"So they're all people we know?" Sam asked after Isabelle explained what the voices had told her back at Bobby's house.
"Not just know. People you couldn't save," Isabelle explained. "Also, there's this mark..." she moved to the table and sketched it. "That's it," she showed the men.
"I may have seen this before," Bobby revealed.
Isabelle froze when the lights began to flicker.
"We got to move," Bobby said as he grabbed the girl's hand. "Follow me,"
"Where are we going?" Isabelle looked to the Winchesters, but both brothers shrugged in response.
"Someplace safe," Bobby replied.
***
The group of hunters headed down the steps to the basement of Bobby's house; they stopped outside an iron door.
Bobby opened the door, revealing an iron-walled room with a devil's trap illuminated in the center. He turned the lights on to reveal many weapons lined up against the wall.
Isabelle marveled at the center of the room, feeling a sense of peace. "I think I found my new hangout spot,"
Sam looked at the wall. "Bobby is this..."
"Solid iron. Completely coated in salt." Bobby replied. "100% ghost-proof,"
"No wonder the voices are quiet," Isabelle mused.
"You built a panic room?" Sam voiced.
"I had a weekend off," Bobby shrugged.
"Bobby," Dean said.
"What?"
"You're awesome,"
***
Isabelle was flipping through one of Bobby's many books inside the panic room as the boys got salt shells ready.
"See, this is why I can't get behind God," Dean said, breaking the silence.
"What are you talking about?" Sam asked.
"If he doesn't exist, fine. Bad crap happens to good people. That's how it is. There's no rhyme or reason...just random, horrible, evil...I get it, okay. I can roll with that. But if he is out there, what's wrong with him? Where is he while all these decent people are getting torn to shreds? How does he live with himself? You know, why doesn't he help?"
Sam looked to Isabelle for help.
"Nope," Isabelle responded, flipping to another page without looking up. "Found it,"
"What?" Dean questioned.
"The symbol...the brand on the ghosts..."
"Yeah?"
"Mark of the witness,"
"Witness? Witness to what?" Sam questioned.
"The unnatural. None of them died what you'd call ordinary deaths. See, these ghosts...they were forced to rise. They woke up in agony. They were like rabid dogs. It's not their fault. Someone rose them...on purpose,"
"Who?"
Isabelle looked over at Bobby.
"Do I look like I know?" Bobby voiced. "But whoever it was used a spell so powerful it left a mark, a brand on their souls. Whoever did this had big plans,"
"It's called the Rising of the Witnesses. It figures into an ancient prophecy." Isabelle described.
"Wait, wait." Dean interrupted. "What...what book is that prophecy from?"
"Revelations," Isabelle admitted.
"This is a sign, boys," Bobby declared.
"A sign of what?" The Winchesters questioned.
Isabelle looked to the ground. "The apocalypse,"
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The Whispers of the Devil
FanfictionThe 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...
