𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 & 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 | 𝐃.𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 [𝟏]

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞—𝐒𝟒 𝐄𝟏: 𝐋𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

❝︎I will not break the way you did, you fell so hard...❞︎

𝟸𝟶𝚃𝙷 𝚂𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟾—𝙿𝙰𝙼𝙴𝙻𝙰 𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙴𝚂'𝚂 𝙷𝙾𝙼𝙴

AFTER A FOUR HOUR RIDE WITH Bobby in his truck, I was able to get caught up on what I missed in the last nine months. He asked if I would see my sister. And as much as I wanted to, I told Bobby there was no way I could see her knowing that some dark prophecy hanged over my head. It was what was best for her that I stayed away. I didn't want to bring her into whatever nonsense this was. And yet, no matter how much Bobby disagreed with me, I was not going to change my mind. For years, it had been my job to protect my little sister, and I was not going to bring her into this just because I missed her. That would be selfish of me.

And with that, we were on Pamela Barnes's doorstep. She was a pretty woman in her early thirties and wore a big smile on her face. I envied the ability she had to look both fantastic and be so happy. I think I lost all stability in my life when I went to hell. All the hope I had before, all the optimism I shared was drained. It's like hopelessness filled my body.

I cannot help but feel that everything was out of our control. Dean and I were right in the middle of whatever this was, and it was big, nasty, and there was nothing we could do to prevent it. Because whatever it was, started when we were in hell and whatever it was―it was the reason Dean and I were resurrected.

"Sam, Dean, Audrey. This is Pamela Barnes, best damn psychic in the state." Bobby said, introducing us to the woman. I smiled at her, trying to be polite because she was doing us a huge favor. No matter how broken up I was about everything and no matter how much I tried―when I blinked―my mind took me back to the fires of hell. No matter how much she reminded me of everything I used to be, a smile appeared on my face to show how grateful I was.

"Mmm-mmm-mmm. Dean Winchester. Audrey Blake. Out of the fire and back in the frying pan, huh? Makes you rare individuals." She said, taking in both of our appearances, almost silently judging us.

"I guess so."

"If you say so."

After all four of us entered her house, Sam being the last one in, shutting the door behind him, Bobby asked Pamela if she managed to hear anything.