walkingdean:

Title: The C-Team (Part One)

Author: walkingdean

Word Count: 2611

Trigger Warnings: Cursing, Mention of Blood, Mention of Death, Mention of Mental Illness, Mention of Sex

Summary: The reader is babysitting when something goes wrong. The Winchesters storm in, but it turns out she’s not completely inexperienced with the supernatural.

Fic:

It was drizzling. It was the type of downfall that reminded even the oldest of men of those magical days whenever they would beg their mother to go out and splash in the rain. It was the brand that an older sister could use to scare her squeamish brother by slightly hydroplaning on the way home from his practice. This breed of weather was natural to the citizens of Campbell Station as it was natural, but something that their programmed, simple minds weren’t used to was about to arise. No, it wasn’t some new fashion line that Kanye West proclaimed was the “step above the step above the future”. It was something that would cause even the most religiously-adamant humans to stop their prayers and question whether this world was theirs like their Father made them believe. But before you understand this bone-chilling tale, it is important that you know the story that made headlines- and to the notice of two very important men.

 

“Jacob! I told you to get out of the bath ten minutes ago!“ Her fingers rattled against the banister of the old wooden stairs. A crack of lightening flashed in the window behind her like a warning from God to get the child out of the water. Reluctantly, her feet relocated her to the top of the stairs where rustic paintings hung by thin strings that were so tense she could almost hear them screaming out for relief. The planks on the floor creaked with each ounce of pressure that was placed upon them as she slung the bathroom door open, revealing an eight year-old boy clad in only a towel, which was wrapped around his body up to his shoulders as if he were a housewife that had just gotten done with a well-deserved bubble bath- with rubber ducks.  He cocked his brown-haired head to the side with his blue eyes sparkling with sass as he placed his hands upon his hips.

“Don’t you know it’s not nice to walk in on somebody? I’m going to tell my parents that you don’t knock!” Jacob’s thin legs marched towards her with confidence as he slid past, heading to his room that was ever so mature with a sign on the door that sloppily read ‘Jacob’s Castle of Doom- Nobody Allowed’. She hiked her own legs up and urgently chased after the boy, yet her fist didn’t block the closing of the door in enough time to snag the young boy. She dropped the hardened hand as a sigh ran from her pursed lips. The lock turned fiercely.

“Jacob, you have three seconds to open this door before I call your parents,” Her red cheeks puffed out of anger as her temper began to boil. The door wasn’t moving.

“One…” the stern phrase spun from her tongue with irritation. “I’m so not getting paid enough for this,”

“Two…” Her hand began to intertwine its fingers around the brass door handle, anticipation filling her veins.

“Thr-,” A nightmarish shriek erupted like lava from an unnerved volcano from behind the wooden door. Her eyes grew in confusion as the screeching continued to get louder.  Swing after punch after blow from her hands did nothing the burst the door open. She felt that not even the wrath of God could force the forsaken thing open as she let her foot collide with the door next to the handle. The barrier exploded to reveal Jacob sprawled and submerged in a natatorium of scarlet blood that was spreading fast. His eyes flickered to her as a cry for help for he could no longer speak from the pain that was eating away at his flesh. But it was not only the pain, but the ghastly figure that lingered above his demolished body, sucking every ounce of life from the boy. The being made its way to Jacob’s face which he dissolved down the bone, rendering the boy unrecognizable besides the crystal irises that remained in their sockets. Red orbs pervaded through all of the blood with their glow that paralyzed her in her spot as they charged towards her, but before the monster could ravage her body as well it evaporated and left behind a gust of wind—and a hard story to tell Jacob’s parents.

Dean slammed the laptop down in front of Sam with a sense of pride and success that didn’t help alleviate the younger brother’s irritation with the treatment of his electronic as he rolled his eyes and took a look at the screen. Dean looked on with an eyebrow raised in amusement as he awaited a response from the concentrated man. His hazel eyes met his brother’s green gems with perplexity.

“I know, right? That’s some freaky shit right here,” Dean pointed to the device with certainty as he pulled up a chair across from Sam in the bunker’s library. He rested an elbow upon the surface of the mahogany table that used to be the home to many poker games back in the day. Sam raised his brows at his older brother in disappointment.

