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

Chapter 47

Chapter 47

I can still shut down a party
I can hang with anybody
I can drink whiskey and red wine
Champagne all night
Little scotch on the rocks and I'm fine, I'm fine

Tequila by Dan + Shay

I open the door and I let Pamela in. "I can't even begin to tell you how crazy you all are." She says as she feels the counter, then the chair. "Well, Pamela, it's Skye's idea and you're a sight for sore eyes." Sam smiles.

I shut the door and walk over to Dean. "Aw, that's sweet, grumpy. What do you say to deaf people?" She says. Sam clears his throat and looks uncomfortable. Pamela turns to me. "So it was you that came up with astral projection?" She asks me. "Yeah." I say. "So, let's be clear. You want to rip your souls out of your bodies and take a little stroll through the spirit world?" She asks.

"Yes." I say. "Do you have any idea how heavy-duty insane that is?" She asks, folding her arms. "Maybe, but that's where the reaper is, so.." Pamela cuts me off. "So, it's nuts." She says. "Not if you know what you're doing." I say. "You don't know what you're doing." She says. "No, but you do." I smirk.

"Yeah, I do. And guess what? I'm sick of being a hauled back into your angel-demon, Soc-Greaser crap." She scoffs. "Look, I'd love to be kicking back with a cold one, watching Judge Judy, too." Dean interfere's. "Nice. More blind jokes?" Pamela asks getting pissed off.

"You know what I mean." Dean grumbles, crossing his arms. "We're talking the end of the world here, okay? No more tasseled leather pants, no more Ramones CDs, no more nothing." I say.

"We need your help." Ruby says to Pamela.

Pamlea groans. "I'm going to regret this." She says quietly. "Fine. I'll help." She says. "Close the curtains, get some candles ready. Lots of 'em." She demands. I close the curtains as Sam, Dean, and Ruby grab the candles. After I finish the closing the curtains I walk back over to the group just as Dean flicks his lighter closed and drops it onto the table. I look around at all the candles burning around the motel room. I grab one and bring it over to the nightstand that is in between the two beds.

I set it down just as Sam and Dean get into the bed on the left side of the room laying down on their backs. I do the same but on the bed on the right side of the room. Pamela sits in a chair that's between the end of the two beds. Ruby stands behind her leaning against the dresser.

"Tell me something, geniuses. Even if you do break into the veil and you find the reaper, how you gonna save it?" She asks. "With style and class." Ruby says and I let out a little laugh. "This isn't funny." I hear Dean growl from the other side of the room. Ruby and I just laugh quietly to each other.

"You're gonna be four walking pieces of fog who can't touch or move anything. You'll be defenseless, hotshots." Pamela says. "I seem to recall a bunch of ghosts beating the crap out of us." I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, well, they had plenty of time to practice." She says. "Well, then, I guess we got to start cramming." Dean says trying to break the tension between Pamela and I. "Wo, couple of heroes. All right. Close your eyes." She says.

I close my eyes. "Animum vult decipi, ergo decipiatur. Vis, vis, vis. Okay, guys. That's it. Showtime." I hear Pamela say. I sit up and notice that the room is no in a shade of blues. I look over at Pamela and Ruby. Then I look at Dean and Sam who are looking around.

"Well, nothing like shooting blanks. What's plan B?" Dean asks but Pamela doesn't respond, almost like she can't hear us. I look over my shoulder and see myself unconscious on the bed.