Supernatural In Nature (under construction)

6. Take A Holiday

-DIANA'S POV-

I was sitting on a bed when Sam opens the door. On the other side is Pamela, and Dean is behind her. "I can't even begin to tell you how crazy you two are." she says and feels about the room. Sam caught me up on how she turned blind and all that.

"Well, Pamela, you're a sight for sore eyes." Sam said as he closed the door.

Pamela turns around, and lowered her sunglasses far enough to reveal white plastic eyes. "Aw, that's sweet, grumpy." she puts her sunglasses back over her eyes. "What do you say to deaf people?"

Dean looks at me and I smile. Sam looks uncomfortable.

What's strange is I could feel his uncomfortableness, like it was mine.

I did a mental head shake and brushed the feeling off.

Okay to sum things up, we're in a town where no one is dying and I'm slightly freaked, okay I lied I'm completely freaked out, because we ran into Alastair earlier. So, after we got beat up, Dean got he idea to become ghosts to find the missing reaper. Crazy plan, I know. He had a concussion.

"Which one of you brainiacs came up with astral projection?" Pamela turned to face us.

Dean raises a hand. "Yo."

Pamela nodded. "Of course. Chachi."

Dean looked at Sam and me and mouthed the word Chachi. Sam and I shrugged.

"So, let's be clear. You want to rip your souls out of your bodies and take a little stroll through the spirit world?"

"Mm-hm" I said. "Crazy plan of Dean's."

Pamela crossed her arms. "Do you have any idea how heavy-duty insane that is?"

Dean took a small step forward. "Maybe, but that's where the reaper is, so..."

"So, it's nuts."

"Not if you know what you're doing."

"You don't know what you're doing." Pamela sighed.

Dean took another step forward and I hung near Sam. "No, but you do."

"Yeah, I do. And guess what? I'm sick of being hauled back into your angel-demon, Soc-Greaser crap." Pamela said sternly.

"Look, I'd love to be kicking back with a cold one, watching Judge Judy, too." Dean said as Pamela sighed again.

"Nice. More blind jokes?"

Dean shook his head. "You know what I mean. We're talking the end of the world here, okay? No more tasseled leather pants, no more Ramones CDs, no more nothing." he paused. "We need your help."

Sam closes the curtains. Dean flicks closed a lighter and drops it on the table next to some of the several candles burning around the motel room. He brings one of the candles over to a bedside table, shielding the flame with one hand.

Pamela and I are sitting in chairs between the beds.

"Tell me something, geniuses. Even if you do break into the veil and you find the reaper, how you gonna save it?" Pamela asked.

Sam closes the curtains on another window.

Dean smiled. "With style and class."

Pamela sighed lightly. "You're gonna be two walking pieces of fog who can't touch or move anything. You'll be defenseless, hotshot."

Sam turned to look at her. "I seem to recall a bunch of ghosts beating the crap out of us."

"Yeah, well, they had plenty of time to practice." I said. I've mostly been drifting in and out of the conversations, my mind on Alastair and Hell, and oddly food.