Carry On (Supernatural FF)

Chapter 6

Dean knew what to do. "Okay, call back, tell them to get inside, shut their windows or doors and seal it up, and stay away from the fog. Then get the word out to everybody in town they need to do the same damn thing." Dean ordered. The Sheriff was confused at first. "Hold on. What are you talking about?" Mac asked, just as confused as the Sheriff. "My partners and I have seen this before, okay?" Dean almost yelled at Mac while I looked over the edge of the Computer.

"Wes, Deputy Harris were infected by something in this fog." Sam was standing next to me. We all knew that Amara was the reason for the fog. "Now I know it sounds crazy-," Dean said, but Mac interrupted him. "No, it sounds like we should call the CDC." A ping on the screen made me look at the screen. "There is no time for that. I found Deputy Harris." I pointed to the screen. "She's on Main Street, heading right this way," I said as I zoomed out of the map, seeing our position and where the blue dot, Deputy Harris Car, was. "All right, well handled, Harris. Please get the word out and tell everybody they must stay inside and seal their windows and doors." I interrupted him, getting up from their seat. " Just everything," I said with a hand gesture and a smile, walking past Sam. "Do it." Dean and I walked towards the door; when we stepped outside, seeing the people standing around was so quiet. Harris's Car stood in the middle of the road, with people looking confused. "Kaylee, get them out of here," Dean ordered. I walked on the sidewalk towards a larger group of men and a few women. "FBI. I need you to get inside immediately." I told him, flashing my badge at him. "Go come on, this is no Joke." In the background, I heard Harris talking about who got out of the Car.

"I tried to kill myself, but she wouldn't let me." Harris was different; her neck had black good and headed up towards her head from the fog. "She has a message... for you, Dean Winchester." She said I knew that this was terrible news. "Amara? Is she here?"Dean asked. "No. But her words have been echoing in my head ever since I took a breath of that fog." Harris sounded scared. "Did she tell you to kill your husband?" I asked cautiously. Harris nodded. "And I watched myself do it." I had a thought in my head but kept it to myself. "Listen, this is an infection." I tried to calm her down, but Harris raised her gun. "Put the gun down. Let us help you." Dean stepped in front of me. "It's not an infection. She says it's a mirror. She's showing us all the truth." Harris was about to kill Dean. "Darkness," Dean mumbled. "The light was just a lie." Somebody behind us fired three shots. When I turned around, it was Mac who killed Harris. "It will all be over soon. He's not going to save them. It's all going away forever. But not you, Dean. The light was just a lie." Her Voice wakened, and her head fell to the side. "Dean? Dean!" Sam yelled, pointing at something in the distance; when I looked, I saw the fog approaching us. "Crap," I whispered. Sam ran to one Car while I looked for more people but only saw a couple. I grabbed them and ushered them into the police station. "Sam, Sam." I heard Dean call, and when I looked over, I saw Sam trying to reach a couple. "Sammy, come on." I ran over and grabbed his hand. "You can't help them." I quietly said and pulled them away into the police station. The Group we saved was standing around, afraid and confused. "Agent Ehart. Radios dead." Mac raised the Radio head. "You have any Ductape?"

Dean asked. Mac and Sam sealed the windows, doors, and air vent. "You think that will hold?" I asked, worried. "I hope so," Sam whispered back. Dean and Mac tried to fix the radio while I watched the door when a weird sound came out, which wasn't the wind. "Dean?" I checked over to my brother, who stopped what he was doing and walked over to me. "You hear that?" Dean asked. I nodded, and screams came from outside. Sam and Dean closed the door just before two men pounded at the door, scaring me; I jumped a little bit. One of them pulled something out of his inner pocket, I knew this was bad when Sam pulled me backward through steel doors. Sam released me and ran to the vent while Dean blocked the door with a rebar. "Go Kaylee into the room," Dean ordered, but I stood where I was. "Come on, Kaylee." Sam stared up from the ground where he was sitting when I saw black stripes running up his body.

"Im not leaving you two out here." I snapped. "Kaylee, just do once what I'm telling you to do," Dean yelled. I felt the air pressing out of my lungs, and I knew it was too late. Mac and the Family huddled into a smaller room; when I entered, Mac closed the door and sealed it with Duc Tape. "What will happen to them?" A woman asked with a crying toddler in her arms. "I don't know." I quietly told her. We waited until the noise calmed outside; when Mac opened the door, the fog was gone as if it had never happened; my brothers were both okay. I ran out to Sam and Dean, hugging them both. "Dean, Sam, are you okay?" I asked. "Yeah." Dean sighs heavily. 

Something shimmered in his hand: the amulet with which we had tried to find God. Cas had tried to find God using this amulet, we knew it would glow in his presence. We walked outside and saw Harris, who was OK.