From the Ashes [Supernatural] {4}

1.3 Angels

Bobby, my brothers and I walked outside the hotel and headed to the parking lot. "She's about four hours down the Interstate. Try to keep up," Bobby said and walked toward his car.

I looked at the Impala and then at Sam, "Hey, Sam?" He looked at me, "Yeah?" I smirked, "Shot gun, loser!" Then I took off toward the passenger side of the car before Sam could say anything.

Dean chuckled and Sam smiled, shaking his head. "Let's go," I said as I climbed into the passenger seat. Dean climbed into the driver seat and Sam into the backseat.

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We drove after Bobby's car down the road for an hour or so. "You know, there's still one thing that's bothering me," I spoke. "Yeah?" Dean asked. "Yeah, the night that I bit it. Or . . . got bit. How'd you guys make it out? I thought Lilith was going to kill you," I said. "Well, she tried," Sam said, "She couldn't."

"What do you mean, 'she couldn't'?" I asked. "She fired this, like, burning light at us, I jumped in front of Dean to protect him, and . . ." Sam trailed off, "It didn't leave a scratch, like I was immune or something and I saved him from dying."

"Immune?" I repeated. "Yeah. I don't know who was more surprised, her or us," He said. "She left pretty fast after that," Dean said. "Huh. What about Ruby, where is she?" I asked. "Dead or in Hell," Sam answered, shrugging. "Dead or alive," I said quietly in a sing song, and Sam and Dean chuckled. Dean looked at Sam from the view-mirror, "So you've been using your, uh, freaky ESP stuff?"

"No," Sam said. "You sure about that?" Dean asked, "Well, I mean, now that you've got . . . immunity, whatever the hell that is . . . just wondering what other kind of weirdo crap you've got going on."

"Nothing, Dean," Sam told him and looked at me, "Look, you didn't want me to go down that road, so I didn't go down that road. It was practically your dying wish." He looked at Dean, "And you were only wiling to go along with that plan if it could save Scarlett, and it couldn't, so we both just dropped it."

"Yeah, well, let's keep it that way," Dean told him. I looked between them in confusion and concern, "What is going on with you two?" Dean glanced at me and then back at the road, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, sure you two butted heads before, but you weren't like this," I said. Dean titled his head as he looked back at me and then at the road, "Well, I don't know, I guess that our peacemaker sister that kept the two feuding brothers from fighting, dying meant that we didn't have the peacemaker anymore?"

"After you, uh, after you were gone, we got into a kind of a . . ." Sam trailed off. "Kind of a blow out, and we haven't had the time to make it right," Dean said. "We do now," Sam said. "Let's hope for that," Dean muttered. I sighed and looked out of the window. 

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By the time we got to the psychic woman's house it was morning. We walked up the porch and Bobby knocked on the door. We waited until the woman answered it. She smiled at Bobby, "Bobby!"

The woman embraced Bobby, lifting him briefly off the ground before placing her back down. Me and my brothers exchanged an amused look. "You're a sight for sore eyes," Bobby told her. The woman crossed her arms across her chest as she looked at me and my brothers, "So, are these the guys?"

"Sam, Scarlett, Dean. This is Pamela Barnes, best damn psychic in the state," Bobby said. "Hey," Dean said. "Hi," Sam said. I nodded, "What's up?"

"Mmm-mmm-mmm," Pamela hummed and chuckled before looking at me, "Scarlett Winchester. Out of the fire and back in the frying pan, huh? Makes you a rare individual."