Your Destiny Awaits 2

The Kids are Alright

I started to see the face as Sam and I were sitting in a diner, waiting for to Dean get back. Sam was on the phone with Bobby, trying to find a way to save us, and I was debating on calling Pamela, when the face a woman popped in my head. She had to be a little under thirty, shoulder length light brown, wavy hair, bluish grey eyes, and she looked terrified. 

Dean walked into the diner, and Sam quickly hung up as he walked towards us. We had already paid for our meals, so we headed out and we got back on the road. We were headed to Cicero, Indiana, mostly because Dean wanted to hook up with an old “friend,” but there could possibly be a job there as well. 

The drive didn’t take long, and Dean drove up to the Cicero Pine’s Motel at noon. Dean nearly shoved Sam out of the car, and I was getting out as well, when he stopped me. “You’re going to be my backup plan,” Dean said after he told me to get into the passenger seat. 

“Backup plan?” I didn’t like the sound of that.

“Yeah, incase she has a husband or something, you’re going to be in the car so that I can make a quick get away.”

“And what if she doesn’t. Is Shelby just going to sit in the car and wait all night?” Sam asked, from through the window.

“She can walk,” Dean declared.

I glared at him. “Dean, this is crazy. Even for you,” Sam told him. 

“Look, don’t get your panties in a bunch. I know that you were wanting some time together, so get two rooms tonight, Sammy,” Dean said right before he drove away laughing.

Dean trove us to a neighborhood that was having some houses built in it, and he stopped in front of a house with party balloons hanging on the mailbox. He checked a piece of paper, with an address on it, and he confirmed the address with the one on the house. “Stay here, and I’ll let you know what’s going on,” He told me as he hopped out of the car.

I pulled my phone out as he walked up to the porch, and I dialed Pamela’s number. She picked up on the second ring. “Hey, sweetie,” She answered.

“Hey, Pamela. I was just seeing if you’d talked to Bobby lately,” I told her, not knowing how much she already knew. 

“Only enough to know that you sold your soul. What were you thinking?!” She yelled at me. 

“We’re working on that. Did he tell you about my visions?”

“What? No, damn it, Bobby Singer! When did they start?”

“About two years ago. I’ve been having visions and feeling people’s deaths.”

I heard her gasp. Even Pamela didn’t feel when people died, and she’s the best physic I know. “Why doesn’t anyone tell me things?!”

“Pamela, I was wondering if there was anyway to see what others were seeing. Like get into their minds and see and feel what they do?” It was a long shot to ask this question, but I was desperate.

“Shelby, that is some hard work, what your talking about. I’ve only done it twice, and both times drained  me mentally and emotionally. But yes there is a way to see what the soul sees.” 

The soul? “But please promise me that you’ll be careful and that you won’t overdue  it. I don’t want my little Stacy to get hurt.”

Pamela is always calling me Stacy. Bobby told me that she had a little girl that was born the same day as me, but she lost her. Her name had been Stacy, and Pamela missed her so much that she accidentally slips up and calls me Stacy. I always feel bad about that story, and I never object to being called Stacy.