"I survived because the fire
inside me burned brighter
than the fire
around me "
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Darcey Winchester is anything but strong. Being oldest twin to Dean, she has come to an understanding that she never wi...
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In our time of dying
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Sam and Darcey Met in Dean's room. Grayson stayed with they're father sleeping. Lord knows the poor boy needed it. As the sister sat in her chair, Sam pulled out the ouija bored out of the brown bag. He set it up so they both could use it. "You do know he's going to make fun of you for this?" Darcey says to Sam "Yeah." Was all he said
With fingers on the talking device, Sam spoke they're brothers name first. "Dean, are you here?" Darcey asked this time. When the thing began to move, Darcey looked up to Sam. "Are you doing that?" She asked as it moved to yes. "No! Are you?" He asked back. "No!" Sam let out a weird laugh when he figures it must be they're brother moving it. "Oh, it's good to hear from you, man. It hasn't been the same without you." Sam says Darcey could definitely agree with that. "Yeah, there's a lot more arguing." She says hinting to Sam, who ignores her comment. The thing started to move again as it did, he was spelling something out for them. "What—" Sam says "H" Darcey said when it landed there. "U...hunt?" Sam spells out as Dean pushes the planchette to the letters. "You're hunting something?" Darcey asked. The planchette moved to yes. "Dean, it's a hospital, what are you hunting?" Sam asks "Do you know what it is?" says Darcey "What is it?" Dean started to spell again. " A reaper?" Sam says "Is it after you?" Darcey questioned fearfully. The planchette moved to yes. Darcey let out a nervous breath. "If it's here naturally, there's no way to stop it." Sam tells his sister. "Man, you're—" Sam doesn't finish his thought out loud. Taking her fingers of the planchette, Darcey rolls her chair back away from Sam. "Nope. He's not screwed. He's not going to die. Especially not by a reaper. No way." Darcey rushes out "Darcey, we cant kill death." Sam tried to calm her down. "I'm sure there's a way. Like dad said, anything is possible. So let's go talk to him because—" Darcey was able to complete her sentence because her breathing was starting to get sporadic and that was making it hard for her to talk. A sob like cry escaped her lip and her shaking hands pulled at her hair. "Darcey." Sam said calmly as he went over to her. He bent down so he was at eye level. She held on to the chair arms and looked at her. "It's going to be fine. All right? We're going to talk to dad, okay? Take a beep breath and we'll go see him." Sam says to her. She takes, with much effort, a few calming breaths and eventually she removes her hands from her head and whips her face and gives a small nod, then looked down at her lap. "Sorry." She says in a whisper. Sam brushes her hair back to how it was before and says, "Don't worry about it." Darcey smiled sadly at Sam. He then took his hands and placed them on the back of the wheelchair and pushed her the way to Johns room.
Upon entering, they only found a sleeping Grayson curled up in the bed John was supposed to be in. Darcey immediately rolled herself over and picked up her son, waking him up in the process. "Hey, buddy. Where's grandpa?" She asked him quietly. The little boy shrugged his shoulders and slowly ended up falling back asleep in her lap. Darcey looked to Sam, a panic expression on both their faces.
