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Viral II {Winchesters}

A/N: I wrote the end of this while listening to Tiny Vessels by Death Cab for Cutie. Just saying.

Prompt inspiration: 642 Tiny Things to Write About by The San Francisco Writers' Grotto

Prompt: A fast-spreading virus knocks out people's capacity for anger. Half the city is infected. How does this make life worse?

Summary/prompt change: After saving Dean and Sam Winchester from a particularly nasty witch, the brothers find out that you're a hunter like them. With Heaven's Plague sweeping the city and messing with all things supernatural, they're going to need more than each other. But when you go up to the old Fairborne Manor to rid the place of its more than two hundred resident spirits, things don't go exactly as planned...

"I still don't understand what was going on with that witch." Sam said, glancing up from the map in his hands. You could have easily given them directions, but you figured you'd just sit back and let them do their thing. You'd step in if they got lost. "I've never seen that happen before."

"That was Hester." You explained. "Julianne Hester. Think of her as the top witch around here. She was pretty powerful before, but her whole coven was infected by the virus."

"And that makes them more powerful?" Dean asked. He glanced at you in his rearview mirror.

"Well, it makes ghosts angrier. I don't see why it wouldn't make the witches stronger. Let's put it into perspective this way–most witches are dark. They've sold their souls for their powers, messed with the wrong stuff...they're almost literally made up of negativity. I don't see how this wouldn't make them stronger."

You pulled your cards from your bag and carefully shuffled them. Tarot cards could be a bunch of bullshit, but they'd helped you on hunts at times–which made no sense. The cards worked differently for different people, and for you, they often predicted how things would go down. Or at least, they gave you an insight into it.

"What are you doing?" This came from Dean.

"Think of it as a pre-hunt ritual." You said. You cut the deck and fanned them out across the seat. "It helps. I can't really explain it, and you wouldn't believe me anyway. Other hunters usually don't understand." You ran your fingers over the cards, waited for the one that felt right, and pulled it. You showed it to the Winchesters. "Queen of Cups."

"And that means...?"

"She's a symbol of feminine wisdom and intuition, as well as psychic powers. In the upright position, it indicates the presence of a natural wife and mother. Generally honest, kind-hearted, and intuitive." You let out a sigh and tucked your cards away. "We're going to be dealing with the mother today."

"And this is a fact?" Dean cocked an eyebrow at you.

You met his eyes in the mirror. "The cards haven't been wrong for me yet. I don't think they're planning on starting today."

"So, these cards," Sam said as Dean turned onto Orchard Way, "how often do you use them?"

"Always before a hunt," you said, "always. And you know how sometimes it feels like you've reached a pivotal point in your life? Like, something major is about to happen? I consult them then, too. The day before the plague hit? I knew something was going to happen. And I knew it would happen to my family."

"All from these cards?" Dean made a face.

"Found the skeptic." You muttered. "Look, you can not believe me all you want. But we're going to meet the mother. And it won't be a coincidence."