Run From the Demons 2 (Sequel)

Chapter Nine

Today is the day. Today is the day Mary and John will die. I am very upset, but at the same time, I am a little relieved, because Mary and John never did seem to be truly happy back here, on earth. I am going to miss them like crazy, but this had to happen eventually. I will have to get used to them being dead again. It will be hard, but I will make it work. I will also not let myself cry this time. I’ve been crying way too much these past couple months. I need to regain my strength again. I will refuse to look weak any longer. I will still be nice and date Louis, but I just need to work on sucking things up and moving on, because sometimes, that’s what you’ve got to do – suck it up and move on.

I give Mary and John each one last goodbye hug, holding back my tears. I pull out of John’s strong embrace for the last time. Surprisingly, they will be okay with dying. I guess they knew it was just right. I feel one tear escape my eye as John rubs my back.

“I love you, Alexis. Don’t let this stop you.” He said, my hair muffled his voice. I nodded and pulled away. He kissed me on the cheek quickly before he gave Sam and Dean long hugs as well. When they finally pulled away, they did the same thing to Mary. Sam and Dean will be taking this much harder than I am, because Mary and John are their actual parents, while they’re just my aunt and uncle.

They finish hugging as Castiel walks in through the kitchen. “I will contact you when it’s done.”

They all vanished. 

That was it! That was the last time I ever saw Mary and John! I continued to hold back my tears, just like Sam and Dean were. It was hard, because we had gotten so used to being around them. Sometimes, I wish Castiel never brought them back! We were never going to have a normal life even when they came back anyway, so what was the point of it? I never understood that.

It was two minutes later that Sam’s cell phone rang. He answered it, and when he hung up, he looked even sadder than before. “It’s done. Cas wants to know if we want to burn their bodies.” Dean nearly whimpered. I never saw Sam and Dean so weak and vulnerable before. It’s almost like they’re completely different people. I hold back my cries, whimper’s and tear’s as I nod along with Dean. We are going to be giving Mary and John what we call a ‘hunters funeral.’ It’s where we burn your body so that you can’t come back as something like a ghost or an evil spirit wanting revenge. It happened to our hunting friend, Bobby. He was killed. We burned him, but Dean kept his flask, which had some of his DNA on it. We ended up having to burn his flask, and then Bobby was gone.

Sam answered Castiel and soon we were popped into the middle of nowhere. I saw that Castiel had Mary and John already wrapped up and in a pile of wood. It was nighttime, and it was very dark out. Castiel took out a lighter and handed it to Dean, who gave it to Sam. Sam looked down at the lighter with an unsure expression before handing it to me. I looked up at him with an arched eyebrow.

“You should do it.” Was all Sam said. I nodded, taking the silver lighter from his hands and slowly walking over to Mary and John’s bodies as Dean sprayed gasoline on them. He looked so upset while doing so. Dean finished and put the gasoline away while I stood in front of their bodies and the large pile of wood. Dean walked over to me and stood next to me.

“You ready?” He asked. I looked up at him as tears threatened to fall from my eyes. I looked away, wiping them.

“Honestly, I am actually. I was never looking forward to this, and I never wanted this day to come, but I knew it would. And I think that since I’ve known it would come, I’m more ready for it now.” I said with a shaky voice. Dean nodded, putting a hand on my shoulder.

“Let’s just get this done.” He muttered.

I opened up the small metal lighter and flicked it a few times before the tiny flame finally appeared. I took a small step forward and tossed the lighter onto the pile. The wood started to burn in the flames, along with Mary and John’s bodies. It was really hard to hold back my tears. I even let a few fall from my eyes. But I’m tired of crying. I’m tired of being weak. I am just tired of it all.