My Guiding Light

Chapter 25

Season: 4

Episode(s): Its The Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester

Setting: N/A

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The door opens and closes and i release Sam from my grip, pulling myself up as best i can, although with all the pain im currently in im pretty sure im one literal step away from passing out.

"What the hell was that?" I hear Dean whisper. Not sure whether he is talking to me or Sam, I wait for a response or completele silence.

"halloween lore." Sam responds. Okay, so nobody is questioning me biting into Sam's shoulder or my broken wrist. Thats good. "People used to wear masks to hide from him so i gave it a shot."

My head whips around to stare at him as both dean and i hiss "A shot?!"

Sam just bitchfaces us and then gives a deeper one to me. "What the hell was that back there?" He asks me, nodding to his shoulder with the faint bite mark now evident on the fabric of his jacket. "The bitch stepped on my wrist. Unless you wanted me to ruin your 'shot', deal with it." I grumble, using my non-crushed arm to push myself up. Surprisingly, i dont fall back down.

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"Where are we gonna find this mook?" Dean asks as he helps me walk to the car. Even though im insisting that im fine, im pretty sure i didnt pass his 'how many fingers am i holding up' test.

"Where would you go to raise all the dark forces of the night?" Sam asks as if it was obvious, wiping off the blood on his face much like Dean had done not too long previously. My face was already cleaned, courtosey of Dean as he was tesing my ability to function.

"A cemetary." Dean says with an 'oh shit' realisation tone.

"Yeah."

"Wait, wasnt there a crypt party or something going on tonight? I thought i heard some of the witnesses talk about it." I pipe up as Dean places me in the back, mumbling a threat that goes something along the lines of 'get blood on the leather and i kill you'.

"All the more reason to get going." Dean replies simply, slamming my door shut and getting in himself.

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For the first few minutes of the drive to the cemetry located just outside of town its silent. I feel the pull of unconsciousness starting to drown me when Sam speaks up, waking me from the threat of an acute coma.

"So, this demon's pretty powerful." He says, keeping his eyes mostly fixed to the road ahead.

"Yeah." Dean replies simply in a 'im shitting myself' tone

"It might take more than the usual weapons." He says and i sigh deeply, knowing exactly where this is going because it going the same way it went when we were attacked at the bar.

"No. Mia is injured to the point she cant even hold herself up - not that id want her using it if she could and you... just, no. Youre not using your psycic powers whatever."

"But-"

"No, dont even think about it, Ruby's knife is enough."

"Why?"

"Because the angel said so, for one."

"I thought you said theyre a bunch of fanatics."

"They happen to be right about this."

"I dont know, Dean. It doesnt seem like theyre right about much." Sam comments, their voices becomming more muffled as we go. The stress of the argument probably isnt helping.