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

Chapter18

Chapter 18

Oh, dear mother, I love you
I'm sorry, I wasn't good enough
Dear father, forgive me
'Cause in your eyes, I just never added up
In my heart I know I failed you, but you left me here alone

Remember Everything by Five Finger Death Punch

Dean and I are sitting at a table downing shots. "It just doesn't make any sense, Dean. I mean, why would Uriel tell me you remembered Hell if you didn't?" I ask. "Maybe because he's a dick. Might have something to do with it." Dean chuckles.

"Maybe, but he's still an angel." I say. "Yeah, an angel who was ready to level an entire town. Look, I don't know what..." "Radical. What else can I get you guys?" A cheerful waiter asks, cutting Dean off. "Uh, I think we're good." I say. "Yeah?" He asks. "Yeah." I say. "You want to try a couple of fryer bombs? Or a chipotle chili changa?" He asks. "No, like my girlfriend said we're still good." Dean glares. "Okay, awesome." He says and walks away.

"Skye, honestly, I have no idea why Uriel told you what he did, okay?" Dean says. "Right." I roll my eyes. "What?" He asks. "Okay. Fine. Then look me in the eye and tell me you don't remember a thing from your time down under." I say, looking at him. "I don't remember a thing from my time down under, I don't remember, Skye!" He yells.

"Look, Dean, I just want to help." I say. "You know everything I do. Okay? That's all there is." He says. "Outstanding. Dessert time? Huh? Am I right?" The cheerful waiter asks. "Dude." Dean growls. "Listen. You have got to try our ice cream extreme. It's extreme." He says. "Uh, no extremities, please. Just the..." "Check? All right, awesome." He says. "Thanks." I say.

"All right, so, where do we go from here?" Dean asks. "I'm not sure. Uh, looks like it's been pretty quiet lately. No signs of demon activity, no omens or portents I can see or Sam can see." I say. "That's good news for once." Dean says. "Yeah, just the typical smattering of crank UFO sightings and one possible vengeful spirit. Here, check this out. Uh...Up in Concrete, Washington, eyewitness reports of a ghost that's been haunting the showers of a women's health facility. The victim claims that the ghost threw her down a flight of stairs." I say.

~NEXT DAY~

Dean and Sam drop me off in front of Lucky Chin's Chinese Restaurant. I go inside and find a woman named Candace. "I'm not surprised the spirit world chose to make contact with me. I'm something of a...natural sensitive." She says. "I can sense that about you, Candace, that whole...sensitive thing." I say. "So, what did you say you're calling your book?" She asks. "Oh, well, um...Well, the working title is Supernatural. Yeah, I've been crossing the country, gathering stories like yours. But, anyways, you were telling me about your encounter." I say.

"Yes. Well. Once I saw the apparition, that's when I started to run." She says but I get distracted by a couple kissing at another table. I shake my head and look back at her. "And you said the ghost chased you?" I ask. "Not just that. It knew my name. It kept yelling Mrs. Armstrong! Mrs. Armstrong! And that's when I hit the stairs and fell." She says. "You fell? The ghost didn't push you?" I ask.

"Oh, I don't know. I mean, I think it did. Maybe." She says. "Did you feel like it meant to hurt you, like it was violent?" I ask. "It was a ghost. I'm lucky to be alive. Anyway, I was at the bottom of the stairs, and that's when it got weird. It helped me up." She laughs. "Say again?" I ask confused. "Yeah. It helped me up. And it kept saying over and over, Please, don't tell my mom." She says. "Yeah, that's weird." I say.

~FITNESS CENTER~

"Well, you two pick up anything?" I ask Sam and Dean as they are looking at a newspaper. "No EMF in the shower or anywhere else. This house is clean." Dean says. "Yeah. I'm not surprised. I kind of got the feeling back there that crazy pushed Mrs. Armstrong down the stairs." Sam says. "I got to tell you, I'm disappointed." Dean sighs. "You wanted to save random naked women?" I ask, putting my hands on my hips, glaring down at Dean.

