Lawrence, Kansas is where it all started. Noelle Coleman had a dream to change the world, to help the people the universe couldn't bother with. It sparked with her father's death and her best friend. He was taken away from her without any hope for a...
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- - - Noelle
We were driving past the movie theater, and I had fallen asleep in the car as soon as we hit the road. My eyes fluttered open, hearing light conversation between the two brothers. Perhaps it was about the case. All I've done so far is stand and listen, and I longed to do something more.
"Come on, Sammy." Dean sighed. "I know you love her, but dude, she's not even helping."
Sam shot a glare at him, "She could provide backup if something happens, Dean. Something always happens."
He rolled his eyes, "We're fully capable men. She's just going to get in the way."
"She was raised to hunt by her father, Dean." Sam retorted. "Elle is skilled and-"
"Dean's right." I muttered, both of them turning to face me. "I'm not even helping, I'm just something else for you to worry about." Sam parted his lips, ready to defend my presence but I slapped my hand over his mouth. "If you say anything I'm going to walk home. Could you at least drive me back?"
Dean nodded, but his gaze shifted to a young woman putting up flyers. It was Amy Hein, the daughter of a deputy, and she could provide some valuable information. Sam and Dean left the vehicle as I stayed put, left with my thoughts.
If Dean was back and he was able to persuade Sammy so easily to hunt again, what would that mean for us? He had an interview Monday that would determine his future. Silently, I prayed to heaven that Sam wouldn't get dragged back into the dangers of hunting. He deserved so much more than stabbing demons and cheap hotel rooms.
Finally, the two came back and we drove back to our apartment in complete silence, dropping me off. Dean waited in the car as Sam walked me to the building doors, a guilty look tainting his puppy face.
"Noelle, I'm sorry..." He started but I stopped him with a gentle kiss.
I curled a tendril of his hair around my finger, "Come back in one piece, alright?"
He nodded and I engulfed him a hug, Dean honking the horn from behind us. I kissed my fiancé one last time before he rushed back to the '67 Impala, a beautiful antique that I was surprised he owned. It had to have been John's, had amazing taste in cars I must say.
God, I hope Sammy gets out alright.
- - - Sam
I walked through the front doorway, seeing pitch black in the apartment. The effortless silence scared the daylights out of me, and I immediately wondered if Noelle was alright.
"Elle?" I called out, looking around while closing the door behind me. "You home?"
On the kitchen counter, a plate of chocolate chip cookies sat. They were cold, but I smiled as I saw a little blue note beside them. Missed you! Love you! Next to the plate was a National Geographic magazine and I smiled; she knew me so well. The chocolate chips melted in my mouth as I picked one up, heading to the bedroom. The shower was running in the other room and I laid down in the bed, awaiting Noelle's angelic presence.
Closing my eyes, I thought about seeing her shining face again. I missed her so much throughout these events, especially the fact that a ghost woman was in a car beside me. All I could think about was how Dean was talking about her and she heard every word. We all grew up together, Dean was like the older brother she never had, and he wanted to get rid of her so quickly.
Suddenly, a warm drip surfaced on my forehead. I touched the spot gently and opened my eyes, another appearing right afterwards. My breath hitched in my throat in horror, as pinned on the ceiling above me was Noelle. I gasped looking at her stomach that was crimson, unstoppable bleeding dripping from it.
"NO!" I screamed, watching her body become engulfed by the growing flames.
The living room door fell to the ground as Dean kicked it open, rushing into the bedroom hearing my screams. "Sam! Sam!"
"NOELLE!" I yelled again, Dean looking up and seeing her body just blanketed by the orange flames.
He grabbed me, dragging me out the door with all of his body weight, as I struggled to get to her. Dean was just too strong for me right now, my whole body just wanting to reach my everything. As we left, I noticed a small object gleaming on the floor in the kitchen and I grabbed it, tears streaming down my face.
Noelle didn't deserve this, she didn't want this for us. She needed a life that could've supported her and her wildest dreams. She had the biggest fantasies; we were going to do amazing things together. I could just picture the giant smile on her face as she talked about it, cup of hot chocolate in her hands and her eyes glowing with hope, her sunshine hair falling in front of them. Now it was gone, the only thing reflecting in her baby blues the orange light licking at the whole apartment building.
My angel wanted to make a difference, helping one misguided person at a time. I had to carry on her legacy, saving every person I possibly could. She would've wanted me to. She deserved so much better.
Out of every person Elle listed that ever needed safety and love,