“Dean, we’re not doing this. There’s tons of better cases out there somewhere,” He slung the laptop back around to where the crude light was no longer blaring in eyes and now in the presence of his brother. Dean had an expression similar to a toddler’s whenever they can’t buy their favorite cereal.

“But, Sammy.  A girl who magically wakes up with three boobs? We can’t pass this up. Some extreme devil worship could be at work here,”

“Or extreme, hidden plastic surgery,” Sam retaliated quickly with reassurance. “I know the field has been a little barren lately, but keep looking. There’s gotta be something worth our time and not our porn fantasies,”

The older brother rolled his eyes at the rejection as he began to surf around for anything the least bit supernatural. Links upon links swirled around the pages like the sky whenever a rider is riding the teacups. Dean began to read some of the news stories out loud to Sam who was too caught up in reading an old journal he found in the study.

“Okay, Sammy. The best possibilities I’ve found so far are cannibals that are feasting on senior citizens in Oklahoma or-. Holy shit,” Dean’s mouth dropped open with shock and intrigue that he felt ashamed to express, even to himself. His eyes focused in on one headline in particular.

“Dean…” The younger Winchester shut the journal and looked at his brother with concern dancing vigorously in his eyes.

He tore his eyes away from the screen to let them lock with Sam’s in astonishment as his lips trembled in fascination. “So, this babysitter was watching this kid while the parents were out on a date. She claims a ghost cleaned the kid like a barbecue rib on the Fourth of July in less than five seconds flat. It went for her, but then it disappeared. They have her in a mental hospital with a diagnosis of schizophrenia, mania, and sociopathic tendencies,”

Sam grimaced at the poor girl’s fate. “Yeesh. Most people just get the crazy card and are sent on their way, but this girl is getting the full on treatment. Says a lot about how the kid was skinned,”

Dean nodded his head in agreement as he shut the computer down and began to stand up. “So, are we gonna do this or do I need to go by myself and leave you to read some more of the Anne Frank chronical over there?” He stated with a sarcastic smile. Sam rolled his eyes as he agreed and left the library, leaving behind his cherished reading material.

The eerie white walls that cuddled the equally pale floors reminded him of the last time he was in the hospital. Dean had a habit of staying away from healthcare facilities that didn’t specialize in curing gunshot wounds with liquor and floss like he had grown accustomed to. It was when Sam had lied in a bed unconscious for days which felt like years until a mysterious and troublesome solution had been made apparent. He had learned his lesson with angel possession and the painful arsenal that it carries: death, hurt, and a really bitchy brother. But this time he wasn’t here for familial matters. He was here for what he had been doing all of his life- saving people, hunting things, the family business.

               “So, why would the feds exactly get involved with a sicko like this?” The nurse pondered aloud. He kept walking with authority ahead of the brothers as if being a nurse at a low-grade mental institution granted him the right to act better than others. “I mean, it’s not even what she did. It’s the fact that she’s fucking crazy is what freaks me out. When I give her medicine, I’m always paranoid she’s gonna think I’m the ‘ghost’ that ate that poor little boy and attack me or something,”

               Sam locked eyes with his brother with a mutual understanding of what to do. “Hey, uh, it would make sense if you were scared of her for, I don’t know, eating a person. Mental illness doesn’t mean someone’s crazy,” Sam confessed as he saw the nurse shake his head slightly, pause at a door and begin to unlock it. The nurse back away and swayed his arms in a way to motion for the men to make their way into the clean-kept room. The only things that were inside were a mattress and a barred window that barely let any sunlight crawl through. The sun could be perched right outside, and someone would never be able to see it’s brilliance through the slits. Along the mattress sat a girl with a frail frame. Her cheeks were sunken in with her brown eyes that had a dull glow to them that mimicked the radiance they once possessed. Her body was curled into a ball onto the stale palette, her face gazing at the men I silence. Not a single bit of her body moved, much like Jacob’s door.

