Beyond the Supernatural ( Winchesters' Fanfic!)

Chapter 24

Viper's POV:

My grip tightened on the impala's steering wheel as I neared the building. I had been thinking about my dream, and how long Cas was standing there. How much he had seen. With that thought I pulled into the parking lot of the building. An old abandoned wear house with broken windows and a faint odor of radiator fluid and gasoline filling the air, charming. I got out my gun and walked towards the door, watching my footsteps in the 3:30 am light and checking over my shoulders frequently. I pushed the door open slowly and peered in. Seeing as the coast was clear, from what I could see, I straightened my posture and put my gun down into a lower position.

"Cas?" I called out. My voice echoed through the building, ricocheting off the walls and returning back to me. "Cas!" I called out louder.

"Viper." He answered. I nearly jumped out of my skin, turning to see the blue eyed man peering at me from afar. I sighed loudly and put my pistol on my side, walking over to him.

"What do you angels have against using doors, or walking at all for that matter?" I asked sarcastically.

"I don't see the problem." He said, making a confused face at me, tilting his head like a puppy.

"Forget it. You said you had something to tell me?" I questioned.

"Yes, I do." He replied. A moment of silence passed before I spoke up.

"So..you gonna tell me what it is?" I questioned.

"It is about your dream the other night." He told me. My body froze in place and my cheeks heated up.

"What dream?" I acted dumb.

"The dream with the demons, the darkness, with the little girl in Tulsa that you-"

"Yeah, alright. What about it?"

"They are right Viper." He replied.

"Excuse me?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"The darkness. The demon that possessed you was very powerful. Seeing as you are fully cured, so to speak, you are no longer evil. But part of the demons darkness remains intact with your soul." He explained.

"Wait, so you're telling me that I have some kind of demon black-juice on my soul?" I repeated, feeling quite offended and shocked.

"Yes, exactly." He replied.

"So how do we get rid of it? Does my soul need to take a shower? Is there some anti demon-goo I can use to scrub it off or what?" I asked impatiently.

"A soul cleansing may work, yes. But not fully." He replied.

"Alright then what? Am I gonna have to walk around with this demon-shrapnel piercing my soul or are we gonna fix it?"

"There's only one other way to fix it." He replied. I motioned for him to go on, crossing my arms. "To counteract darkness, there must be light." He told me.

"Light as in-"

"Heaven's grace, yes." He answered my thought.

"Oh, come on. You think one extra thing isn't enough? I mean seriously, my soul is gonna grow limbs by the end of this." I rolled my eyes.

"It won't be painful. It won't effect you, until it is time." He spoke softly, I guess he picked up on my angst and worry.

"Until it's time?" I questioned.

"For you to choose." He answered.

"For me to choose what exactly?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Trials and tribulations," he stated. "The word states 'and after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you'."

"So what you're saying is that these two energies, dark and light, are gonna have a full blown World War 3 inside of my soul and it's up to me to choose a side?" I questioned.

"Precisely, yes." He replied. "You can not let the darkness win. Trust in the light, and you will be healed. Fall for the darkness and you'll be Lucifers servant for all of eternity." He replied.

"Sheesh, don't sugar coat it Cas." I sighed. "So either I use my body and soul for good, and let Heaven win. Or I lash out, use my darkness and become Lucifers little bitch?"

"Yes." He stated simply.

"Great, that's exactly what I wanted to hear."

"I will put my grace in you." He replied, ignoring my question.

"Look Cas, you're a great friend and all but I think I deserve dinner first, at least." I joked. He stared at me blankly and I coughed in an awkward way. He placed his two fingers on my forehead and all I saw was a bright light, and then heard the sound of Dean's voice. I opened my eyes and realized I was back at the hotel, lying in bed. The clock read 6:45 am.

Harley's POV:

I had woken up 15 minutes before Sammy, rolling over and laying still for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling. I eventually got enough energy to sit up in bed and put a flannel on over my tank top, slip on my converse, and pull my hair into a low ponytail at the base of my neck.

"You're up early." Sam mumbled from the bed as I brushed my teeth.

"I'm always up earlier than you, Moose." I mumbled in return. He laughed into the pillow and I rinsed my mouth out, walking over to the desk and opening my laptop. I scrolled a bit through some emails I had saved and looked for the number of the woman who had passed away from the supposed "attack" in a town near here. After scrolling a little further I came across her sons number, linked to hers, for funeral purposes I'm guessing. I dialed the number and brought the phone up to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Hi, is this Jake Smith?"

"Depends. Whose asking."

"My name is Agent Coleman, I've been assigned your mother's case." I told him.

"My mother's case has been closed for two months. Why the sudden interest from the FBI?"

"It's an independent case. My partner and I," I said, looking at Sam. "we asked to do the case. They insist that it's been closed but I just couldn't take no for an answer. Or no answer, rather."

"Do you suspect foul play?" He questioned me. I was taken back by his bluntness but held my composure.

"Well Jake, we aren't sure. That's why we thought you could help us out."

"231 West Washington Ave." He stated, hanging up the phone before I had a chance to reply.

"Who was that?" Sam asked, brushing his teeth now.

"Dead mom's son. I think we've got some help on this 'bear case' of ours." I explained. He nodded and pulled his jacket on as we headed out the door.