From the Ashes [Supernatural] {4}

2.3 The 66 Seals

Bobby, Dean, Sam and I were in the study room. Sam and Bobby told Dean and me that Sam had to save Bobby from two little ghost girls. "So, they're all people we know?" Sam asked.

"Not just know. People we couldn't save," Dean said as he reloaded one of the salt shot guns. "Hey, I saw something on Meg. Did she have a tattoo when she was alive?" I asked. "I don't think so," Sam answered as Dean shrugged.

"It was like a -- a mark on her hand -- almost like a brand," I said. "I saw a mark, too, on Henriksen," Sam said. "What did it look like?" Bobby asked. "Paper," I ordered and he handed me a paper, and pen. "Thanks."

I sketched the mark from what I remember and after that I showed it to Sam. He pointed at it, "That's it." I handed the paper to Bobby and he looked at it, "I may have seen this before." He walked toward a book shelf and then a radio turned on, and played static.

Dean handed me the gun and reloaded another salt shot gun before handing it quickly to Sam, and then reloaded his own salt shot gun. Bobby handed Sam a couple of books, "We got to move."

"Whoa," Sam said as he grabbed the books. "Follow me," Bobby said as he grabbed a few books. "Okay, where are we going?" Sam asked. Bobby gave him a look, "Some place safe, you idjit."

He walked away, and me and my brothers followed with the books and shot guns. We walked downstairs, into a basement, and toward a huge heavy, iron looking door at the far side of the room.

Bobby opened the door but all we saw was darkness. My brothers and I exchanged a look and shrugged before walking inside. We looked up at a large fan on the ceiling to see it was made from a Devil's Trap.

Bobby turned the lights on and we saw another Devil's Trap on the floor, built in. There were shelves of weapons to create an arsenal, a desk, a bed cot that hung on the wall, a few chairs and a table.

Bobby closed the door as we continued to look around. "Bobby, is this . . ." Sam trailed off. "Solid iron. Completely coated in salt. 100% ghost-proof," Bobby said. "You built a panic room?" Sam asked in shock.

Bobby gave him a weird look, "I had a weekend off." Sam chuckled and I stared at the weapons. "Bobby," I started. "What?" He asked. I looked at him, "You're awesome."

The four of us smiled and chuckled. Dean noticed something over Bobby's shoulder, "Oh." We all looked over to see a poster of a woman in a bathing suit on the wall.

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Dean and I sat at the table and prepared the weapons while Sam and Bobby were at the desk, reading though the books. Dean and I glanced at each other and I knew he wanted to say something. "What is it?" I asked.

"See, this is why I can't get behind God," He said. "What are you talking about?" I asked. "If he doesn't exist, fine," He said, "Bad crap happens to good people. That's how it is. There's no rhyme or reason -- just random, horrible, evil -- I get it, okay. I can roll with that. But if he is out there, what's wrong with him? Where the hell is he while all these decent people are getting torn to shreds? How does he live with himself? You know, why doesn't he help?"

Dean and I looked at Bobby and Sam. Bobby shook his head, "I ain't touching this one with at 10-foot pole," He said before he went back to reading. "Yeah," Sam agreed. "Found it," Bobby said.

"What?" I asked. "The symbol you saw -- the brand on the ghosts . . ." Bobby trailed off. "Yeah?" Sam asked. "Mark of the Witness," Bobby said.

"Witness? Witness to what?" I asked. "The unnatural," Bobby answered, "None of them died what you'd call ordinary deaths. See, these ghosts -- they were forced to rise. They woke up in agony. They were like rabid dogs. It ain't their fault. Someone rose them . . . on purpose."