneak peek at it. Like a crystal ball without the crystal,"
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Pamela spread a black tablecloth covered in symbols over a small table.
Isabelle fidgeted warily as the voices around her seemed to become louder with excitement.
Dean cocked his head as Pamela squatted in front of a cabinet, revealing a scrawled tattoo across her lower back that reads: Jesse Forever. "Who's Jesse?"
Pamela laughed "Well, it wasn't forever,"
"His loss,"
Pamela stood with several pillar candles in her hands, stopping in front of Dean with a smirk "Might be your gain,"
Dean turned to Sam and lowered his voice "Dude, I am so in,"
"Yeah, she's gonna eat you alive," Sam laughed.
"Hey, I just got out of jail. Bring it,"
Pamela winked at Sam "You're invited too, grumpy,"
"You are NOT invited," Dean hissed as he and Sam followed Pamela to sit around the table, which now had six lit candles in the center.
"Right. Take each other's hands," Pamela instructed "And I need to touch something our mystery monster touched," she slid her hand along Dean's inner thigh, causing him to jump.
"Whoa." Dean proclaimed "Well, he didn't touch me there,"
"My mistake," Pamela mused.
Dean pulled up his left t-shirt sleeve to reveal the brand.
Sam stared at it in shock.
Pamela laid her hand on the brand. "Okay." she closed her eyes, the group following suite "I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle,"
A television flicked on to static as Pamela continued to speak.
"I invoke, conjure, and command...Castiel? No. Sorry, Castiel, I don't scare easy,"
"Castiel?" Isabelle voiced, the name sounding familiar.
"Its name." Pamela explained "it's whispering to me, warning me to turn back,"
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The Whispers of the Devil
Fiksi PenggemarThe only company Isabelle's had is of that of the whispers in her head. That is until the voices lead her to a forest where one Dean Winchester is buried. Whenever she's around him, the voices are silent an opposite reaction when she meets Sam Winch...
