Beyond the Supernatural ( Winchesters' Fanfic!)

Chapter 7

Sam's POV:

"I think my visions are back.."

Harley looked at me with pleading eyes. I felt my stomach hit my toes. "Look, you're gonna be alright. Alright?" I said in a calming voice. I saw the tears prick at her eyes. "Alright?" I repeated. She shook her head.

"I don't-I don't know why-" she stuttered.

"Harley, it's alright. We'll figure this out." I said sympathetically. She once again shook her head. I hated seeing her like this. In pain. I hated even more knowing there was nothing I could do to help her. I was going to find a way to fix this. For her.

Harley's POV:

"Would you excuse me?" I asked shortly, not waiting for a reply as I ran over to the bathroom. I shut the door behind me and knelt down in front of the toilet. I hadn't eaten in a few hours so I figured I wouldn't be able to puke. I was wrong. I clutched my stomach as the vile feeling rose to my throat. I swallowed, trying to hold it down. I failed at that. I released what little food I had left in my stomach as a tear fell down my cheek. I heard the door open and shut. I would've made some bad joke about looking my best but at the moment I couldn't detest Sam's company even if I wanted to. He rubbed my back in small circles, still telling me we would figure this out.

Viper's POV:

I walked into the motel room Dean and I would be sharing for the next few days. 'Admiring' the dusty decor that filled the room. I looked over to see Dean lying on his back, legs crossed, watching some dumb show on the small motel television.

"Look at you being productive." I said sarcastically.

"You know how it is. Work hard play hard, baby." He smirked. I dismayed the baby part, seeing as it was Dean and it was just a part of his vocabulary.

"Yeah, whatever you say Pretty Boy." I replied, walking into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and put my hair up in a pony tail. Seeing as it was nearly down to my waist and a wavy mess there wasn't much more I could do to it. Changed into shorts and a hoodie and walked back out of the bathroom.

"You plan on going to bed anytime soon?" I asked Dean, without looking at him. After a few seconds with no reply I looked up to find him sleeping, the remote still in hand. "Guess that's a yes." I answered for him. I walked over and placed the remote on the coffee table next to our bed and pulled the covers over him. I had planned on going to the lobby and getting a snack before heading to bed, as per usual. I grabbed the motel key and shut the door lightly behind me. I walked to the vending machine and grabbed a small packaged apple pie, grabbing an extra for Dean.

"Hello." I heard a deep voice behind me say. I turned around abruptly and put my hand across my heart, seeing as it nearly gave me a heart attack. I saw a man with short brown hair and piercing blue eyes standing in front of me. He was wearing a suit and a trench coat.

"Can I help you?" I questioned, shoving the pies into my hoodie pocket. He could kill me at this point but he wasn't touching my pie.

"I'm Castiel." He stated. I remember my father telling me to never share information with anyone, no matter the circumstance.

The less they know the better.

"What are you?" I rephrased. 

"I'm an angel of the Lord." He replied. His face staying stone still.

"Part time accountant?" I snickered, gesturing to his outfit. He still stared at me and I suddenly realized my joke wasn't found humorous. I coughed awkwardly and adjusted my hoodie.

"This is my vessel." He replied, still monotoned. I started to imagine him getting scared, laughing, being sad and keeping that one face and tone. I giggled to myself. "Is this humorous?" He asked seriously.