The Rise of Dawn - Dean Winchester

Chapter 17. What Did I Miss?

Niamh's eyes shot opened, gasping for air and coughing up, she cleaned her airways and welcome the fresh oxygen back into her lungs. She noticed the two brothers standing beside her, holding her shoulders while one of them was petting her back, easing up her cough. Rowena stood in front of the bed, stunned at the scenario, with a book in her hands, getting ready to do magic.

"Rowena?" Sam turned to her, wanting to know what she did and if she succeeded.

"I didn't do anything?" Rowena's voice pitched and she waved her hands in front of her in defensive matter.

"What happened?" Niamh asked with a husky voice as she recovered from a coughing fit.

"Hey, you gave us quite a scare for a minute," Dean said while softening his eyes and plastering a weak smile on his face.

"Was I dead?"

"Uhm--"

"Was I dead?" Niamh repeated sternly.

Dean sighed and bowed his head. "Yeah."

"I figured." Niamh mumbled and laid her head back to rest her beating heart and steady her breathing.

"What happened?" Rowena asked, hugging the spell book over her chest while getting closer to the bed.

"I was in some kind of place between life and death. I met Death, I think?" Niamh explained and narrowed her eyebrows while shrugging her shoulders.

"You met Death?" Dean's voice was filled with confusion as he shifted his posture on the bed, sending a glance to his brother.

"Yeah, she said I came too early. Whatever that means."

The hunters and the witch were listening closely to the girl rambling about her unconscious dream while she was dead for what seemed to her like hours, but it was only a minute for them. Nevertheless, they were filled with fear of it happening again, so they hurried the witch to gather the ingredients for the healing spell before something like that happened again.

"Do you need anything?

"No, I'm fine. It's going to be alright, I guess."

"Sure. We'll be right back. Try and get some sleep."

"Easier said than done." Niamh chuckled and covered her upper body with a sheet covered blanket, taking a deep breath as she watched Sam, Dean and Rowena leave her room.

She heard them discussing something behind the door, but she was too drained of strength to tense and try to hear them. Closing her eyes, her system filled with fear never giving her an opportunity to fall into a peaceful slumber, being frightened of dying again.

As the three of them gathered all the required ingredients for the healing spell, Rowena took one of the strands of Niamh's hair from her brush and mixed them into a bowl. Required words were chanted before the ingredients exploded a light blue color, and smoke started to travel from the library, down to the hall and through the lock of Niamh's door, entering her wounds, nose and ears, relieving her of any pain, any injury and any nightmare that crept inside Niamh's brain. Dean went to check up on her to make sure she was breathing, and he noticed a small smile on her face as here eyes were moving behind closed eyelids, noting that she was in fact dreaming, but it was finally a good dream.

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Niamh's eyes started to tingle and burn making her furrow her eyebrows together and stretch half of her body. Moving a little to one side of the bed, she felt a strong figure on the end of the bed. Before she even opened her eyes in shock, she sent a heavy kick to whatever touched her leg, sending it down to the floor with a loud thud and a groan.