My Guiding Light

Chapter 17

Season: 4

Episode(s): Yellow Fever

Setting(s): Rock Ridge, Colorado

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We get into the new hotel room after some lie about me not being able to climb stairs and being too claustrophobic to use an elevator which I mean is only a half lie, elevators a small metal coffins. If those wires snap like they do in the movies I go falling to my death. I don't like that idea.

Right now I'm pacing, trying to calm my beating heart as my arms burn from the constant scraping I've subjected them to.

Then I hear Dean break the clock and as a reflex, I grab my gun and shoot, only just missing dean as it lodges itself into the wall instead.

"Woah!" Sam comes running in, looking at the scene before him. "Everything alright?"

"Peachy." Dean and I say at the same time, I slam my gun down on the table, scaring myself slightly at how loud the impact was.

"Find anything?" Dean asks

"Yeah, Jessie O'Brien's body was cremated so I'm pretty sure she's not our ghost." Sam says as he throws himself down on a chair opposite Dean. "Hey, quit picking at that." He directs to Dean. "And you stop pacing, you'll make yourself dizzy." Dean and I both stop but I don't for long. I have to move or I scratch and if I scratch my arms will end up like Dean's. They're pretty close but they're not as bad....thankfully.

"How are you feeling?" I assume he's asking both of us but I'm not gonna answer. He doesn't really care, he said himself that I scare him so why would he care how I feel.

"Awesome." Dean says sarcastically, glancing at me for a quick second before looking back to Sam. "It's nice to have my head on the chopping block again, I almost forgot what it feels like."

I take in a deep breath at his words, one that unfortunately didn't go unnoticed but luckily it does go unacknowledged.

As that happens, Dean starts to cough and attention is back on him. He runs over to the sink, Sam following after him while I just stay suffering in the living space. He may be coughing but I feel like I'm choking. It reminds me of the time when I was like, four, and either Dean or Dad -I can't remember who- fed me an apple. Not understanding that I had to chew I ended up choking and had to go to the ER.

By the time I get the item that was impacting on my ability to breathe, Sam and dean were walking back, completely unaware of my latest side effect of the illness. "We gotta go. Lumber mill." Sam says. As he notices me sitting on the floor, taking in deep breaths he stops with a look of question and concern which honestly confuses me but I let it slide, simply holding up the large piece of wood. "You think?" Is all I let out before letting him help me up and take me to the car.

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We get to the mill and I'm tempted to just steal the car and drive away but I don't. I've been the weak one for long enough, I need to prove to my brothers that a little anxiety sickness isn't going to stop me from doing my job.

Then again holding a shotgun seemed a little hard. Mia, you shot a pistol at your brother only one hour ago, pull it together. I think, shake my head and take a deep breath, suppressing the anxiety as best as I knew how. That's when I notice that Dean didn't seem to be as strong in that department. He was holding nothing but a flashlight.

The boys start walking in and I follow, already my incurable anxiety creeping back in.

"EMF isn't gonna work with us around, is it." Dean speaks up as he notices the machine going off.

"No kidding." Sam says, continuing to walk before stopping us. Dean jumps and I shoot, earning a bitchface from my twin.

"To Frank, love Jessie." He reads the inscription on the ring.

"What was Frank doing here?"

Sam shrugs and continues forward, approaching a locker room which seems to have a haunted door. Sam, the only one with a sliver of courage, opens said door to reveal a cat. "Sam, kill it!" I yell as Dean, screams which scares me more than the probably rabies filled pest did. "I'm not killing the cat, Mia." Sam sighs then looks to Dean who is now gasping for breath. "That was scary!" He exclaims, causing Sam to just roll his eyes and walk away. "Wait!" Dean calls as he follows after him, and I following after the terrified older brother.

Despite me wanting to stay literally attached to my twin at this moment because this room is straight out of a freaking horror movie, I stay a few steps back, letting my brother's do the investigating. Mainly because I was feeling so worked up I could pass out but I'd never admit that. Ever.

Then the machines turn on and I can't move. You've all heard of fight or flight, but people generally leave out the third F.... freeze. Cause that's what I'm doing right now. Just staring at the haunted machinery and almost accepting its intentions on killing me.

Then there's the gunshot of Sam shooting what I'm assuming was a ghost but I can't tell cause I wasn't looking. Cause I can't move.

"Come on." Sam says in an annoyed tone as he drags me out of the mill.