Seer 3: Fallen

The Watcher

It took a couple days of wallowing alone in my puddles of tears, liquor and blood for me to be ready open up about what happened to my brothers over the dinner hour.
They listened to my story, without judgement or interruptions. Just shock and pity radiating off them and reflecting on their faces.

When I was finished, waiting for their responses and thoughts, I felt a little lighter, having gotten that horrible tale off my chest as well as my reforged uncertainty.

"Ok..." Dean began with a finger up from his beer, "Back up a minute. Father Time, and Mother Earth..are actual...people?"

I nodded. "Uh...sorta yeah. Or at least they can appear to be. I don't know. He was weird..."

"Really, Dean?" Sam scorned, "thats what's eating you about that whole story?"

"Yeah!" Dean exclaimed with a sharp nod, "cause I'm not surpised by the rest of it. Regardless of the how, its the why that's anything but surprising."

I folded my arms and bowed my head sheepishly, ready for whatever explanation he had. Because I didn't have a solid one, myself. I was supposed to be taking time separated from my Keeper to think things over, but instead I spent in sorrow and scotch.

"Obviously..." Dean continued sincerely, and pointing at me,"the problem is you...being a vampire."

I just sighed, having already considered that. But something about the way future Hazel talked, made me think that was only a means to an end.

"I don't think that's it, Dean," Sam muttered, also looking down thoughtfully, "at least not all of it."

Both of us narrowed focus on who was increasingly the wiser Winchester.
"What do you mean?" Dean argued, "you heard her! She turned into a genocidal mega-vamp! Of course Cas set out to put her down!"

Sam shook his head. "The problem is both of them, Dean...their relationship. They aren't even friends. Without us in the way, they could very well end up enemies."

I sank further into my chair, disinterested in my coffee completely and feeling shamed to no end.
"I don't know what to do..." I mumbled sadly.

"You guys have to stow all this crap," Sam said more loudly, "Its not that hard to figure out what Time and Earth we're trying to tell you."

I shook my head slowly in feeling lost and helpless, though my eyes were completely out of tears.
"I don't know how."

"Hazey," Dean spoke up again, much more softly, "if you still love him, you'll figure something out."
My lips quirked, unable to form a real smile, but I appreciated the tender suggestion coming from one so far into the dark already himself.

I wanted to find something else to say, but there were no words, and Dean's phone began to ring and break apart the tense melancholy.
"Speak of the devil," he said, much to my dread, "Cas?"

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Surpise, surpise...it was about Claire.

The three of us dragged ourselves down to Oklahoma, where she was apparently and inexplicably in a hospital. Castiel didn't have any further explanation than that for us, just that he seemed to think he needed help. Again.

I wasn't clear whether or not he knew I was coming. I was to be supervised all the time but there were ways of locking the bunker down with someone still inside.
The tension couldn't have been heavier inside the Impala on that relatively short trip to Tulsa. With Dean concerned over interacting with Claire again, after their rocky last encounter, Sam fussing internal over leaving a powerful witch unsupervised just a few miles from home...And then me, bursting with apprehension to face Cas.