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

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Somebody's gonna hurt someone
before the night is through
Somebody's gonna come undone.
There's nothin' we can do.
Everybody wants to touch somebody
if it takes all night.
Everybody wants to take a little chance,
Make it come out right.

Heartache Tonight by Eagles

"Apocalypse? The apocalypse, apocalypse? The four horsemen, pestilence, $5 a gallon gas apocalypse?" Dean asks. "Yes Dean a fucking a fucking apocalypse." I say. "That's the one. The rise of the witnesses is a...a mile maker." Bobby says and I scoff as I run a my right hand through my hair. This sis fucking insane.

"Okay, so, what do we do now?" I ask putting my hands on my hips. "Road trip. Grand Canyon, Star Trek Experience. Bunny Ranch." Dean says and I glare. "First things first. How about we survive our friends out there?" I ask Dean.

"Great. Any ideas aside from staying in this room until Judgement Day?" Sam asks. "It's a spell to send the witnesses back to rest. Should work." Bobby says as he looks down at the paper in front of him. "Should. Great." I sigh. "If I translate it correctly. I think I got everything we need here at the house." Bobby says. "Any chance you got everything we need here in this room?" I ask. "So, you thought our lucj was going to start now all of a sudden? Spell's got to be cast over an open fire." Bobby says. "The fireplace on the library." Sam says. "Bingo." Bobby says.

"That's just not as appealing as a, uh, ghost-proof panic room, you know?" Dean tries to crack a joke and I roll my eyes. "Cover each other. And aim careful. Don't run out of ammo until I'm done, or they'll shred you. Ready?" Bobby asks and we nod, then we make our way out of the room, heading towards the stairs. I see a ghost sitting on the stairs. A young man in his early 20's with curly hair. It's Ronald!

"Hey, Dean. You remember me?" Ronald asks. "Ronald, huh? With the laser eyes? I wish I could say it's good to see you." Dean says.

"I am dead because of you. You were supposed to help me!" He yells and I shoot him. "If you're going to shoot, shoot. Don't talk." I snap at Dean as we continue to make our way to the living room. Sam starts to create a salt circle and Dean and I start the fire. "Upstairs, linen closet...red hex box. It'll be heavy." I hear bobby say from behind me. "Got it." Sam says. I turn around just as two girls appear in the living room.

"Sam." One girl says and Dean shoots.

"Skye. Kitchen. Cutlery drawer. It's got a false bottom. Hemlock, opium, wormwood." Bobby says. "Opium?" I ask. "Go!" He yells and I run to the kitchen and start looking for the false bottom in the drawer when the doors to the kitchen close suddenly behind me. Fuck. "Skye?" I hear Dean call out. "I'm all right, Dean! Keep helping Bobby!" I yell and turn around. "Victor." I say. "Skye." Henricksen says. "I know." I say.

"No. You don't." He chuckles. "It's our fault that you're dead. We left you behind. And the minute we heard the explosion, I thought, 'I should have known.' I should have told Dean and Sam that we have to protect you." I say as I reach for the gun that is behind me, but it goes flying across the room.

Shit.

"Unh-unh. Not so fast. You think you left and Lilith came and we all died in a beautiful blast of...white light? If only. 45 minutes." He glares. "What?" I ask. "Over 45 minutes. Lilith said she wanted to have some fun. The secretary was first. Remember her? Nancy, the virgin. Lilith filleted Nancy's skin off piece by piece. Right in front of use, made us watch. Nancy never stopped screaming." He glares.

"No." I breathe out. "I was the last." He says. "Victor." My voice cracks as Henricksen reaches inside my chest and grips my heart. "Tell me how it's fair. Dean get's saved from hell...I die. Why does he deserve another chance?" He asks as I gasp in pain.