Beyond the Supernatural ( Winchesters' Fanfic!)

Chapter 33

Harley's POV:

"Son of a bitch!" Dean yelled, trying to get Baby to start, for the third time. With a final rev of her engine Baby decided to work and the boys sped off in the direction of the wearhouse, Bobby and I being left to ride in his old truck.

"I hope like hell we ain't too late," Bobby stated.

"You and I both." I mumbled.

We eventually got to the wearhouse, Bobby and Dean going in first, Sam and I filing in behind.

"Down here!" Dean yelled, running towards a frail looking body. The closer we got the clearer the body appeared. It was Viper.

Viper's POV:

With the memories of the Dijnn racing through my mind I tried to remember the details Sam had told us the night before.

"Could you excuse me for a minute?" I asked Harley sweetly. We were outside watching the kids play tag while the guys sipped their beer. I went to pick up one before leaving when Harley grabbed my arm.

"Vi, what are you doing?" She asked confused. I looked down at my beer and back at her, shrugging. "You haven't drank in years, you went to a sobriety class and everything, remember?" She questioned.

"Oh, uh-yeah. I forget sometimes." I smiled awkwardly, putting the beer down and walking inside. "A sobriety class, really?" I scoffed in annoyance, heading up the stairs. I walked to Dean and I's room and headed toward the closet. My head started to hurt, and I could feel my vision going blurry. I tried to steady myself, images of the Dijnn popping into my head, the wearhouse, flashes of Sam's description coming back to me. My knees got weak and my head got heavy. I started to fall towards the closet when someone caught my arm.

"Sweetheart, are you alright?" I heard someone say, snapping me back. I looked up to see no one other than my mother before me.

"Mo-Momma?" I questioned, confused beyond belief.

"Sweetie, what in the world is the matter? Are you feeling okay?" She questioned, putting her hand on my forehead. I sighed and smiled a little bit. "You know," she started, walking out of the bathroom with a wet rag, joining me on the bed. "you could stay here with us. You don't have to go home." She stated. I looked at her confused, Harley walked into the room shortly after.

"She's right," Harley stated. "I know you're planning on leaving, planning on 'waking up'."

"But this is a whole lot better. We can be together." Dean said, walking over to me with tear filled eyes. "We can all be together." He looked around.

"I-I'm sorry, I can't." I stated.

"Can't, or won't?" My dad questioned from outside of the room.

"Dad, I-I don't-" I stuttered.

"You don't have to understand, just stay." He pleaded.

"I-I can't." I replied, tears streaming down my face.

"Please, we love you." Dean stated.

"I love you too." I whispered quietly. All of the sudden the headache came back, full force, causing me to fall from the bed to the ground. I blinked my eyes open, seeing darkness, feeling the atmosphere change to something much sadder, darker. I could feel myself moving but knew my feet were still. I continued to look around before I heard a voice.

"It's gonna be alright Vi, I've got you." I heard someone's deep voice say. I looked up to see Deans face, muddy and blood painted.

"Are-are you okay?" I quietly choked out.

"Shh, we're almost out of here, just stay still. Alright?" He said, not looking down at me.

"I love you." I whispered quietly, knowing that he didn't hear me but I didn't care. I just needed to say those words out loud, to hear myself say them was all the reassurance I needed. To know that this was real, that we were still real, even outside of that dream.

Harley's POV:

"Are you crazy?!" I scolded, pacing back and forth in front of Viper. She sighed and rubbed her temples.

"Can I just go to bed?" She rolled her eyes.

"No. No you can't." I spat.

"Seriously? You're gonna deprive me of sleep over this?" she retorted.

"No, dumbass. You might have a concussion. That's why you're not sleeping." I rolled my eyes.

"Guys, really?" She pleaded with Dean and Sam. Bobby walked out of the room the second we got here.

"It was a dumb decision, Vi." Dean shrugged, leaning on the couch next to her.

"Look, I may be soulless but I'm not stupid." She stated lowly. "You don't trust me, I can see that."

"It's not that," Sam stated, sipping his coffee.

"Then what is it?!" She yelled.

"You're dangerous," Sam stated calmly, "to yourself."

"Alright, whatever." She sighed, getting up from the table and pouring whiskey in a glass.

A few hours had passed and we finally allowed Viper to go to bed. I tried to sleep but failed so I went back downstairs to do some research. I tried to find any new case, not really finding anything that stuck out except for an interview with a woman in a local nursing home. She stated that Hades, the god of the underworld, tried to drag her with him. Also stating that her husband was killed by another god, and her son was missing. I jotted down some notes, shut my laptop, and checked my watch; 5:15 am. Shit. I sighed quietly and went to the kitchen, getting out my jug of chocolate milk and drinking from it. I dug up some old newspapers and police reports from a pile Bobby kept in the corner and searched around for anything near what the old woman reported. I found a file from a few weeks ago, same state, about 30 minutes away from the first report.

October 3, 2016.

Dan Woodfeild, 30 years old. Reported dead on the scene after police were dispatched yesterday evening. (October 2, 2016.) Dan called the police, stating the following-

"They're after me! Help me please!"

When asked who, he stated that the god of the sea, Poseidon, was after him. After running certain tests during the autopsy, no mental health problems were found, nor reported. Police arrived on the scene at 9:54 PM. Dan was announced dead 10 minutes later, drowned on the living room floor. No signs of forced entry or struggle reported.

"Well I be damned," I mumbled to myself.

"What?" I sleepy voice asked from behind me. I turned around to find a sleepy moose-looking man rubbing his eyes.

"Oh, mornin'." I replied, ignoring his question at first. "Just some weird crap I found that happened in the past few days in Montana" I stated.

"We can go check it out if you think it's a case." He told me, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"Yeah, sure. I'm gonna go shower before Dean or Vi decide to steal all the warm water." I stated, getting up and heading upstairs. I wasn't at all prepared for a new case, physically or mentally, but it will get my mind off of my soulless sister for a while.