"Tell me something geniuses. Even if you do break into the veil and find the Reaper, how are you gonna save it?" Pamela asks,
"With style and class." Dean replies with a smart ass tone, to which Pamela responds with a chuckle,
"You're gonna be two walking pieces of fog. You can't touch or move anything. You'll be defenceless hotshot." She replies matching Dean's smart ass attitude,
"I seem to recall a bunch of ghost beating the crap out of us." Sam chimes in and I can't help but chuckle a little at that from the door way I'm leaning against watching,
"Yeah they had plenty of time to practice." Pamela replies,
"Well then I guess we better start cramming." Dean states,
"Wow, couple of heroes, alright, lie down, close your eyes." She says patting the bed. Once the boys have laid down I walk over and pull up a chair next to Pamela who had started chanting.
"Ok guys. That's it, show time." Pamela says,
"This is weird, I can sense that their practically dead." I state,
"Attached are we?" Pamela asks,
"Well I did save both their asses a couple of days ago." I reply,
"Right."
Meanwhile, Dean's POV
I sit up, didn't work, damn,
"Well, nothing like shooting blanks, what's plan B?"
"This is weird, I can sense that they're practically dead." Vil states as though she didn't hear me,
"Attached are we?" Pamela asks also ignoring what I said,
"Well I did save both their asses a couple of days ago." She replies,
"Right." Pamela replies like 'nice cover up'. Confused I look over at Sam's unconscious body, wait, what? I look behind me and there's Sam standing there, but, he shrugs and I turn to look down at the bed and there's my body lying unconscious, now I kinda know how Vil felt looking at us after she saved us, I mean, we're technically dead right now, also, getting a sense of déjà vu.
"Oh I'm so feeling up Demi Moore."
"Alright, so I'm assuming you're somewhere over the rainbow, remember I have to bring you back. I'll whisper the incantation in your ear." She says as she gets up and walks over to Sam, I look at Vil who's looking from me to Sam biting her bottom lip,
"We're ok Vil." I say then realise she can't hear or see me. Sam chuckles amused and so does Vil,
"What'd she say? What'd she say?" I ask Sam to which he responds by putting his hands in his pockets.
Meanwhile, My POV
"You have a nice ass." Pamela whispers into Sam's ear, even though I can see them lying on the beds I sense where they are and look at where they are before looking back at Pamela,
"It's up to them now." She replies as she sits down next to me again,
"You want anything? A drink maybe?" I offer,
"No I'm fine, thanks for the offer though." She replies.
Meanwhile, Dean's POV
Well, we didn't do this for nothing, Sam and I head out of the hotel and down the street. As we walk a woman jogging runs straight through Sam,
"Whoa ho ho! That's wild." I chuckle amazed, and put my arm through Sam, which earns me a 'dude, seriously?' look. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" I ask,
"Get out of me." He says blankly and I pull my arm out,
"You're such a prude, come on." I reply and continue down the street, we walk around for ages, nothing.
"Come on man we've been spooking this town for hours and no demons, no black smoke. I say we hit Victoria's Secret, get our peep on huh?" I says hopefully,
"Hey, hey, three o'clock. Kid in the widow." Sam says looking up at a widow on a house and there, Cole Griffith sits staring at us. "Am I crazy or is he looking at us?"
"That's because we've seen him before." I say looking at him as well,
"We have?" Sam asks confused,
"Newspaper, Cole Griffith. The last person to die in this town" I state and he flickers and vanishes.
Meanwhile, My POV
"They've been gone awhile, we've only got until tonight." I say getting worried,
"You really like these boys, don't you? Well, suppose the amount of pain, suffering and isolation I sense from you, any non hostile company is good enough, don't blame ya, I wasn't always blind, Castiel burned my eyes out." Pamela states,
"Possibly, I am pretty clingy, but, yeah. Did he? He nearly suffocated me before realising who and what I was." I reply,
"Damn, protective ain't he?" Pamela replies,
"Yep, you good, you didn't have to do this." I tell her,
"I don't really feel like dying or the world ending anytime soon, least I could do, but back to the subject you keep dodging, I'm psychic remember, the real reason why you plan on sticking with these attractive brothers and how long have you been with them?" She question turning to face me.
"I don't know why but I feel like I'm meant to stay, I can't explain I just feel, drawn, I've been with them for a few days now four or five days." I reply truthfully, well sorta, leaving out that part about feeling a certain pull towards one of the brothers. Chachi as Pamela so fondly dubbed him.
"Drawn to Mr. Suave?" She inverts,
"Sam? Or Dean?" I reply playing dumb,
"I think you know." She says with a knowing smile,
"Well, I'm kinda new to friendly company without a catch. So, I have no idea of what's what when comes to different non hostile emotions and feels towards and from me and them." I answer truthfully,
"But you know what they look like, your sister and her partner, weren't always so sure we're they,didn't take them long but for a little while both couldn't figure it out nor acknowledged it, if you want to stop being so obvious, stop thinking about this kinda of stuff around a psychic." She reminds gently hitting my back in a friendly way,
"Heh, guess I should, just used to dwelling on these things in my head in peace, if I'm ever quiet or seemingly zoned, it's most likely cause I'm deep in thought about this or that. Guess you've figured out when I talk smart and detailed when I'm conveniently dodging and delaying answering a question and or subject." I ramble hoping to distract her
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An Unlikely Supernatural Relationship
FanfictionVilda Tepes is wasting away in her cave until a strange hunter comes along and saves her, Sam takes her with him wanting to protect her as she is the lasts of the E.Vs. Dean isn't to fond of her at first, will that change as Vilda comes across an o...
