Laurel | A Supernatural Fanfiction

Chapter 10

Sam's POV

I stared at the brightness of the laptop screen as I scrolled through pages of information regarding witches.

"It has been three hours, Sammy. Why isn't she waking up?" Dean sat in the chair across from me. I looked up at him and watched him as he stared at our sister, lying across the bed, with a concerned expression on his face.

"She will wake up soon, Dean. Just... help me find out what the hell curse that ass hole put on her." I looked back at the screen trying to hide my concern. If Dean knew I couldn't find anything, he would freak out. I kept scrolling through when muffled grunts came from the motel closet.

"I got it." Dean pushed back his chair and stood up. He flung open the closet door. "Asshat's up." He grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and shoved it towards Ryan. He knelt down and got closer to him. "If you want to keep breathing, you will write down exactly what you did to my sister, and how to reverse it. You have one minute. Get writing." Dean stood up and walked back to where I sat.

"What if he doesn't cooperate, Dean? We can't just kill the guy."

"Oh yes we can. I would have done it three hours ago if I didn't think he knew something."

I rolled my eyes. "Dean, we will figure this out. We always do."

He sighed and walked back to the closet.

"Time's up." He grabbed the piece of paper and read the few sentences that were on it. "You have got to me kidding me."

"What is it?"

"You can't reverse it. It's a damn riddle that Witches use to teach their children. It shows up like tattoo writing on the subjects skin. Once they solve the riddle, it goes away."

"Why does she have it?" I asked. I stared at Ryan and watched Dean hand him the paper. Ryan scribbled a few words down and handed back to Dean.

"He said that he is trying to tell us who is the Witch that is killing everyone. The names are supposed to tell us something." Dean stared at Ryan. "Can you tell us who it is so the spell will go away?"

Ryan shook his head.

"Dean, I think if he tells us, the spell wont go away. We have to figure it out."

Dean glared at Ryan and handed him the paper. "Why don't you have a tongue?" Ryan wrote something and handed Dean the paper.

"She cut it out? Wow. Great. This bitch is more of a psycho than we thought." Dean sat down on the bed next to Laurel.

"Dean." I looked up and saw Laurel shift a little.

"You're awake." Dean said, a small smile showed.

"Yeah... you're sitting on my foot." Laurel laughed as Dean quickly stood up. "Hiya Sammy." She smiled at me and sat up. She glanced at her arms. "I was really hoping this was just a weird ass dream. I guess I was wrong." She stared at her arms and lifted her shirt, revealing the words tattooed across her stomach.

"If it helps, we figured out how to reverse it." I said. She gave me a smile. "How? What's even wrong with me?" She asked. She looked over and saw Ryan in the closet. Her smile faded. "What the hell is he doing here and why isn't he dead?"

"We needed to get information out of him." I said.

"I offered to kill him but Sam wouldn't let me."

I glared at Dean who put his hands up in a defensive motion.

"We aren't gonna kill him. Just... sit down and let me tell you what it all means."

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Laurel's POV

"Did you get them all?" I stared at Dean as he wrote down another name and set the paper on the table next to Sam.

"I think so. Turn around." I did as told and looked down at my arms. Names were scribbled across my chest, stomach, and arms. They looked like tattoos, and no matter how hard I scrubbed ,they didn't come off.

"I can't go out in public like this. I look like a dumbass. Who would get tattoos of a bunch of names all across their body? Nobody, that's who. And its not like I can cover all of it."

"Laurel, calm down. We will figure this out."

"I can't calm down! It's like I got the name of every person I ever looked at tattooed on my body!" I pulled up a chair and sat it at the table with Sam and Dean.

"Okay," Sam began. He tore the paper with the names into three. "We each look up the names on our part and find out as much as we can about these people." He handed me a scrap of paper and I began searching.

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"These people are so boring." Dean groaned as he stood up. "I need food. Who wants food?"

Sam and I gave Dean our orders and he left on a food run.

I sat in silence with Sam as we finished researching the last few names on the list.

"Do you think we will figure it out?" I asked. I tried to hide my worry for the last few hours but it was getting more and more difficult as time passed and the writing across my skin was still just as visible as it was when it appeared.

Sam looked up at me and gave me a small smile. "Of course we will, Laurel. No matter how long it takes, we are going to figure it out."
"How can you be so sure? I mean, we don't even know what we are looking for." I groaned and stood up. I slowly walked towards the bed and tossed myself on it. The sheets felt cold under my skin, startling me for a moment. I stood up and stared at Sam. "I'm gonna go take a shower. I'm cold. Holler when Dean gets back with the food."
"Okie dokie."
I walked into the bathroom and tore of my shirt and pants. I was sweating but so cold at the same time. It must be a damn side effect of this stupid... curse? I don't know. I looked at my arms and let my gaze move up towards the mirror. I stood there and stared at myself while the water got hot. I didn't even look like me. Dark bags under my eyes stood out against my pale skin. My green eyes were bloodshot. Even though I just slept for a while, my appearance gave off the image of not sleeping for weeks.
I looked down. I had gained more muscle than I already had from all the training with Sam and Dean. I traced my fingers over my stomach, feeling the newer muscles. I didn't notice how sore I was until I had calmed down. I slowly traced a word written on my stomach and stared at the many others around it. I looked like a chalkboard.
I shook my head and got in the shower. The warm water felt nice, relaxing even. I sat down and let it fall on me until it started losing the heat to it.
"Laurel? Dean is back." I head Sam say as he knocked on the door.
"Okay, thanks, Sam." I yelled back.
I stood up and turned off the shower. I threw on some clothes and walked out to eat with Sam and Dean, and continue our research.