Charlie mentioned how the books portray Sam poorly. "Thanks. You know you can come back anytime and dig through our archives. You're a Woman of Letters," Sam said before hugging Charlie before heading back into the bunker. "Im also going inside, Charlie. Stay safe, and if you wanna come by, we're here for you." I smiled and hugged her before walking inside where Sam was. He looked tired. "I'll make you tea." I patted him on the shoulder before heading into the kitchen. When I walked back into the library, I heard Sam trying to say something, but Dean pulled him into a hug. "Aww, brotherly love," I snickered. "Shut up and come here," Dean grumbled. I placed the mug down and let Sam and Dean pull me into their hug. "Let's find our prophet, right?"
Dean said, and we both nodded after the long, awkward embrace. It took a few days, and Sam was still not feeling great, and he rejected the help anything we tried. "Sammy, come on, we just want to help," I said, looking up from the Laptop across from him. "Im fine," Sam grumbled. "The hell you are. You look like a zombie," I grumbled. "Guys, it's Kevin," Dean said suddenly. Sam and I got up and walked over to Dean, looking at his screen. It was a video message from Kevin. I could see the background of the ship behind him. "Sam, Dean. I've set up this message with some software on a remote server so it'd send itself to you if I didn't reset it with a command once a week. Which means I didn't reset it this week. And there's only one reason I wouldn't. That means if you're watching this, I'm dead. I'm dead, you bastards! So screw you, screw God, and everybody in between! Crowley must've gotten to me. And the one thing I know is that I won't break this time. I'm not sure how I know, but— but I do. I've been uploading all my notes and the translations; I'm sending you the links so you can get all of them. You guys are going to have to try to figure out the rest. I'm sorry." Kevin's voice was teary. "I know it was my job, but I couldn't. I'm sorry." With that, The screen ended.
We all shared a look. Dean gets on the phone with other hunters while Sam prints Kevin's notes, and I try to reach Garth, who wouldn't pick up. "Dam you," I grumbled, taking the phone off my ear. Since we had no idea what the notes meant, we had to find another prophet, and there was one in Colorado. Sam, Dean, and I went to Colorado and checked into a hotel. The manager gave me my room, which I didn't mind, but I would spend most of the time in my brother's room. After we checked our rooms, I heard a knock on my door; Dean walked inside. "Hey, you wanna come with me to check the hotel?" he asked. I nodded, grabbed my jacket, and walked out with him; we checked the registry and found out we were the only guests in this hotel, which was weird. So when we returned to the rooms, we found Sam in bed. "Just regular tourist mecca. We are the only guests in this whole place. The last entry was in 06."
Dean told Sam while I closed the door behind me. Sam remembered a story from when we were little and went to the Grand Canyon. "Oh, I remember that; you were riding that farty mull." I laughed while Dean looked a little embarrassed. "Okay, uh, im gonna check out the two rivers tribal museum and Trading Post," Dean said. "I'm tired, so I might call it early." I smiled, Dean and I left, and while Dean walked down the hallway, I went into my room and fell asleep but woke up when Dean crashed into my room, telling me Sam was unconscious and running a high fever. "What do you need?" I asked him.
"Help me grab ice." Dean and I ran to the ice machine and grabbed a lot of ice, which we put in the bathtub. "Grab his arms." Dean had Sam on the bed. We carried him into the bathroom and put him in the bathtub with ice-cold water. "How long do you think it's gonna take?" I asked, worried. Suddenly, we heard somebody gasping for air; when I turned my head, I saw Sam submerging into the ice water. I jumped to the side, bumping into the door while Sam exited the bathtub. "Sam, hey, come on, take it easy." Dean threw a towel around him. "Dean Metatron is here. I know it, and I can hear him." Sam told us. "What?" I asked, and Sam nodded. "What are you talking about?" Dean asked, just as confused as I was. "Im somehow connected to him." Sam sat down on the bed while he talked. "Like you linked to him like a prophet?" Dean asked. I sat next to him. "Im not sure I just know he's here. Metatron is here." Sam said. "What do you mean here?" I asked. "Like here here?" I added, and Sam nodded. Sam Dean and I walked out of the room; I stayed close to Sam, who was still shaking. "Sam, hold on to me," I whispered, and Sam moved his arm around my shoulder, putting some of his weight on me. "Maybe you should go to the ER," Dean mumbled behind us. "They won't be able to do anything. I know things, remember things so clearly," Sam said before Dean said something funny about donkeys. "you used to read to Kaylee and me like King Arthur and the Round Table. We used to look at the pictures together. I was a little kid, but deep down, maybe I had the demon blood in me." Sam said.
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FanfictionKaylee is the adopted daughter of John and Mary Winchester, who took her with her from her abusive father, who just left her all alone in a haunted house when John finds her during a hunt. After many years of growing up with her brothers and losing...
