In The Eyes of The Confessor | A Destiel Fanfiction | Supernatural

Chapter 14

Of course, no one had a ouija board. But Dean had seen movies, lots of movies, and it was safe to say he learnt a thing or two that was worth a try. The first few attempts were bogus; they tried all closing their eyes, and calling for the spirit of Christopher to show himself to them; nothing. They tried chanting something in Latin (Sam had learnt a little at uni, and roughly translated something about wanting to understand Christopher's intentions); also nothing.

"I feel like we need something more." Charlie said, biting at her bottom lip. "He's not just going to come. We need to give him something, offer something."

"I sure as shit hope you're not suggesting we do a sacrifice." Jo exclaimed, holding her hands up in a I'm-out-of-this gesture.

"No, of course not." Charlie tutted, and went into the kitchen. "But we all want to reach out, right?" She came back out of the kitchen with a small serrated knife, and everyone shifted uneasily. "I think I remember seeing something like this on YouTube."

"I really am getting too old for this shit." Dean grumbled, but took the knife from Charlie's hand.

They all stood in a circle in front of the fireplace and reached their hands into the middle of the circle. Dean held the knife in his hand, turning it over a few times, trying to clear his mind.

"Uhh, I guess everyone should think about Christiopher?" Charlie offered when Dean looked at her for the next step.

"How? We don't even know what the bastard looks like." Jo scorned and Charlie bumped her shoulder.

"Whatever he looks like in your head, just think of that. Think of his story."

The group shuffled around a little bit, and then Dean reached forward with the knife, running a small cut through the palm of everyone's hand. It hurt like a bitch when Dean did his own, but he knew it was necessary.

"Now, hold hands with the person next to you." Everyone did what Charlie said. Dean could have laughed; it felt like he'd stepped into some cringey 90s horror movie, but he pushed the thought away and tried to focus on Christopher's story.

"Okay, we're all connected. Now all we need to do is reach out." Charlie said, and the room fell into a calm silence as everyone started trying to concentrate on the thought of Christopher. Dean tried to imagine what it might have felt like to go insane, to think so badly about your friends... to end up being killed by them.

"Now." Charlie whispered. "Try calling out to him now, Dean."

Dean cleared his throat. "Christopher. Can you hear me?"

There was nothing for a few seconds, just the sound of breathing from the group. Dean was just about to open his mouth to speak again when the windows of the cabin started to rattle. It was like they were going to smash. Dean grabbed this opportunity and raised his voice. "Christopher, we are summoning you here to speak with us."

The rattling got louder, and it felt as though the whole cabin was starting to tremble.

"I think it's working!" Jess cried out over the noise, encouraging Dean to carry on.

"Christopher, speak with us! We are summoning you here with us–"

The windows smashed, and everyone let out a scream.

"Keep your hands together!" Charlie shouted, and everyone made sure they were still connected. They couldn't lose this chance.

Wind blew through the cabin, whipping their hair into their eyes and sending stray bits of paper fluttering around them. Dean heard Cas gasp next to him, and he looked over. Cas was wincing, letting out short breaths, ragged. His face was bleeding, a shard of thick glass lying at his feet. Glass from when the windows blew in must have got him. Dean gritted his teeth, tempted to stop the whole damn thing, but took a deep breath before carrying on. This needed to happen. This needed to succeed.