AUTHOR'S NOTES – ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE
This is the sequel to my previous story "Highway to Hell". If you haven't read that yet, I suggest you start there because otherwise you're jumping into a story already in progress, and it will give you all the background you need to know about who Beth is and her story. (Plus, it's like a couple of days – at least depending on how fast you read – worth of fun stories!)
This story picks up at the start of Season 2 – Supernatural. John, Sam, Dean and Beth have just been smashed in an accident caused by a demon, and they're being air lifted to the hospital, they're all very injured, some more than others.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any of the storyline that follows the show itself. Any changes to storyline and addition of characters (ie. Beth) are all mine :)
No time for goodbye he said
As he faded away
Don't put your life in someone's hands
They're bound to steal it away
Don't hide your mistakes
'Cause they'll find you, burn you
Then he saidIf you want to get out alive
Whoa-oh, run for your life
If you want to get out alive
Whoa-oh, run for your life
IN MY TIME OF DYING
- Continued from last chapter of Highway to Hell -
I was floating in a big pool of water, warm and comforting, supporting me as I slipped away. There was no pain, no hurt, no anger – only the present, and it was perfect. Then came the noise, the voices, the people coming and going, and I came back into myself, hearing them talk.
"Beth!" I heard Sam yelling at me from a distance. "Beth stay awake! Wake up!"
Fading again, the warmth coming and surrounding me.
A voice pulling me back from the warm light; "Significant passenger side intrusion. Unresponsive. BP is 180 over 60, heartrate 95, 95."
"Tell me if they're ok!" Sam was yelling, there was the sound of a helicopter whirring and the chaotic frenzy of people all around me, talking, working.
Again the light washed over me and I faded, forgetting who I am, what I was doing, why I was where I was... nothing mattered, I was home.
There was something I was forgetting, something I was here for.
Lights flashed, one after the other overhead, again I found myself lulled back from the quiet.
"We're losing her..." Someone said. "Get her up to op 2."
"Beth, Beth, can you hear me?" Sam's voice echoed in my head. "Beth, stay with me!"
Gasping I tried to sit up, looking around. People worked frantically around me, just shadows with voices as there was a large light in my face and I couldn't see beyond it. I blinked and raised my hand to shield my eyes, looking around.
I was in an operating room. Doctors and nurses surrounded me and I couldn't move, I couldn't get up. Something hovered over my body, white and misty. Suddenly my body went into shock and started to flat line, sending the medical team into a frenzy – they started calling out stats and charging the electrical panels to jump-start my heart. I found myself propelled across the room and stood staring at what was my body, in cardiac arrest, lying on an operating table. Oh this can't be good. I'd read about out of body experiences before, but I never thought I'd be having one. I swallowed and looked around me.
Strangely there was a doctor and nurse standing behind the others but they weren't doing anything, I could see them if I turned my head – no one else seemed to notice them as they watched everything going on in the room. I felt dizzy, faint, but I could just make them out, and the even stranger conversation they were having.
"She is one of the faithful, she has been granted divine dispensation for healing." The doctor said to the nurse, turning his dark eyes to her.
"What about the boy?" The nurse said. I frowned. What boy?
"It's out of my hands. Only one intervention has been granted," replied the doctor.
The nurse looked at me, curiously devoid of emotion, as if weighing up a decision.
"If you want my opinion, let the girl go. The boy is more important." The doctor said.
The nurse shook her head, staring at me, a slight frown started to crease her brow.
"No... you're wrong. It has to be the girl. He might still make it. But he won't want to if she dies," said the nurse. I felt a searing pain sizzle through my body as they jump-started my heart, but the terrifying sound of a flat line still played on the monitors. The doctors and nurses around me were getting more and more frantic.
"He is stronger than her," said the doctor.
"Only in body," came the reply. "It would break him."
The doctor sighed at his colleague and stepped forward to look at my body.
The nurse saw me and tilted her head toward me. She walked over and stood a few feet away, just looking, unreadable. "Can you see me?" I asked, tentatively.
"Yes." She answered. "It's going to be all right Beth. I have not abandoned you."
"Who are you?" I asked, frowning.
She looked at me curious. "Don't you remember?" I shook my head.
"I am the one who has walked beside you from the day you were born." I gaped, shaking my head.
"You're an angel?" I asked. She nodded, then turned back to the doctor standing beside me.
"Raphael is going to heal you now Beth, you won't remember a thing, but know this - I am always with you." She stepped back and nodded at the doctor.