               Dean and Sam quickly erased their fed aura and replaced it with their rugged, ‘I know too much for my own good’ dispositions. They both stood in front of the girl, Sam’s brooding figure lurching much higher than his brother’s. “Hi, Y/N. I’m Sam. This is my brother Dean,” he began awkwardly. I was in an asylum once. You’d think I would know how to go about this, he thought to himself.

               “So, we know you’re not crazy. Hell, our lives are crazy so whatever tea you’re sipping from, sister, we have the whole gallon,” Dean interrupted his brother during the awkward silence. Her eyes immediately shot to him as his eyes ran shivers down her spine. They had the same glimmer as Jacob’s.  “So, this whole ghost thing. Did you smell anything funny, kind of like eggs recently? Any cold spots, things moving by themselves, electronics messing-,”

               “It wasn’t a ghost,” She finally spoke with a cracking voice from a lack of water. She had been rejecting food and water for days from either trauma or protest; she wasn’t sure herself. If it was for protest, it would be against everyone who assumed she was crazy. “I mean, I said that at first, but now I know it’s not. It didn’t give off the vibe as a ghost,” She began to squirm slightly from the excitement of finally releasing her thoughts to someone she thought might listen. They were the first people to even consider the supernatural aspects of the situation.

               Sam cocked his head in interest as he made a quick glance with his brother. “What do you mean ‘vibe’? Do you mean you’ve been involved with ghosts before?”

She removed her elbows that were caging her knees to reveal more of her face. It was pale from the lack of sunlight and nutrients, but more so the fright that she had felt lately. Sam was more concerned with an answer to the question at hand, but Dean was captivated by her face. Not in a negative way, but it put him in a trance of relaxation that he hadn’t felt in a long time by just looking into someone’s eyes. Not since his mom.

“You guys said you drink from the crazy fountain, right?” She asked as her eyes traded between each of their glares. She sighed as she began to prepare herself. “Well, I can sort of see these things—things that other people can’t see. Whenever you see a blank hallway, I see a man standing with an ax taking a nap in his frontal lobe. If you feel a cold spot, I see your grandmother hugging you- or slapping you based on your life decisions,”

The younger Winchester’s mouth dropped slightly while Dean’s lips came together in thought. “So you’re a medium?” The older brother asked in a calming way. There was no sense of doubt in his speech which she appreciated even more than usual given her stressful week.

“Y-yeah, if you want to call it that. But whatever attacked Jacob- that was no spirit. That was something that looked like it crawled from the depths of hell. It was grey with slimy skin and red eyes. Super skinny and tall. Its teeth were sharp like razor blades that tore-,” Her voice stopped as the memories of the attack came back. “Listen. All I know is that was some sort of evil thing. There was nothing pure about it,”

Dean sat himself up from leaning against the wall and crouched down next to her without breaching into her space on the mattress. “I know that this is a hard thing to talk about and Sam and I are grateful for the information you’ve given us. We hunt things like this- the things that do nasty shit like what happened to Jacob and we’re gonna find this son of a bitch and we’re gonna gank him. But we need you for this. Sam and I can’t sense stuff like you can. Are you in?”

She gazed into his eyes for what seemed like eternity while electricity shot through them both with the intimate connection. Her eyes shifted to Sam who was supporting Dean in his efforts to recruit her. “If it means I get to leave this place, I’m game.”Dean tapped her on her knee thankfully as he helped her up to her feet. She placed her hands on her hips and looked out the window to see the nurse standing guard right outside. “So, how are we gonna do this? I can’t exactly skip out of here,”

Sam grinned as he wrinkled his nose slightly in retort. Her mind began to swirl with possible ideas of what they could be planning. Did they have a trampoline outside her window to fall down on? But how would they get through the bars?

“We have a friend that can get us through pinches like this. Just close your eyes and you won’t feel a thing, okay?” Sam drowned his eyes into hers with reassurance that she trusted. She couldn’t explain it, but for some reason she trusted these two with no voice in her head begging her not too. There was no stranger-danger vibe even though she had only met them five minutes ago. They felt like childhood friends that she had come across in the supermarket. She closed her eyes while Dean called out the name ‘Castiel’. A cold front circulated through her body as she felt the world outside her eyelids spinning and the world faded to black.