Memories of Old

The Psychic's Séance

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Willow's pov

We knocked on the door of the psychic Pamela house. It opens to reveal a woman in her thirties with green eyes, Black curly hair, and a white smile that would blind you if you looked to long.

"Bobby!" She gleefully yelled and hugged him tightly, picking him from the ground slightly. We all share a look.

"Your a sight for sore eyes." He told her. She steps back and observes us, creeping the hell out of me. She stares at Dean for a while, then at me. Although she stares at me longer then the rest.

"So these boys?" I look at her questionly. "And lady." She smiles dazzingly, correcting herself in the process.

"Sam, Dean, Willow. This is Pamela Barnes, best damn psychic in the state." He introduced her to us properly.

"Hey." Dean says flirtatiously.

"Hi." Sam being a little awkward about it.

"Sup."

"Mmm-mmm-mmm. Dean Winchester. Out of the fire and back into the frying pan, huh? Makes you a rare individual."

"If you say so." She then takes a look at me, i could already tell where this was going. Yeah, might as well get ready for it, it's bound to be told anyway.

"Willow Singer. I see you are very similiar to Dean in this case. You were brought back too, where you not?" She asked, i glanced around to look at everybody before answering.

"Yes, i was." I answered stifly. She gasped and stared at me.

"You haven't told them yet, have you? But no matter, you will tell them when you are ready." She nodded at me, i was relieved she didn't tell...exactly, but they still look a little confused.

"What does she mean, you haven't told us yet?" My father asked.

"Nothing. I'll tell you everything later." He nodded slowly, i knew he was worried but we had a job to do.

She opens the door for each of us. I was last, i looked at her briefly and she smiled knowingly. I could trust her. She shuts the door and follows us.

"So, you hear anything?" Dad asked her.

"Well, i Ouji'd my way through a dozen spirits. No one seems to know who broke your kids out, or why." She informed us.

"So what's next?"

"A séance, i think. See if we can see who did the deed." She answered him, preparing the subject.

"Your not gonna... summon the damn thing here."

"No, i just want to get a sneek peek at it. Like a crystal ball without the crystal."

"I'm game." Dean spoke out. Pamela spreads out a thick black table cloth that is covered in strange circles on a small table.To she gets her supplies she squats down, while Dean cocks his head in her direction. After nudging Sam in that direction. On her lower back reads a tattoo.

Jesse Forever

"Who's Jesse?" Dean asked, still looking at Pamela's rear. She chuckles and stands up.

"Well it wasn't forever."

"His loss." She walks by him then stops with candles in her hands.

"Might be your gain." She walks again, Dean lowering his voice as he turns to face us.

"Dude, I am so in."

"Yeah, she's gonna eat you alive." Sam pointed out.

"Hey, i just got out if jail, bring it." I just chuckled at his instincts to go with every pretty girl he sees. She passes by again.

"Your invited too, grumpy." She winked at Sam and left. Suddenly Dean turns to Sam.

"You are NOT invited." He points at him.

After the séance was set up we all sat around the small table. Dean and i sat next to Pamela. Next to Dean was Sam, next to me was obviously my father.

"Right take each other's hands." she told everyone, we did as we were told.

"And i need to touch something our mystery monster touched." she slides her hand to Dean and suddenly he jumps up.

"Whoa. Well, he didn't touch me there."

"My mistake." she chuckled. Then things got serious, we both looked at each other nervously before showing our marks. I unbuttoned my shirt, thank God there was an undershirt, and showed her the mark. Dean pulls up his left long-sleeve and shows it also.

Sam looks between us, shocked. He then looks at bobby. Pamela places both her hands on Dean and I.

"Okay." We all close our eyes as the chanting begins.

"I invoke, conjure and command you, appear unto me before this circle." She continues this chant three times more. The tv beside us begins to turn on and static captures it.

"I invoke, conjure and command... Castiel. No. Sorry, Castiel. I don't scare easy."

"Castiel?" I asked, why would a monster be name Castiel?

"It's name. It's whispering to me, warning me to turn back." The static continues, shaking the table in the process.

"I conjure and command you, show me your face." She repeats the chant three more times, just as before. The static contiues, the table shaking more violently then before.

"Maybe we should stop."

"I almost got it. I conjure and command you, show me your face!" She still kept going, ignoring the consequences.

"Pamela." I warned her.

"Show me your face now!"

The candles flare up, the room filled with Pamela's screams. Her eyes fly open, filled with this heavenly light. As it dissapears she falls, but my father catches her and lowers her down.

"Call 911!"

She is still consious, her eyes bleeding and burned out. Her eyelids fly open to reveal nothing but black slots. Her eyes were burned out of her skull.

"I can't see! I can't see! Oh God!" She sobs, i picked her head up and layed it down gently, placing pillow i found helping her head.

Her sobs echoed in my ears as the ambulence drove her away.

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