An Unlikely Supernatural Relationship

Chapter 24

I carefully roll over so I'm holding myself up with my elbows and slowly pull my knees in and get up slowly wincing at the pain in my back and shoulders the new scar still tender.
"You're stronger Sam, you been solo-flexing with your little slut?" I hear Alastair say,
"You have no idea." Sam relies back angrily and throws Alastair aside!? Whoa! Ok, that's, no, that's not ok.  I then see him raise his hand to do something but Alastair smokes out before he can.  I start making my way back over.

"You alright Vil?" He asks concerned.
"I'll live, sore back and possible cut on the back of my head but I'm fine." I reply, Sam nods and runs over to Dean picks him up and slings him over his shoulder,
"He's just unconscious, he'll be fine." Sam says answering my concerned look and I pack up the spirit summoning stuff and walk back to the Impala with him and we head back to the hotel room.

"Stay here with him, I'm going out to do a bit of research, I'll be back." Sam says after putting Dean on his bed,
"Alright." I says as Sam walks out. I smile a small smile at Dean's unconscious figure then pull up a chair. Not long after he moans waking up,
"Here." I says as I hand him cold pack with a tea towel wrapped around it."
"Thanks Vil, where's Sam?" He replies still in pain,
"Out to do some research. How's your head?" I reply,
"In pain, that's how my head is." He replies holding the cold pack to his head, "I think I have a concussion." He continues,
"Do you want some aspirin or something?" I offer,
"No thanks." He says as Sam walks,
"How you doing?" Sam asks,
"I'm in pain that's how I'm doing." Dean replies slightly annoyed with a gruff voice,
"Want some aspirin?" Sam offers as well,
"No thanks, House." Dean replies same answer but different and sits up, "So demons huh?" He continues,
"Yeah." Sam replies,
"So much for miracles." I continue,
"You alright Vil?" Dean asks "You got thrown too."
"I'm fine, shoulder's a little tender again." I state shrugging, bad idea, ow,
"What the hell happened with Alastair?" Dean asks, I open my mouth to speak but Sam gets in a head of me,
"He tried to fling me or whatever and it didn't work so he bailed."
"How come he couldn't fling you? He chucked you pretty good last time." Dean asks confused, there was a last time? For gods sakes, so much I don't know. Sam just responds with a gesture of 'I don't know',
"Got no idea." He says plainly. Liar liar pants on fire Sam, and with his eyes tell me not to say anything, so I keep quiet not wanting to start something.

"Sam do me a favour. If you're going to keep your little secrets then I can't really stop you, but just don't treat me like an idiot okay?" Dean replies clearly aware that Sam's trying to pull the wool over his eyes. Apparently I didn't need to say anything anyway.
"What? Dean I'm not keeping secrets." Sam replies as though he doesn't know what Dean's talking about. Bullshit.
"Mhm, whatever." Dean replies looking Sam right in the eyes,
"So did you go back and Q&A the dead kid?" I ask changing the subject.

"Didn't have to. Bobby called, he did some digging." Sam says holding up a book,
"And?" Dean asks,
"He thinks I'm right, Local Reaper's gone, not just gone, kidnapped." Sam explains,
"Kidnapped?" I question,
"By demons? Why?" Dean also questions,
"Listen to this," Sam says opening the book and I sit down next to Dean to listen, "And he bloodied death under the newborn sky.  Sweet to taste, but bitter once devoured." Sam quotes,
"Swanky, what the hell does that mean?" Dean asks, what I'm wondering.
"Well, it's from a very obscure very arcane version of Revelations." Sam explains,
"Which means what I think it means?" Dean suggests,
"Basically you kill a Reaper under the solstice moon, tomorrow night by the way, you got yourself a broken seal." Sam sums up, well, that escalated real quick.
"How do you ice a reaper? Can't kill death." Dean points out,
"I don't know, maybe demons can." I shrug, again, bad idea,
"Where are the Angels is what I wanna know. We could use their help for once." Sam says almost bitterly,
"Well it looks like we'll have to take care of this one ourselves." Dean says with a hint of attitude,
"What are you two just gonna swing in and save the friendly neighbourhood Reaper?" I asks like they're crazy
"Got a better idea I'm all ears?" Dean asks turning to me,
"Yeah, little problem though, they're invisible." I reply
"She's right, the only people that can see them are the dead and the dying." Sam continues,
"Well if ghost are the only ones who can see em." Dean starts,
"Yeah?" Sam asks,
"Then we become ghosts." Dean states with a half smile half smirk and put the cold pack back on his head,
"You do have a concussion."
"Yep you have a concussion, Dean that's insane let alone extremely dangerous!" I argue,
"Sounds crazy I know." Dean says
"It is crazy." Sam and I say in sync,
"We gotta stop that seal from breaking, right Sam?" Dean says,
"It's true, how?" Sam says not having anything better,
"Pamela."

"I can't even begin to tell you how crazy you two are." Pamela says as she walks in,
"Well Pamela you're a sigh for sore eyes." Sam says gratefully not realising the reason for the sunglasses, she chuckles like 'hilarious' and pulls them down to reveal she's blind,
"Aw that's sweet, Grumpy, what do you say to deaf people? Which one of you brainiacs came up with astral projection?"
"Yo." Dean says like a child answering to a parent,
"Of course, Chachi." She's replies, I like her already,
"Chachi?" Dean whisper asks Sam,
"Yep, they're insane." I reply,
"Found a lady boys? So, not just humans you have taste for huh?"
"She's a friend, new friend, she's helped us and has joined us." Sam explains,
"It's alright I can sense she's trustworthy." She replies,
"Appreciated." I say with a smile,
"Anyway, so let's be clear.  You wanna rip your souls out of your bodies, and take a little stroll through the spirit world?"
"Mhm." Dean replies not looking at her,
"Do you have any idea how heavy-duty insane that is?"
"Apparently they do." I reply,
"Maybe, but that's where the Reaper is, so-" Dean starts,
"So it's nuts." Pamela and I say in sync,
"I like her already." Pamela says,
"I like you too." I reply,
"Anyway, not if you know what you're doing." Dean replies,
"You don't know what you're doing." Pamela argues back,
"No, but you do." Dean points out,
"Yeah, I do, and guess what I'm sick of being hauled back into your angel-demon, soc-greaser crap." She nearly yells,
"Well look I'd love to be kicking back with a cold one watching Judge Judy too." Dean replies getting a bit impatient,
"Nice. More blind jokes?" She says snidely,
"You know what I mean.  We're talking the end of the world here, okay? No more tasseled leather pant ps no more Ramones CDs, no more nothin'. We need you're help."
"Alright." She finally agrees, "But she literally can't go either." Pamela comments talking about me, well, kinda hard being I lack a spirit.
"My name's Vilda or Vil for short." I say,
"Vilda, nice, it's unique." Pamela compliments,
"So is Pamela." I say returning the compliment and she smiles,
"Alright let's get this done then." She says and tell the boys what they need to do.