"You're in trouble, so I'm going to the car." Sam chuckles and quickly leaves. "Come on, guys, get him!" A boy yells and I turn to see three kids chasing one boy. "I got him! I got him!" The second boy yells. "Run, Forrest, run!" Dean yells and I kick his chin. "Ow!" Dean yells.

"How the hell was I supposed to get a look at it? It grabbed me from behind and threw me into a tree!" A man yells and I look over and see a man talking to a police officer on the pier. "Something's going on." I say. "Yeah, okay, Gus. I understand you got shook up. Anyone would be. But don't you think it...Don't you think it had to be a bear?" The officer asks. "I know a damn bear track when I see one! This thing didn't leave bear tracks! It's feet were huge!" Gus yells.

"Now, Gus..." "It was Bigfoot, Hal...The Bigfoot!" Gus yells. "Gus, you're not talking sense here." The officer says. "There's a Bigfoot out there, damn it, and he's a son of a bitch!" He yells as I walk over. "Excuse me. FBI." I say. "What?" The officer asks. "Yes, sire. We're here about the...that." I say. "About Bigfoot?" The officer asks. "That's right. Sir, can you tell me exactly where this happened?" I ask. "Yes, I can." He says.

~WOODS~

"What the hell's going on in this town? First there's a ghost that's not real, and now a bigfoot sighting?" Dean asks. "Well, every hunter worth his salt knows Bigfoot's a hoax." I say. "Well, maybe somebody's pumping LSD into the town water supply." Dean says and we come to a hault when we find huge tracks. "Okay. What do you suppose made that?" I ask. "That, uh...is a big foot." Sam says.

"Okay." Dean says as we follow the tracks to the back of a liquor store that has been broken into. "So, what...bigfoot breaks into a liquor store, jonesing for some hooch? Amaretto and Irish cream. He's a girl-drink drunk." Dean chuckles as he helps himself to a bottle of whiskey on the shelves, and puts it into his jacket pocket. "Hey. Check this out." Sam says and we walk over to him. "He took the whole porno rack? Well, I'll say it again. What the hell is going on in this town?" Dean asks.

"I got nothing." I say. "It's got to be a joke, right? Some big-ass mother in a gorilla suit?" Sam asks. "Or it's a bigfoot. You know, and he's some kind of a alcohol-porno addict. Kind of like a deep-woods Duchovny." Dean says and I roll my eyes as a little girl on a bike passes us, and a busty Asian beauties magazine falls to the ground from the box on the bicycle. "A little young for busty Asian beauties." Dean says and I smack the back of his head as I watch the girl drop a box full of alcohol and porn, along with a sorry note, at the door of the liquor store. "Let's go." I say and follow her.

~HOUSE~

"What's this, like a Harry and the Henderson's deal?" Dean asks as I knock on the door, the door opens and I look down at the little girl. "Hello?" She asks. "Hello. Um, could we...you know what? Are your parents home sweetie?" I ask. "Nope." She says. "No?" I ask. "No. Um...Have you seen a really, really furry.." "Is he in trouble?" The little girl asks, cutting Dean off.

"No." I giggle. "No, no, no. Not at all. We just...we wanted to make sure he was okay." I say. "Exactly." Sam says. "He's my teddy bear. I think he's sick." She says as she looks down upset. "Wow. Uh...amazing. Cause you know what? We...are, uh...teddy bear doctors." I say, kneeling down to her level. "Really? Can you please take a look at him?" She asks, smiling. "Of course we can." I smile. "Sure." Sam says. "Yeah." Dean says.

She takes my hand and leads us inside and upstairs.

"He's in my bedroom. He's pretty grumpy." She says and knocks on the door. "Teddy? There's some nice doctors here to see you." She says as she opens the door to reveal a real, big, drunk teddy bear that is watching television. "Close the fucking door!" He yells and she closes the door. "See what I mean?" She says as she turns to us. "What the fuck." I say.