My Guiding Light

Chapter 3

Season: 4

Episode(s): Lazarus Rising

Setting(s): Astoria Hotel - Pontiac, Illinois

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"So is anyone going to enlighten me on who was talking about me?" I say as I exit the bathroom, drying my hair off and glancing at my brothers who are looking at me cautiously.
"What?" I say, immediately on guard.
They both look away and change the subject. Or rather, stay on the subject of the question I asked.

"Before we left to pick you up yesterday, Demons we're saying they thought me getting a 'get out of jail free' card had something to do with -and I quote- 'the missing Winchester'".He says with a sigh and shakes his head.

"'The missing Winchester'? What are they on about, I may not have been talking to you but I sure as hell wasnt missing." I defend, trying to make sense of what they meant. Of course, they meant that I had something to do with it, but I'm still not understanding what that is. I'm starting to think they know something that I don't.

I shake my head and sigh. "I swear the next time I see a demon I'm gonna beat the shit out of them for an answer." I mutter as I throw myself down on the couch next to dean who appears to be looking over some lore books in hopes of finding something that will explain how he was raised from hell.

He raises a questionable eyebrow at me at first but says nothing as the room falls into silence. We simply sit there, either researching or doing our own thing.

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At one point I realise, I fell asleep. And apparently so did Dean. Leaning against his shoulder I wake up with unfocused vision, my brain trying to comprehend what's going on.

Dean was quicker than I was in terms of jumping into action, already up on his feet with his shotgun as I'm slowly sliding out with my hand wrapped tightly around my trusty silver blade.

With one simple glance towards the main bed, Dean and I both know something's up. I look up at him and realise he's looking at me too, almost as if questioning if my 'twin-stinct' knew where he was. Considering I didn't even know he was put in some sort of demon hunger-games and was killed... I call bullshit on that theory. I just shake my head, shrug and take a deep breath. I may not know where he is but I know he's probably doing something stupid. As I said before, my brothers are dumbasses.

A moment later as Dean takes another step towards the door, shotgun aimed perfectly for a critical hit to the chest for an average sized adult, I hear the whispers that have been pounding at me for days now. Louder than they have ever been before. It was as if I was hearing a crowd of thousands all talking at the same time and yet I couldn't exactly make out what they were saying. The weight of my sudden schizophrenia had me glancing to dean for a silent plea of help when I realise he is hearing it too. Or something different? He's in so much pain he is literally in a ball on the floor. The worst it's doing to me is making me hold onto a table to stay standing.

And then the windows shatter -no, implode- and I'm on the floor too. Not because I was in pain but rather so I didn't get a piece of glass in my eye. As a qualified doctor and monster hunter, permanently loosing my eyesight seems a little...counterproductive.

I try attempting to crawl over to Dean's body now shaking in agony when I realise that I probably shouldn't. The shattered glass is already punishing me for my stupidity. That and the weirdest sensation riddles it's way through my body. Now, it's a sensation like no other so I'll do my best to describe it. It's kind of like this:

My muscles became tense, I was frozen solid. I'm convinced that if one of my limbs were kicked hard enough it would have snapped right off. While frozen and immobile a sense of warmth flooded my body, much like when drinking a warm drink that's just the right temperature but it wasn't just my chest. I guess you could say it was almost.... pleasurable.

What feels like an eternity later but I'm sure was only seconds I can feel myself being dragged from the room which looks as if a literal bomb exploded from it and into the back of a car.