Solivagant

Chapter Five

"Dean's a ghost and I still feel his silent judgment."

"Okay its taken me going door to door like a creep but I finally bribed one off a fourteen-year-old girl a half hour out", I assure Sam, waving my bright idea around as I wander down the stark corridor "Fifty bucks later and it was mine."

Furrowing his eyebrows, Sam wonders "What's a fourteen-year-old girl even doing with one of those?"

"Maybe she belongs to a satanic cult of necromancers", I suggest to Sam with a sarcastic grin. When he raises an eyebrow at my comment I shrug "Or she has slumber parties and contacts the ghost of Christmas past." Following Sam inside of Dean's room I briefly pause with my stare on him. Tightening my grip on the Ouija board I suddenly feel very defensive of my plan "Dean's a ghost and I still feel his silent judgment."

With a heavy sigh, Sam admits "Tell me about it." Apparently, Sam had heard something just before they revived Dean's heart. Like he heard Dean. Of course it took me a second to wrap my head around why he heard it and I didn't. He thinks it has to do with premonitions that he acquires from time to time like he's tuned into their frequency. According to Sam, the yellow-eyed demon Azazel fed him Demon blood as a baby- right before he burned his mother on the ceiling of Sam's nursery. I know. It's a lot to wrap your head around. I'm not going to lie the life of the Winchester's is like reading through a train wreck only you can't stop reading and the hits just keep on coming.

"What did your Dad say about this?" I curiously question Sam as we wander around the side of Dean's bed.

"I didn't tell him. Only that I think Dean's spirit is still hanging around", Sam explains to me. Noticing me pause where I stand, Sam asks "What? You think he'd agree with this?" Pursing my lips I shrug, knowing Sam does have a point there. "He did promise not to hunt the Demon", Sam sighs, kneeling on the floor "So I guess that's a positive sign."

Kneeling in front of him across the board, neither of us says a word. Only watching each other expectantly. Gesturing to the board, Sam encourages "Go on. Speak to him."

Rolling my eyes, I sarcastically retort "Yeah cause Dean is going to want to speak to me."

Sam sighs but knowing I have a point, spares a glance around the room as if Dean's spirit is here. "Hey. Uh... El and I think you're around... so... don't make fun of us for this but... um... there's one way we can talk." Placing his hands on his knees Sam spares a wary glance to me. I merely give Sam a meek shrug to go on. "Dean? Dean are you there?" When nothing happens, Sam moves his fingers to rest on the sliding platform. Glancing back up to me, Sam gives me an expectant look.