"So be it then." He said, and without any warning he reached through the people around me, touching my forehead, and a white light flowed over me, pulling me under.
In the distance I heard someone cry out. "We have a pulse!" And then I fell into the water again, sinking into the comforting warmth.
"Dean!" Beth's voice echoed in my head and I sat up, looking around the room. My jaw was stiff and there was a dull throb in my head, but all in all I felt pretty good given how I'd felt a few hours ago when that yellow-eyed demon had been trying to kill us.
I frowned and looked around, sliding off the bed. The floor felt cold beneath my bare feet, but at least I was feeling something. I grimaced at the clothes I had on, who wears this stuff anyway? Hospital scrubs! Still, they were clothes at least.
Where was everyone? I stepped out into the hallway, looking around. "Beth?!" I called out, expecting to see her come around the corner at any moment. "Sammy?! Dad?" The hospital was strangely quiet, no one walking around, in fact, I didn't see anyone. "Anybody?" I called out, hoping someone would respond at least.
I wandered down the hall and then followed the stairs to front reception. There was a pretty blonde doing some filing at the desk.
"Excuse me. Hi. I, uh, I think I was in a car accident with my family. I just just to find them." I said to her. I took a deep breath, wondering if they were ok, had they survived the crash? Where were they? She ignored me, as if she hadn't even heard me.
"Hello?" I asked, shocked that she wasn't responding. What was she blind too? I snapped my fingers in front of face, no response. Well this was weird. I backed up, looking around, what was going on?
Retracing my steps I went looking for the others, they had to be here, we'd all been in the same car, the same accident. I'd find them, and hopefully they would have some idea on what was going on.
No one looked at me as I walked down the corridor, that too was strange considering the get-up I was walking around in, and the great big gash I'd seen on my forehead, reflected in a glass doorway. I strode down the hall I'd started in, and hurried back to my room, I needed to get clothes, shoes... I stopped dead.
There, on the bed, was … me. And it looked to me like I was well on the road to dying. I was a mess. Tubes came out my mouth, drips attached to my arms. I wasn't moving, comatose, and I looked on death's door. I had the unsettling realisation that if I was floating around outside my body, it probably meant that I was.
Sam came into the room, god it was good to see him.
"Sammy! You look good. Considering." I said to his back, he was standing next to my lifeless body, staring down.
"Oh no." Sam whispered, his face contorting as he battled his emotions.
"Man, tell me you can hear me." I said to him, trying to do a whole Ghost thing on him. I walked to the end of the bed, there was no response.
"How's Dad? Is he ok?" I asked, idly wondering what the point of this was, if nothing more than just to clear my racing head. "Come on, you're the psychic. Give me some ghost whispering or something!"
A doctor entered the room, looking at Sam. "Your father's awake. You can go see him if you like." He said.
"Thank god!" I said, to nobody in particular.
"Doc, what about my brother?" Sam asked, still looking at me.
"Well, he sustained serious injury: blood loss, contusions to his liver and kidney. But it's the head trauma I'm worried about. There's early signs of cerebral edema." The doctor responded, looking over at my body.
"Well, what can we do?" Sam asked, taking a deep breath.
"Well, we won't know his full condition until he wakes up." The doctor said, then added: "If he wakes up."
"If?" Sam asked, looking shocked.
"I have to be honest..." The doctor started.
"Oh screw you Doc, I'm waking up!" I said loudly, come on Sammy, surely you can hear me! "Come on, Sam. Go find some hoodoo priest to lay some mojo on me. I'll be fine. Sam?" It was like talking to a brick wall.
"...most people with this degree of injury wouldn't have survived this long. He's fighting very hard. But you need to have realistic expectations..." the doctor was saying, "...for both of them."
Both of them? What did he mean both of them?
I frowned, looking around. "Sam, where's Beth?" I swallowed, she should be here, why wouldn't she be here with me? "Sam... where's Beth?"
Sam nodded and walked out of the room. I followed him, feeling the tell tale signs of panic rising in my chest. I looked around the rooms, but I couldn't see her anywhere, was she in the chapel? She was always in that damn chapel, of course that's where she'd be, praying to some god forsaken angel that never bothered to lift a finger to help either of us. Fat lot of good having a guardian angel did for us, I would hate to think what our lives would be like without the damn thing – that's if I believed it existed in the first place. Of course our lives were a good testament to why I didn't believe.
