" the ghosts of all
those i've lost
haunt my dreams,
i don't want to
see you there, too. "
The Winchester's knew loss, better than anyone. Or so they thought, until they met Naomi Harris, who'd made as much of a c...
CHAPTER TWO | SHE'S A MYSTERY ( are you there, god? it's me, dean winchester )
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NAOMI HAD NO IDEA HOW LONG THEY ALL SAT THERE, SCANNING THROUGH BOOKS FOR ANSWERS AND MAKING ROCK-SALT BULLETS IN SILENCE. She tried to absorb the words on the page before her, she really did, but her mind was somewhere far away, that list of names her mom had sung reminding her of times she'd rather forget.
Apparently she wasn't the only one lost in thought, though Dean Winchester decided to voice his.
"See, this is why I can't get behind God." He told his brother.
"What are you talking about?" Sam asked innocently.
"If he doesn't exist, fine. Bad crap happens to good people. That's how it is - no rhyme or reason, just random, horrible, evil - I get it, okay. I can roll with that." Dean continued, glancing between Sam and Bobby, purposely trying his best to exclude Naomi from the conversation. "But if he is out there, what's wrong with him? Where the hell is he while all these decent people are getting torn to shreds? How does he live with himself, you know? Why doesn't he help?"
She didn't mind his exclusion much, she didn't know the Winchester's, and considering what she'd heard about them she didn't care to. Nevertheless, in a room as lacking of privacy as this one, it was impossible for her to tune out their talk. It was a debate she knew all too well, despite it being clear she was missing something in their conversation. The brothers seemed to look to Bobby for his input, but he immediately scoffed.
"I ain't touching this one with a 10-foot pole." Bobby said.
"Doesn't matter anyway." Naomi piped up blandly. "Either way, we're on our own. You got anything, Bobby?"
"Yep, I found it." He said.
"What?" Dean turned, interest peaked.
"The symbol you saw — the brand on the ghosts..." Bobby began.
"Yeah?" Sam prompted.
"Mark of the witness." Bobby named.
"Witness? Witness to what?" Sam asked.
"The unnatural." Bobby answered grimly. "None of them died what you'd call ordinary deaths. See, these ghosts — they were forced to rise. They woke up in agony. They were like rabid dogs. It ain't their fault."
"So, someone rose them? On purpose?" Naomi asked apprehensively.
