Life As A Winchester Sister: Season 2

Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things Pt. 4

 We knew that Angela would show up at some point. We had to play the part. Dean grabbed some candles and we lit them up around the grave site. 

"You really think this is gonna work?" I questioned, lighting another candle and setting it down carefully.

"No, not really?" Dean admitted. "But it was the best I could come up with."

 Somewhere around us, twigs snapped. Someone was coming. We continued with the plan. Sam and I went into the trees, trying to lure her out. I stood behind Sam, seeing as I had no weapon. We only had so many silver bullets, we couldn't waste them. We walked slowly, pausing to here the sound of twigs breaking.

I felt it. She was close. I turned my head and saw her behind me. 

"Sam," I called out, moving back and letting Sam step in front. 

He held the gun up to her. She put her hands up.

"Wait, it's not what you think," She tried to lie. "I'm still a person.'

 Sam ignored her and fired his gun, planting a bullet in her forehead. That only stopped her for a second and she stood up. But this time, she was pissed.

 "Cheyenne, run!" Sam yelled. We took off, Sam a few steps in front of me. 

We had to get back to the grave.As we got a few feet away from the site, she reached forward and yanked on my hair. I groaned in pain as she pulled me back. Her hands went to my neck, but before anything could happen, a gunshot came from behind us. A bullet hit her in the back and she dropped me. I scrambled to get up and out of the way. Dean shot her a few more times and she finally fell, right back into her grave. 

Dean ran forward and jumped over top of her in the grave. He used a metal knife kind of thing and pushed it through her chest, "nailing" her back in the grave. And like that, she was dead again and this time.... forever.

The boys spent most of the night burying her back in the grave. I sat off to the side, watching. 

"Rest in peace," I stated, as they finished.

"Yeah, for good this time, okay?" Dean added. He walked over to me. "You could have helped, you know." He reached down and pulled me up.

"I got tackled by the dead girl, I think that's good enough," I argued, slinging an arm around him. We started back to the car. 

"You know, that whole fake ritual thing, luring Angela into the cemetery... pretty sharp," Sam complimented. 

"Thanks," Dean told him. 

"But did you have use me and Cheyenne as bait?" Sam asked.

Dean shrugged. "I thought she was more your type," he teased. "She had a pretty crappy taste in guys." He gripped my side. "And Cheyenne was back up, and good thing she was there." 

I rubbed my neck. "I think she bruised my neck." 

Dean looked over, concerned. "Really?" He stopped and reached out for my neck. I pushed him away.

"I'm fine, just sore," I assured him. Dean looked past me. I knew what he was looking at... mom's grave. 

"You want to stay for a while?" Sam asked, giving him a sad look.

 Dean thought for a moment. "No," he stated, walking past us to the car. My eyes stayed on the stone.

 "Do you wanna stay?" Sam asked me.

 "I think I've had my time," I decided. "Maybe later." 

We followed Dean to the car, throwing our stuff in the back and climbing in. Dean pulled out of the cemetery and onto the main road. I honestly didn't know where we were headed. Dean was silent. Sam and I shared a look, knowing that something was bothering him. Neither of us wanted to be the one to ask. We didn't have to, because a few minutes later, Dean pulled off to the side. He got out without a word, walking to the hood. Sam and I followed, silently. I walked over to the hood and leaned on it beside Dean. 

"Dean, what is it?" I asked, not getting to close. I wanted him to talk and open up. 

"I'm sorry," Dean stated, looking out. Why was he telling us sorry?

"For what?" Sam asked, standing at the side of the car.

"The way I've been acting," Dean explained. Sam walked over and sat beside me, looking over at Dean. 

 "And for dad," Dean added. Now I looked over too. "Well, he was your guy's dad too... it's my fault he's gone." 

 "Dean, what are you talking about?" I asked, moving closer. 

"I know you two have been thinking it... so have I," Dean explained. "Doesn't take a genius to figure it out." He still hadn't looked at us. "Back at the hospital, I had a full recovery... it was a miracle," He told us. He finally turned his head to look at us. "And five minutes later, dad's dead, and the colt's gone." 

Before Sam and I could argue, Dean spoke again. "You can't tell me there's not a connection." I looked at Sam, knowing that he was right, dad did something that day. "I don't know how the demon was involved," He admitted. "I don't know how the whole thing went down exactly... but dad's dead because of me."

"Dean, don't say that," I spoke up. "Neither of us blame you, okay."

"No, that much I do know," Dean stated. Tears came to my eyes. It makes since how Dean was acting... he was beating himself up for dad.

 "We don't know that, not for sure," Sam argued. 

"Sam, Cheyenne," Dean spoke. I looked at him and saw his eyes watering. "You two and dad, you're the most important people in my life... and now...." I couldn't help myself I reached over and grabbed his hand. "I should have never came back... it was natural." 

 I couldn't believe what I was hearing. If Dean hadn't come back, I don't know what I would have done. 

 "Dean, stop," I begged. I squeezed his hand.

 "And now look what's become of it," he continued. "I was dead... and I should have stayed dead." That was the same thing he yelled at Dr. Mason. There was no talking for a moment. "You wanted to know how I was feeling... well, that's it." Sam nodded. I hated this, but we had wanted him to talk. It sucked that it was about this. "So tell me... what could you two possibly say to make that all right?" 

 I watched as the tears made their way down his cheeks. This broke me. Seeing my big brother so... sad. I moved in closer, still holding his hand. "I love you." 

He didn't respond, and I know that it didn't do much. I had to say it. We sat there like that forever, just in each others presence.