Dad was sitting up when Sam entered the room, I trailed behind, deep in thought. Dad pulled out a card, one-handed from his wallet. His other arm was in a sling, but other than that, he looked ok.
"Here. Give them my insurance." He said to Sam, who glanced at the card and smiled.
"Elroy McGillicutty?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
"And his three loving kids." Dad said with a smirk. "So, what did the doctor say about Beth?"
Sam sighed. "She's still in surgery, they say she went into shock from the head trauma, maybe a blood clot or an aneurysm, they've been in there for hours Dad."
Surgery? What? I felt my heart start to beat a little faster and there was that familiar feeling of panic growing.
"And Dean?" Dad asked.
"Nothing. Look. If the doctors won't do anything, then we'll have to, that's all. I'll find some hoodoo priest and lay some mojo on him." Sam frowned when he said that, and I gaped, had he heard me before? Was I getting through to him?
Dad looked at Sam, nodding. "We'll look for someone."
"Yeah." Sam nodded, looking determined.
"But Sam, I don't know if we're gonna find anyone." Dad said quietly.
"Why not? I found that faith healer before." Sam said. I was nodding at them, arms crossed. There was something in Dad's eyes, something that I didn't like. I leaned back against the wall to see this conversation play out.
"Right, that was, that was one in a million." Dad said.
"So what? Do we just sit here with our thumbs up our ass?" Sam asked, angry.
"No, I said we'd look. All right? I'll check under every stone." He paused, looking at Sam. "Where's the colt?"
And there it was... same old Dad, same old vendetta. Two of his kids lying on death's door and he was obsessed with hunting the very demon that put us where we were.
"Your children are dying... and you're worried about the colt?" Sam asked steely, his eyes narrowing.
"We're hunting this demon, and maybe it's hunting us too. That gun may be our only card." Dad said, his voice getting loud and dictatorial, like usual.
"It's in the trunk. They dragged the car to a yard off of I-83." Sam said.
"All right. You've gotta clean out that trunk before some junk man sees what's inside." John ordered.
"I already called Bobby. He's like an hour out, he's going to tow the Impala back to his place." Sam answered, surly.
"All right. You go meet up with Bobby. You get the colt, and you bring it back to me. And you watch out for hospital security." Dad instructed and I sighed.
"I think I've got it covered," Sam smirked at him, standing up to leave. Dad picked up a piece of paper off the table and held it out. Sam took it and started to read the list, I was still waiting for the other shoe to drop.
"Hey." Dad said to Sam as the latter started to leave. "Here. I made a list of things I need, have Bobby pick them up for me."
Sam read the list that was in front of him. "Acacia? Oil of Abramelin? What's this stuff for?"
"Protection." Dad said. I smirked, yeah right.
Sam started to move out the door again, then paused with a sigh. "Hey, Dad? You know, the demon, he said he had plans for me, and children like me. Do you have any idea what he meant by that?"
Dad looked at him a while before answering: "No, I don't."
Sam brushed past me and I stared at John for a few heartbeats.
"Well... you sure know something." I said out loud to him.
Sam was sitting next to me when I came out of the anaesthesia, I opened my eyes and took in his battered face, cut and bruised with a grimace.
"Oh Sammy... your face...are you ok?" I asked, reaching out to him.
Sam smiled, eyes full of unshed tears. "I should be asking you that, you gave us a real scare Beth."
I smiled, it seemed to run in the family.
"What happened?" I asked.
"You hit your head, in the crash, hard. The doctors thought you were going to bleed out, you had haemorrhaging in the brain, they nearly lost you several times in surgery... but..." His voice trailed off.
"But?" I questioned, confused.
"Then suddenly you made a miraculous recovery, almost immediately the bleeding stopped. The doctors can't explain it, it's a miracle." I frowned, miracles weren't exactly in abundant supply around this family.
I touched my head experimentally, it barely hurt at all.
"I feel fine?" I said, sitting up. "Not even a sore muscle."
Sam frowned, taking that in. I should be in agony with all the surgery I'd just had, yet nothing hurt.
"Well maybe all that praying you do paid off, eh?" Sam asked and I laughed. Yeah, maybe.
I looked down at my hands, scared to ask the question, but I had to.
"How's Dean? Is he...?" My eyes showed just how scared I was to lose him, I closed them, not wanting to hear if it were the worst.
"He's alive." Sam said, and I swallowed, fighting back tears. "But he's not good Beth, he has a lot of internal injuries, and what might be a cerebral edema." I pulled my legs up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them, resting my chin on my knees.
