Super Freaks

A Delusion of Good

The boys had grabbed me by my arm and dragged me outside to the impala after they had put away all the exorsism toys and scuffed out the demon trap. We left the warehouse in perfect condition just as we had came.

It was still late at night, and the crickets were chirpping still in full swing. The moon was half full, oh how I wished it had been full and then we could have been hunting werewolves instead of demons pretending to be ghosts. It was nice and cool too, Sam had stripped me from my jacket and over shirt to dress my wound, he had such lovely and steady hands, and the cool nights air rose goosebumps on my skin. I let myself enjoy the human contact, it was slightly comforting even though Ruby kept trying to seduce Sam in the process using my current thoughts on the situation. I knew Crowley's plan wasn't this. It was too stupid of a plan to work. Me, the little sister of Sam Winchester, who also happened to be Lucifer's vessel, me, a lover to him? We were probably as close as Jo and Dean. Little sis and big bro. Besides, we were family, John and Mary were our parents, and we were bound by blood. What Ruby had tried to tell Sam, my word, it couldn't be true. We were family, blood sharing, and inseparable. Crowley had told me, and though Crowley did seem to have some plans for me, He had told me that they were my family. They had to be.

Sam was the one who was dragging me, Dean was leading and Ruby, Ruby was thrashing about and still taunting Sam. From my box, I could see all the tension in him, and the tiny sparkle of doubt in our current relationship. Ruby was getting to him badly, and Dean, Dean was worried for Sam. I wanted the cry about this, my two brothers were so worried, and Ruby kept giving them hell, and I hadn't been able to relay to them that Ruby had used a blood spell on me, and the spell to cure it was exceedingly discreet in Mom's journal. It was a hard page to find, and it was written in greek. And from my past experiences, They didnt speak anything but english, and latin with translation.

"Does it have to be the trunk?" Sam asked as Dean opened up the trunk, the white demon trap sigil smiling hauntingly at Ruby and me. Dean looked at the trunk too.

"Yeah," Dean replied. Sam sighed and took out a bandana from his back pocket, a black one and Dean grabbed my other arm as Sam threaded the cloth between my jaws, and tied it in a knot in the back. Ruby rolled her eyes and Dean pushed our shoulder down, causing us to take a seat on the trunk. Sam swung our legs into the trunk and gently pushed us down, and Dean shut the trunk, turning out the lights.

Ruby whisked me away to the corners of my mind, probably as she filtered through records of me and Sam's encounters, picking pieces of feelings I had to certain times to piece together a composition of the perfect way to irradiate this so called bond Crowley needed to be moved. I knew this was not what Crowley wanted, but why she would go through the trouble made me even more curious. If she claimed that the plan was to make Sam and I lovers, then why would she go through this unless Crowley did want this? There was no other opposing side in Hell besides Lucifer, and he would obviously object to this plan strongly, for lovers, me in particular, could break Sam's vessel ties all together, giving me a dangerous edge.

Ruby put me in my learning banks, where I stored everything for hunting I knew, courtesy of Crowley.

This bank was made of multiple places I had created. The art of the bank was to take a familiar building, route, or place that you knew exceedingly well, and intigrate pictures that triggered the memory banks into the scenery, and so long as you remembered the way, you could remember anything you stored into it. Crowley referred it to as a mind palace.

In my mind palace, there were three compsoing pieces of property, my high school I had gone to when I was younger, Crowley's training facility, and the circus I had worked in and all of its majestic tents.

But currently, I was not present in any of those. I was in the garden I had seen when I had encountered the man in my vision, and the second me.

I looked around me, the tall trees swayed rhythmically to the breeze that sprayed rain onto my face. The skies were grey and dark, with heavy fat drops of tears leaking from their pores. The ground was mushy and wet, mud clinged to my shoes as I walked along the path where over grown ferns and moss resided peacefully. The weather here was unlike my first time in this place, it being originally sunny and pleasant, now it took on a more depressing Washington mood. It looked almost like a lush Canadian forest that had been transplanted into Washington.