Burnt [Supernatural] #Wattys2015

Never Close Our Eyes

Song for the chapter: Never Close Our Eyes by Adam Lambert
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SAM POV

Dean and I grabbed the body of Coraline Bailey. The only way to keep her from coming back, or a demon posessing her, is to salt and burn the body. So, that's what we did. Elizabeth had fallen asleep in the back of the Impala, so we didn't have to struggle with her coming to attack us.

"Dean, we have to tell Elizabeth," I said, tapping out the ashes.

Dean looked at me, and scoffed, "How, Sam? She's gonna think we're crazy!"

I rolled my eyes, "Everybody thinks we're crazy after we either tell them the truth, or save them. Dean, we've saved her, and I'm pretty sure after seeing her sister die, that the woman over there is not human."

Dean rolled his eyes, and picked up something from the ground. It was a key, "I'll drive the girl back to the motel room, and you follow in her car." Dean tossed the key at me.

I rolled my eyes, but nodded nonetheless. Dean was always with the Impala. His Baby. Legit what he calls 'her.'

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A few minutes later, we're in Elizabeth's motel room, waiting for her to wake. Dean was drinking a beer he got from the trunk of the Impala, and I sat drinking coffee. I'd totally be drinking beer, but with my luck, I wouldn't stop.

"How do you wanna explain this, Sammy? The girl's still got her sisters blood on her hands. Literally," Dean was pacing now, "We can't tell her about the demons and shit we keep from everybody else!"

I hung my head for a moment, "I know, Dean. But, maybe we can save her from the things that go bump in the night. Jess would still be alive if I told her. We have to tell her!"

"Tell her what?" Elizabeth interrupted. Both Dean and I snapped our heads up. She looked at us with concern, then down at her sticky hands.

"Let's clean you up before we explain anything," Dean spoke, downing his beer, and grabbing Elizabeth's upper arm.

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ELIZABETH POV

I'd heard the ranting of Sam and Dean. Deciding to make my presence known, I opened my mouth. Soon enough, Dean was taking me to the bathroom to clean my hands off. The memory from the previous few hours was still replaying in my mind. As Dean started to wash me up, I could feel the burning in my eyes. Coraline and my mother were dead. But, the thing that killed her... Demon that killed her, is... I don't know where she is.

"You alright, Kid?" Dean asked, grabbing a warm wash cloth. He gently wiped my forehead. I gasped in pain, "You've got a cut... A deep one."

"Oh." Was all that could escape my mouth.

"You'll need stitches," Dean said. I stiffened a little, "It'll be fine.. It doesn't hurt much."

"Thanks. That helps."

Dean grabbed a first aid kit, and grabbed a needle and thread. He burned the needle to sterilize, and then threaded the needle, "Sam's a lot better at this, but I'm pretty good." A shooter of alcohol was also in the kit. I was instructed to lay on the floor, and I did so. My head sat in Dean's lap while he stitched the wound. It really didn't hurt as bad as I thought. It stung a shit ton, but that was it.

Dean finished stitching me up, and wiping up the blood from my hands and face. Both of us walked back to Sam, and Dean set me on the bed across from the one Sam was resided on. The two men looked at each other, and sighed. Frustration evident in their faces. It seemed like they didn't want to tell me something.

Sam decided he would start talking before Dean, "Elizabeth... That woman you saw at the site of your house... She wasn't normal-"

"She was a Demon," I stated. The boys looked at me with a weird expression. I told them about how I learned ancient names in my mythology class, and hers seemed to pop up, "But, I thought it was all a myth... Not reality."

Dean looked at me, "Well, it's all real. Demons, Angels, vampires, werewolves, ghosts, wendigos. All of it."

My eyes widened, " How do you guys know that? I thought you were just a pair of FBI."

"We're not agents. We're brothers. Hunters. We hunt the supernatural beings that hide under the bed... That hide in the dark corners of the street." Dean said plainly, "We tried to keep it from you, but since your sister was murdered, it was kind of evident you knew that Kelly wasn't human. And because that weird guy that popped up in your motel a few days ago. He's Cas. An Angel."

I took a second to take it all in. They weren't really apart of the FBI... But hunters. Wow, "So... What's your story then?"

The brothers looked at each other, "Well," Sam began, "It's the Winchester thing. I mean, there are other hunters, but we were brought into it by our father." Sam told their story... Dean occasionally butting in.

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A/N: SHORT... I KNOW. CORALINE IS DEAD?!

I'M SORRY.

~Mae