How Are You Alive (Dean Winchester Love Story Book 4)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Tell me somethin' girl
Are you happy in this modern world?
Or do you need more?
Is there somethin' else you're searchin' for?
I'm falling
In all the good times I find myself longin' for change
And in the bad times I fear myself
Tell me something boy
Aren't you tired tryin' to fill that void?
Or do you need more?
Ain't it hard keeping it so hardcore?

Shallow by Lady Gaga

We seat around the small table, which now has six candles in the center. "Right. Take each other's hands." Diesel says and we do. "And I need to touch something out mystery monster touched." He says and Dean takes off his outer shirt, pulls up his left t-shirt sleeve to reveal the brand. I stare at it as Diesel lays his hand on the brand.

"Okay." He says and we close our eyes as Diesel begins to chant. "I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle.." He chants as the television flicks on to static but he continues. "I invoke, conjure, and command...Castiel? No. Sorry, Castiel, I don't scare easy." He says. "Castiel?" Dean asks.

"It's name. It's whispering to me, warning me to turn back." He says as white noise and static continues, and the table begins to shake. "I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face." He says as the white noise and rattling become more violent.

"Maybe we should stop." I say. "I almost got it." He says. "I command you, show me your face! Show me your face now!" He yells, suddenly the candles flare up several feet in the air and Diesel begins to scream. His eyes fly open and are filled with a white-hot flame.

He collapses, the rattling, white noise, and flames die out. "Call 911!" I yell as me and Dean crouch over Diesel. Sam scrambles out of his chair and into the next room. I look at Diesel who is conscious, but bleeding and burned. His eyelids fly open to reveal black, empty sockets. He sobs. "I can't see! I can't see! Oh god!" He yells.

~RESTAURANT~

Dean sits at the table giving his order to a waitress. "Be up in a jiff." She says and leaves. "What'd Sam say?" Dean asks me as I set down my phone. "Diesel's stable. And out of I.C.U." I say. "And blind, because of us." Dean sighs. "And we still have no clue who we're dealing with." I say. "Do you love him?" He asks and I choke on my water. "Of course not. Dean you were dead. Me and Diesel were drunk and grieving. It was a mistake. I love you so much and there is not a day that goes by that I don't regret what I did. I regret it so much." I sniffle and Dean takes my hand in his.

"I'm sorry...I overreacted...It wasn't far of me. I love you too. I love you so so much Skye. Please take me back." Dean says as he rubs his thumb over the back of my hand and I nod. "Of course I'll take you back." I smile and he smiles back.

"Anyways that's not entirely true we got a name of the person or creature." He says taking a sip of his beer. "No?" I ask. "Castiel or whatever. With the right mumbo-jumbo we could summon him, bring him right to us." Dean smiles. "You're crazy. Absolutely not." I say. "We'll work him over. I mean, after what he did?" Dean sighs. "Diesel took a peek at him and his eyes burned out of his skull, and you want to have a face to face?" I ask. "You got a better idea?" He asks.

"I do, as a matter of fact I followed some demons to town, right?" Sam asks sitting down, joining us. "Okay." Dean says. "So, we go find them. Someone's gotta know something about something." Sam says as the waitress comes over with two plates of pie. She sets them on the table. "Thanks." I say and then plops down in a chair at the end of the table. I give her a confusing look. "You wanting a tip?" Dean asks. "I'm sorry. Thought you were looking for us." She says as her eyes go demon-black for a moment. A uniformed man by the counter goes to the door, locks it, and stands in front of it. Shit.

"Dean. To hell and back. Aren't you a lucky duck." She says her eyes going back to normal. "That's me." Dean glares. "So you get to just stroll out of the pit, huh? Tell me. What makes you so special?" She glares back. "I like to think it's because of my perky nipples. I don't know. Wasn't my doing. I don't know who pulled me out." Dean says, crossing his arms. "Right. You don't." She says. "No. I don't." Dean says.

"Lying's a sin, you know." She says. "I'm not lying. But I'd like to find out, so if you wouldn't mind enlightening me, Flo..." "Mind your tone with me, boy. I'll drag you back to hell myself." She says, cutting Dean off. Me and Sam go to attack but Dean holds his hand up and we stop, sitting back down.

"No you won't." Dean says. "No?" She chuckles. "No. Because if you were you would have done it already. Fact is, you don't know who cut me loose. And you're just as spooled as we are. And you're looking for answers. Well, maybe it was some turbo-charged spirit. Or, uh, Godzilla. Or some big bad boss demon. I'm guessing at your pay grade that they don't tell you squat. Because whoever it was, they want me out. And they're a lot stronger than you. So, go ahead. Send me back. But don't come crawling to me when they show up on your front doorstep with some Vaseline and a fire hose." He says.

"I'm going to reach down your throat and rip out your lungs." She growls as Dean leans forward, I see challenge in his eyes. He throws a right hook at her, which she takes. He throws another. She still does nothing but glare at us, looking more and more nervous. Dean is right. They are scared. "That's what I thought. Let's go." Dean says to me and Sam.

We stand and the demon sits there, fuming. I pull out a roll of cash out of my pocket and carefully peels off a ten dollar bill. I hold it up and drop it on the table like an insult. "For the pie." I wink and we leave quickly. "Holy shit, that was close." I breathe out.

"We're not just going to leave them in there, are we?" Sam asks. "Well yeah, there's three of them, probably more, and we've only got one knife between us." Dean says. "I've been killing a lot more demons than that lately." Sam says. "Not anymore...the smarter brother's back in town." Dean says.

"Guy's, we've got to take them. They are dangerous." Sam says. "They're scared. Okay? Scared of whatever had the juice to pull Dean out. We're dealing with a bad mother fucker. One job at a time." I say.

~LATER~

I wake up to hear Dean screaming, high pitch noise, something shattering. "Dean!" I yell and go over to him. He is on the floor with his hands covering his ears. I hold him. "It's okay. It's going to be okay." I say.