Okay, last chapter! Hope you've enjoyed it, and I'm sorry about any grammatical errors! I don't own Supernatural.
Laura watches the setting sun with more than a twinge of fear. Her fiancée insisted they stay the night here, a mile hike from the Jeep, and she couldn't argue, because she doesn't want to explain she's scared of woods, and of the dark, and of pretty much anything that reminds her of her one-time visions.
"Hey, babe, you okay?"
"Of course," she says easily. She relaxes the longer they're there, and when he makes an invitation to have sex under the stars, nothing sounds better, or more romantic.
They've been asleep two hours when Laura sits up, woken by what she doesn't know. In the distance she hears something stirring up the leaves. Something, that instinct she's learned to trust, tells her it's big. It never comes close, but it takes Laura over an hour to go back to sleep, and she wakes up often during the night.
In the morning they hike back to the Jeep, her fiancée relaxed, and Laura can't shake the feeling they're being watched.
"What the hell?" Her fiancée sees something, and picks up his pace. "Someone slit the tires," he yells. "Son of a bitch!"
Laura runs to his side, and stares at the Jeep's tires. They don't look slit, they look slashed, by claws. "What could do that?"
"Probably some punk kids," he huffs. "Do we get signal out here?" He checks his phone. "Of course not!" He let out a stream of curses. Then he sighed, and looked back at her. "Well, we better get started. Maybe we'll run into someone on the road."
Laura keeps it to herself that that is what she fears. "How long a walk out is it?"
"I don't know, probably a few hours. Just bring food and a blanket, in case." He's trying to keep her from panicking, and she almost rolls her eyes.
She keeps her cell phone out as they walk, leaving their tent and supplies back at the Jeep. It's when her fiancée leaves her on the side of the road to go to the bathroom that her phone beeps with signal. Her fingers are flying over the number pad before the sounds fades away.
She holds it to her ear and it rings and rings. Finally, just as she's about to give up, the phone picks up. "Yeah," comes the drowsy voice.
Ellen's voice becomes alert. "Who is this?"
"I need your help, I don't know how long I'll have signal. I'm in the southwest section, road # of National Park. There's something out here, Ellen, and it's trying to keep us here. I need help."
Still, Ellen sounds unsure. "Then why'd you call me?"
"I need hunter help, Ellen. Please don't pretend not to understand, not now. I'm here with my fiancée." Laura hesitated. "I think it wants to eat us."
"Don't they always? What do you think it is?"
"I don't know."
There's silence for several seconds. "I'll make some calls, but I don't know when someone will be there. Stay on the road, do you understand?"
"Yes," Laura whispers, and static begins to claim the line. "Thank you, Ellen." She doesn't get to hear the woman's response before she loses the call.
Then, because she dreamed this once, and she only now remembers it, she doesn't turn around. But she hears its breath, almost on her neck. "I don't want to know what you are. I want you to leave my fiancée alone. You understand, don't you? You leave him alone, and I'll come quietly." She unconsciously fingers the pendant at her throat, the one she had specially made for her almost a year ago.
The breathing stops for a moment, and even as she feels something coming at her, darkness claims her.
When she opens her eyes she thinks she's gone blind, and then she realizes she's somewhere that there is only total darkness. She can move freely, at least she isn't bound, but her head is throbbing and when she winces she feels that blood is caked on the side of her head. Still, she doesn't panic, because she can feel she's alone. It didn't grab her fiancee. She feels a moment of pure joy, and then the darkness claims her again.
The next time she wakes up she isn't sure what wakes her, and then, from very far away, she hears someone calling her name. "No," she whispers, realizing her fiancee hasn't gone for help, he's searching for her. "No, oh no."
Then she hears her name called again, and it takes her mind a moment to realize the voice, although familiar, is not her fiancee's. The name is on the tip of her tongue, but her mind and her tongue aren't cooperating with each other. Still, there is someone out there, someone that's come for her. So she takes a deep breath, and screams.
Seconds go by, and then she hears movement to her left. She takes a deep breath, laughing with relief. Then she hears the growl, and her whole body jerks away from the noise. "No, no, please."
