Haunting ▹ Dean Winchester [2]

PART TWO ; sixteen

      sixteen ; she was close enough to be your ghost

( You're the only voice my heart can recognize, but I can't hear you now. 'Cause after loving you, I can never be the same ) — Red

THIS IS JUST A FILLER CHAPTER. I'VE BEEN REALLY LOW ON INSPIRATION LATELY AND I CAN'T SEEM TO WRITE AN ACTUAL CHAPTER FOR SOME REASON SO THIS IS ALL I CAN OFFER FOR NOW.

AND TODAY, JANUARY 8TH, IS MY BIRTHDAY!

BEFORE I FORGET, WOULD YOU GUYS BE DOWN TO READ AN AU CHAPTER OF DESSA? I HAVE A COUPLE IDEAS THAT I THINK WOULD BE ABSOLUTELY AMAZING WITH ODESSA AND DEAN'S CHARACTERS. LET ME KNOW.

      A docile breeze sailed through the warmth of the beaming sun, ricocheting from the small plain encircling the residence to the fabric of Dean's flannel, a gentle evocation of the steadier times. In the midst of the bedlam, he wasn't thinking of anything else other than his escape and his supposed savior. He didn't know how he was salvaged from the depths of Hell, the entirety of the predicament was completely disorienting for him and Sam, and he could only envision a favorable outcome with the woman Bobby recommended. Her name was Pamela Barnes, a renowned psychic who'd been enlisted by Bobby before. Knocking on the glass window of the door, sun beams poring through the sheer curtains, the door swung open, revealing an attractive woman with a wide smile. She laughed enthusiastically as she noticed Bobby, immediately embracing him, temporarily lifting him from the porch's wood boards as he groaned. "You're a sight for sore eyes." Bobby said, returning the smile.

      Pamela glimpsed over at Sam and Dean, eyeing them with a lauded gleam. "So, are these the boys?" Dean wasn't unacquainted with roaming gazes contained with evident desire, he typically exploited his allure and magnetism, and even though Pamela was undeniably appealing, his mind usually revolved around one particular woman.

      Bobby motioned over to them with a limp hand, "Sam, Dean—this is Pamela Barnes. Best damn psychic in the state." Sam and Dean grinned benevolently, declaring their greetings with an equally generous voice. Pamela hummed appreciatively as her gaze flickered between both brothers, chuckling as she glanced over at Bobby. He raised his eyebrows, sending her a knowing glint.

      Pamela's smile didn't dwindle as she returned her attention back to them. "Dean Winchester." She said, "Out of the fire and back in the frying pan, huh? Makes you a rare individual." Dean only frowned and half-shrugged, responding with a nonchalant 'if you say so'. He didn't know how to respond to a remark such as that. Upon noticing his discomfort on the matter, she stepped back, allowing them enough room to squeeze inside. "Come on in."

      "So you hear anything?" Bobby asked as he dawdled inside, referring to Dean's unexpected arrival.

      Pamela closed the door behind the three. "Well, I Ouija-ed my way through a dozen spirits. No one seems to know who your boy out or why." She replied, crossing her arms across her chest. "I'm thinking a seance next. See if we can see who did the deed."