My Guiding Light

Chapter 7

Season: 4

Episode(s): Are you there, God? It's me, Dean Winchester

Setting(s): Bobby's House - Sioux Falls, South Dakota

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"So they're all people we know!?" Sam pretty much yells as he paces around the study, my eyes following him.

"Not just know, people we couldn't save." Dean replies as he loads a shotgun full of salt and throws it to me. I catch it with a nod, holding it comfortably in my hands. "I saw something on meg. Did she have a tattoo when she was alive?" He asks to anybody who has an answer so really...anyone but me. Sam shrugs, Bobby isn't really bothering to indicate an answer. Maybe he didn't know meg either. "It was like a mark on her hand. Like a brand." He continues and something clicks in both me and Sam. We glance at each other as if anticipating who's gonna talk and with just a quick furrow of the eyebrows, Sam knows that he's the one that's gonna be talking.

"I saw a mark too on Hendrickson." He says simply, spiking Bobby's attention. "What'd it look like?" He says simply in a very cranky grandpa kind of way. Within moments, Sam is drawing the mark that has been on all the angry spirits we've encountered so far. Not that they actually know I saw the spirit of my dead girlfriend or that I sent her up in flames with my hands but you know, 'girl stuff' has always been a good enough answer to shut em down from asking if they ever do so.... yolo. Or in my brother's cases.... you only life fuck knows how many times. Not as catchy though.

"We've gotta go." Bobby says, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Follow me."
To Sam's request to where we're going, Bobby -as predicted- looks at him like I almost always do: like he's stupid. "Some place safe, ya idjit." He says as he starts walking with a bunch of books.

We all walk downstairs to the basement when he pretty much pushes us into a decently sized panic room. Sam is already questioning Bobby's ability to build a panic room in his 'weekend off' while I'm just walking around, soaking in every detail of the place. Well I'm making it look like I'm doing that. I'm actually trying to figure out how and why I have fire hands.

I'm not even really paying much attention when dean goes ranting on about how he doesn't believe in god. Sure, I hear but I refrain from a full on argument. All I do is answer his rhetoric question with one word "fate" and go on staring at the shadows on the ground despite Dean expecting me to continue.

"I found it." Bobby says not long after, deciding to change subject before things got too awkward and or heated. "The mark of the witness. These ghosts were forced to rise." He says which confirms my earlier suspicions. "The spell used to bring 'me back was so powerful it left a mark - a brand on their souls." He goes on to talk about big plans and ancient prophecies but I pretty much zoned out after 'forced to rise'.

I force myself to pay attention when I see Dean start throwing weapons. They had a plan and I missed it. Great. I should be fine if I can control my fantastic four tendencies but something tells me I won't have much luck in that department. Nor will my brothers accept 'girl problems' as an excuse if they actually see me become lava girl.

"Will you be okay?" I hear dean asking and I glare at him even though the answer is no, because for ones I was the stupid Winchester and didn't listen to the plan. "Due, I will shoot you in the face." I say and and ready the shotgun to attack some ghosts.

Luckily, Bobby summaries the plan as we corral around the door. Cover each other, don't run out of ammo before he finishes the spell, don't die. So...common sense really. Here goes nothing.

As we walk out, we head to the stairs, immediately blocked by someone Dean seems to recognise. When he starts talking to the thing I get even more confused. Sam was the talk-first-shoot-second person, not Dean. Especially when the risk of literal death was involved. I'm so focused on my bitch face to my brother that I almost jump when bobby shoots and we're back on our way.

The adrenaline filled fight against the clock was on, despite Bobby's direct order to have each other's back, we end up separating anyway to find ingredients for the spell. Sam upstairs, me down the hall and dean in the kitchen.

I didn't realise I was trapped until it was too late. I was already down to my last shotgun, having fired one of the two out completely on the approaching ghost who just keeps disappearing before the salt reaches them. I knew this person. Another one of my relationships but this was shorter. And their death much slower than Katie's. They had one hand gripped tightly around my throat, another over my mouth so I didn't scream. Unfortunately for me, there wasn't any ingredients for the spell here so the boys would probably focus on getting rid of the threat before making sure their sister wasn't dead.
"Remember me?" The voice says as smooth as I remember it being as I just stare into the cold grey eyes. "I'd sure hope so, you killed me after all." They continue as I try and raise my hand to turn them to dust as I did Katie but before I can, darkness welcomes me.

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I wake up to Sam shaking me slightly. "Cutting it a little close now I see." I say as I use his shoulder to help me up, using my free hand to lightly brush over my neck which I can tell is incredibly bruised.

"Sorry... we uh...."

"Don't make excuses. Especially when they're bullshit." I say as I painfully take a step back to where Dean and Bobby are. "For future reference, if you want me dead there's quicker ways to do it." Dean looks up at me worriedly but I shot him down with an accusing glare. "I've had a tough day. I'm going to sleep where I can dream about what would be happening right now if I was an only child." Okay, maybe that was too harsh but at the moment I don't care. They deserve it after leaving me to die at the hands of...them...