My legacy (Supernatural)

Secret Spill

“Well you passed all the tests. So I guess you can go on a hunt with us” John said. I tried to supress the smile that crept on my face.

 “Thank you sir” I said. I looked over at Dean. He smiled, but it wasn’t really convincing. He had tried to talk me out of this whole thing, but I wouldn’t listen.

 That same night we went on a hunt. It was a simple hunt, but it was enough to make my adrenaline levels rise. After all this was my first hunt. There was a house 15 miles from mine whereof people were saying that it was haunted. John had done the research and apparently the bones were buried in the basement of the house. So we went to get the job done, John, Dean and me. John and Dean had done this before. That was the reason why they didn’t let me do much. Until things got bad. Our flashlights stopped working 5 minutes after we entered the house. After 10 minutes the ghost tried to kill us. And after 15 minutes the ghost had gotten John. It was torturing him and the only way to make it stop was to burn the bones. My eyes had adjusted to the dark (or that was the explanation that I had for it back then). And I was leading Dean towards the basement. We burned the bones just in time, otherwise John would have been gone by now.” I looked at Sam, because Dean knew this story already and had left to get a beer.

“Anyway that’s when it all started. I got home and I woke up with a fever the next morning. I didn’t think much of it. I actually didn’t even notice it.” I paused for a second. Dean sat back down on the table and sipped his beer. He motioned to me that I needed to carry on. “Not until my father came to check up on me that evening. I had a fever and not a small one. My dad said that I could sleep it off, but the next morning my fever had risen to 45 degrees.”

Sam gasped “How is that even possible?! You should have died” I small smile crept on my face seeing Sam so astonished was funny. I dropped my gaze to the floor, I still see my father’s face in my dreams sometimes, full of worry, doubt and sadness. I sighed and looked back up. Sam was still astonished. “My dad called 911 and I was immediately hospitalized” I continued “You know I’m kind of surprised that you don’t remember it”

“I’m completely fine dad” I said trying to reassure him that there was nothing going on. I laid in a hospital bed, my father sat next to me. He didn’t say anything. To be honest I wasn’t completely fine, I had a 72 degrees fever and there was something really strange happening to my body. I could hear things, smell thing, and see things that I couldn’t before. For example I could hear that Sam and Dean just walked past the shop in the hospital. But my father didn’t need to know that. He was worried enough. I knew that this terrified him, seeing me like this. I knew that he was scared that the only thing that was left over from his family would die. He looked terrible. He had bags under his eyes, he hadn’t shaved in a few days and his nails were short (he must have started biting his nails again). I only had been in the hospital for 4 days but it was very hard for him.

“When was the last time you had a good night sleep?” I asked him. He looked at his feet for a moment and then looked back up at me.

“It’s been a while but it’s nothing you have to be worried about” he gave me a weak smile.

“When was the last time you had a good meal?” I asked again.

“I have been eating hospital food for 4 days now. But that doesn’t matter. I’m rather here with you than in a fancy restaurant.” He said and he grabbed the newspaper that laid on the table behind him. He started reading, indicating that the conversation was over. I wanted to give him a hug so bad, or at least hold his hand to comfort him. But I couldn’t. If I touched anyone they would get a burn. I really hoped that this would be over soon. I laid my head back on the pillow and started to drop in in other peoples conversations.