The growling comes closer, and she feels something brush against her ankles. She thrashes out with her legs, kicking as hard as she can. "Leave me alone!" She screams it as loud as she can.
There is a distant shout, she can hear it even as her foot makes contact with the thing that's grabbing her ankles, pulling her with a strength she couldn't imagine. It howls in pain, and its claws dig into her leg. She screams in pain of her own.
For a moment she blacks out, and in that moment, she swears her whole life flashes before her eyes, and she hears the beating of wings. She's jerked awake by the sound of a gunshot. It sounds like an explosion and she is jerked through the air as the thing carrying her howls again. Then she is falling, falling, and something is catching her. Someone is holding her, setting her down, checking her wounds.
"Hey, what's your name?"
Laura freezes and waits to wake up. She has dreamed this moment so many times. "Sam," she breathes.
He hesitates, glancing at her. "Your name's Sam?"
"No," she says frowning. "Yours is."
"Do I know you?"
"No," she says, starting to fall asleep again.
"Hey, hang on, stay with me. Are you Laura?"
"Your fiancee sent us out here to look for you."
"Ellen sent you," Laura whispers, trying to shake her head to clear it, but it only makes her want to throw up.
Sam stares at her. "Who are you?"
"Would you believe I don't know?" And she doesn't for several seconds. She just knows she's been here before, lived this dream. "Something bad is coming."
"My brother's taking care of it." Sure enough the sound of a gunshot echoes back to them. "I need you to stay awake. I think you've got a concussion, and you've lost a lot of blood."
In the distance they hear Dean's voice float back to them. "Hey, you son of a bitch, come and get some!"
"This is bad," Laura whispers.
"You're going to be fine," Sam assures her.
"No," she whispers, remembering her vision. "There's two of them."
Sam is moving even as the final word leaves her mouth, too late. There is a growl and then he flies back, away from her.
Laura struggles to sit up, her hand reaching for her pendant, and even as she sees the thing bending over Sam, ready to tear him apart, she is tugging at the pendant, and the knife in it comes loose in her hand, and she slips it open. She throws it, off-kilter and never sees if she hit it, because she is hit from the side, hard, and she's unconscious before she hits the ground again.
"Wake up, Laura, come on," Sam is whispering, but she thinks he may be yelling actually. She can hear Dean behind him yelling for someone.
"Yellow eyes," she whispers, the memory coming to her as she looks at Sam.
Both boys go quiet. "What did she say?" It's Dean's voice, deathly quiet.
Laura tries to breathe deeply, but her chest hurts too much to take more than a shallow breath. "Yellow eyed man killed my mom, made me different. You stopped him. Always wanted to thank you. You and your dad killed that thing by the lake, too. Could have eaten kids like us, remember?"
Sam frowns. "What?"
Dean stares at her, and she can see the realization in his face. "Tell her to save her strength, not to talk. Come on, you so-called angel, I need your help!"
Sam is looking down at her. "Laura...he made me different too. I understand."
"Sam..." Laura whispers. "She was better as a blonde."
Sam almost lets go of her, he pales, then glances over his shoulder at Dean.
Dean notices the look. "What?"
"Nothing," Sam mutters, looking away from his brother.
"Did I hit it, with my knife?"
"Yeah, you hit it, in the neck. Pissed its mate off," Dean says, watching her. "What was it, Sammy?"
Laura tries to shake her head, then stops. "Don't want to know. Never wanted to know." She hears the beating of wings, and smiles. "Here comes the angel of death."
"Not quite, child." A new voice says softly, and cool hands touch her forehead. "You did well."
"Did well?!" Dean yells. "She's dying!"
"Yes," the voice of the angel says softly. "But you do not know what she has done to come this far. She could have given in to the darkness, but she didn't."
"You have to save her," Dean says angrily. "I know you can. Please."
"Why?" The angel asks. "She has done her duty here."
"She should get a normal life. With her fiancée and kids someday."
It's okay, she tries to whisper, but she can't seem to make her mouth work. She feels so tired. It's okay, I saved you. That was my job.
"She has accepted her fate."
