My Guiding Light

Chapter 4

Season: 4

Episode(s): Lazarus Rising

Setting(s): Pontiac, Illinois- On road and in abandoned shed thing.

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I completely ignored Dean and Bobby's conversation in the car. Okay, that's a lie, I just ignored them when they tried to direct questions at me. Because I had just as much of a clue as to what happened as they did. Nada.

Dean had just gotten off the phone to Sam, I could hear the muffled and outright lies coming from Sam's end not to mention the bullshit that spewed fluently from my oldest brother. Not that I blame him, I probably would have done the same. My brothers and I don't agree on most things, mainly just that monsters need to burn in Hell and that's about it. But I agree with Dean on this one.

"Why the hell didn't you tell him!" I hear Bobby yell and silently cringe. Recent events have given me a migraine.

"Because he just tried to stop us." Dean replies simply. It's in that moment that I knew he caught on to Sam's lies too.

"From what?"

"From summoning this thing." Dean says, glancing from my analytical face to Bobby's 'you're an idiot' face. "It's time we face this head on."

"You can't be serious."

"As a heart attack." Dean shrugs and I reach over to slap him on the arm.

"Dean, we don't know what the hell this thing is. It could be anything and you wanna what? Go in guns blazing and hope to god we don't die?" I ask to which he just shrugs as if that was his exact plan of attack. "Well, we have the big-time magic knife and an arsenal in the trunk. Between the three of us..." he trails off, looking to Bobby who seems to be slowly giving in.

"This is a bad idea." Both bobby and I say, earning a shrug from the oldest living Winchester. "I couldn't agree more but what other choice do we have?"

"Uh... life? Dean I have a life back home. I wanna help you but I also want to get back to my girlfriend in my car. Not a body bag."

Dean sighs and rubs his face. "I know, I know. But I'm not going to wait around for the thing to catch me with my pants down again." I cringe at his metaphor. "We're making a stand." He says with finality.

"We could use Sam in this you know." Bobby pipes up and I frown. I know he's right but I also know that I don't want my twin getting into this just as much as I don't want to be in this myself.

"He's fine where he is." With those words the conversation dies off completely and we're left alone in the dark to sit with our thoughts until we reach the place Dean intends to be stupider than what he was when he made the deal that saved Sam.

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Soon enough we arrive at a shady looking bomb shelter. Shady because of how not covered in graffiti it is. Not that it will stay that way after Dean is done with it.

I sit down at the table placed furthest away from the door as I stitch up one of the glass injuries with 100% perfection.

"You could help you know." Dean says as he finishes yet another sigil.

"Me? With a paint can? No thanks. Unless I'm using it as a flame thrower, I'm not touching those things." Why? Long story short I had an accident with one as a kid where it exploded, cut my arm wide open and dad got pissed.

Dean just groans and continues painting alongside Bobby.

"Traps and talismans from every faith on the globe." Bobby says as he finishes the last of the paintings.

"Yeah well it's one hell of an art project." Dean replies. "Over here we've got stakes, iron, silver, salt, knife. I mean, we're pretty much set to catch and kill anything I've ever heard of."

"Doesn't make it a smart idea, Dean." I mutter and Bobby seems to agree.

"Yeah yeah, I heard you both the first ten times. Now why don't you say we ring the dinner bell."

Bobby silently acknowledges him, walking over to the bowl to summon the being called Castiel. I've gotta say, and by say I mean think because it's absurd and Dean would get cranky at me for not saying it earlier. The name sounds familiar. Not sure how, but it does.

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Anticlimactic. That's what best describes the next phase of events because nothing even happens. We're all just sitting down in complete silence just waiting for something to show up so we can kill it.

"Are you sure we did the ritual right?" Dean pipes up after about five to ten minutes of silence. Bobby is quick to give a bitch face. "Sorry, touchy touchy." He mutters and looks over to me, sitting in the floor, leaning against the wall. "MJ." He says to get my attention, which he does. My head snaps up from my focused gaze on the knife I'm spinning so quick I almost drop the knife. "Care to explain why you had such a different reaction-" Dean goes to interrogate me when the shaking happens. Similar to what I assume would be an earthquake. I'm quick to stand up and ready my stance, anything to not answer Dean's question.

"Wishful thinking but maybe it's just the wind." Dean says and I scoff. "Yeah, the wind." I say and then a light explodes almost right above Dean. Both he and I duck away from it.
And then all the lights are dead. I glance up at the door and my stomach drops as I see it opening. Whatever this thing is, it's here.

"Guys." I say and they both look up, focusing on the creature, guns raised and shooting. I have a gun too but it's not shooting. I feel frozen, much like I did in the hotel room.

Nothing works, and me in my dumbass frozen state can do nothing but stare. Dean places himself in front of me protectively as he holds the knife, staring this...Castiel... up and down.
"Who are you." Dean demands, ready to stab him then lecture me on not doing anything while all I can do is stare in confusion at Castiel as to why I'm so drawn to him. "I'm the one that gripped you tight and raised you from perdition." He says in a rough voice. "Yeah, thanks for that." Dean says and stabs the thing in the chest. And yet he doesn't even flinch.

Somehow I knew that. Why did I know that? The thing takes it out, and as Bobby goes to attack he knocks him out cold. Again, I knew that would happen. How? I was on the verge of freaking out. I didn't know what to do or what was happening. "We need to talk, Dean. Alone." Is all he says before he walks up to me with what seemed to be a glimpse of recognition. That's the last thing I remember before he administers the same fate to me as he did Bobby.

When I wake up, the first words I hear are "Because God commanded it. We have work for you."