"Yeah? Well, I don't!" She can't see him, but she can at the same time, and she doesn't understand why, but she's seeing them as though she's standing next to them. "I met her! She was just a kid, and she wasn't scared, and then she helped my dad. He told me about it, how he recognized her. So I don't care what her duty was. She's been a soldier in your war? Did she ever even understand what that meant?"
The angel regards Dean in silence. "Do you even understand what it means?"
Dean looks away, furious.
"Dean," Sam whispers, and there are tears in his eyes. "She's not breathing," he says softly.
"What?!" Dean yells, obviously not having heard the last part.
"Dean, I think she's-"
And the next thing Laura knows she is gasping as her eyes open. The light is white, and blinding, and she squeezes them shut again.
Gradually she becomes aware of noise and feeling... a quiet beeping, someone holding her hand. She opens her eyes again, slowly. "Hello?" Her voice comes out at a whisper.
"Laura?" The hand holding hers tightens, and her fiancee comes into her view. "Oh, thank God."
Laura agrees silently. "What happened?"
"They're saying it was a bear. It must have knocked you out, and carried you off. Two park rangers found you. It clawed your leg up, but the doctor thinks you'll be fine. Are you in pain?'
"No," she whispers. "My concussion? My blood loss?"
He hesitates for a moment. "You didn't have a concussion, or much blood loss. It barely hurt you, just knocked you around a bit. Do you remember how long you were walking around? The rangers said it must have been a while."
Laura smiles. "I don't remember. I'm tired."
"Rest," he says and kisses her forehead. "I'll be here."
When Laura wakes next, he isn't there, and it's dark outside.
"He went to get you something from the cafeteria," comes Dean's voice from her right. "I told him I was your cousin."
Laura smiles slightly. "Sam?"
"He's fine, he went back to crash at the hotel. I just wanted to check on you." He straightened. "Wanted to make sure he fixed you."
"I'll be fine," Laura says and looks at him. "I always thought I knew what I was going to say to you both if I met you. All you ever do is save my life."
He shrugs. "It's what we do." He sounded almost bitter.
"I had visions of you, and Sam, and god knows how many other people, from the time I was twelve."
Dean nods. "Then it stopped when we killed the yellow-eyed demon."
"No." She shakes her head. "No, it wasn't the same, but I still had...feelings, I guess, and I could always remember my visions."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Doesn't Sam still have his abilities?" At his look, she frowns. Something about a ruby and training, but she can't remember. "They're gone." She smiles so big her head hurts. "I can't remember the details anymore, like they're fading away even now. I'm afraid...I'm afraid I'm going to forget you guys completely. The angel's gift for my service. To remove my curse, completely."
"I liked dreaming of you guys, knowing what was out there, even when I didn't want to. But I've been so afraid of the dark, and I'd like it if I wasn't. I used to like looking up at the stars."
"Good, then it all works out for you," he says gruffly.
Laura frowns, trying to remember his name. Funny, it had been on the tip of her tongue a moment ago. "Listen, do you know what happens to the humans that God picks to be his warriors?"
"Do I want to?"
"Bad things are coming for you. I don't know what, or why. But it's true. You should know that."
The man nods at her, looking almost...sad. "I called your dad, he's coming in tomorrow."
"Oh God, I haven't seen him since I ran away."
"You ran away?"
Laura nods. "When I was young. Teenager stuff, mostly. You know?"
He shrugs again. "I should go. It was nice to see you again, Laura."
Laura frowns, confused. "Do I know you?"
"I gave you your new knife. You lost the other one, in the woods." He gestures to the bedside table. "You know how to use it?"
Laura picks it up and flicks it open, it looks like pure silver. "A little, I've had one before. Too bad I didn't have this when the bear attacked. Then again, may not have been much good with it." She grins. "Should have learned to throw." The words hang in the air, and Laura feels a small sort of déjà vu.
"Plenty of time for you learn. You got a long life ahead of you. Take care." Then he's gone, and Laura closes her eyes to get some rest.
And she dreams of her fiancée, and a good, safe future.
With no more camping.
The End! Hope you liked it! Please review!