Sam watched me, cautious and worried. I pulled it all inside, all the fear and uncertainty. I shoved it right down into the deepest recess of my mind. I had to focus.
"Well, we saved him once. We can do it again, right?" I asked, looking at Sam, who was nodding.
Deep down though I didn't feel so confident. We'd scoured for days and days looking for anything to help Dean when he'd been left with a chronic heart injury. There had been only one lead worth following, and it was now gone – we'd hunted it when it turned out to be someone wielding the power of a reaper for their own uses.
I pushed the doubts out of my head as best I could, they wouldn't get us anywhere.
"And Dad?" I asked, the last I'd seen him he had been bleeding and unconscious.
"He's fine, a sprained shoulder, he's been worried about you." Sam answered and I smiled.
"Come on," I said, "Let's see if these legs still work, I could use the walk, I'd like to see Dad." And then I wanted to see Dean. I swallowed hard, and kept my emotions in check, Sam looked like he was struggling enough for the pair of us. I had to be the strong one now, I was the oldest, I couldn't fall apart.
Dad was in my room, sitting in a chair staring at me as I lay dying. I don't know why I was bothering, but I ranted at him just the same. I suppose it felt good to yell at him, especially knowing that he couldn't yell back.
"Come on Dad. You've gotta help me. You can't just give up. I mean, you haven't called a soul for help. You haven't even tried. Aren't you going to do anything? Aren't you even going to say anything?" I paced around the room, anger flaring behind my eyes. I leaned against the wall, lost in my own thoughts.
"I've done everything you've ever asked me. Everything. I have given everything I've ever had. And you're just going to sit there and watch me die? I mean, what the hell kind of father are you?!" I said it right to his face. He didn't hear.
There was a sound, I paused, listening.
"Did you hear that?" I asked, stepping out into the hallway. A spirit whooshed past me and I jumped. OK, I wasn't expecting that. I looked at Dad, he wasn't even looking in our direction.
"I take it you didn't see that." I said with a smirk and decided to follow it.
I took off in the direction the spirit had gone. It went into a hallway around the corner and I hurried after it. As I rounded the corner, the spirit rushed past me again, doubling back in the opposite direction now. It rounded another corner and I turned and followed. There in the middle of the hallway was a woman, lying on the floor, files scattered all over the place as she lay choking.
"Help! Help!"The woman said, seizing up on the floor.
"Hey! I need some help in here!" I yelled, but no one could hear me.
"I can't... breathe!" The woman gasped, panting loudly, trying desperately to breathe. I watched, helpless, as she went silent, the light fading from her eyes.
I looked around, a little panicked.. I was in a right royal mess, and now there was something in the hospital hunting people. Terrific!
They were waiting, for what I had no idea, a miracle maybe. But miracles seemed to be in short supply.
"Beth," I said, watching her face as she sat next Dad. "Come on Beth... you've read my mind enough in the past... sort of... surely you can hear me?" I sighed, and shook my head. She couldn't, I don't even know why I was bothering.
"What I wouldn't give to be in that little bar in New Mexico drinking tequila with you right now..." I said to her, she looked right through me, I sighed.
Sam walked in to the room carrying one of the duffel bags from the car. As soon as he entered I was on his back.
"Sammy! Tell me you can friggin' hear me, man, there's something in the hospital. Now, you've got to bring me back and we've got to hunt this thing!"
"You're quiet." Dad said to Sam, who was looking like he was about to explode about something.
"Did you think I wouldn't find out?" Sam said, his voice was deadly serious and angry as he threw the bag at the foot of Dad's bed. Beth looked up in alarm.
"What are you talking about?" Dad asked, but he was playing dumb, I could see it in his eyes.
"That stuff from Bobby, you don't use it to ward off a demon, you use it to summon one." Dad blinked at him, and Beth moved to stand at the foot of the bed, she looked shocked.
"You're planning on bringing the demon here, aren't you?" She asked.
Sam said, furious. "Yeah, and having some stupid macho showdown?!"
"I have a plan, Sam." Dad said to him calmly.
"That's exactly my point! Dean is dying, and you have a plan!" Sam shouted at him. He threw his hands up in the air and shook his head. "You know what, you care more about killing this demon than you do about saving your own son!"
"No, no, no, guys, don't do this." I said, walking over them. Beth was biting her lip and I glanced at her.
"Do not tell me how I feel!" Dad said, raising his voice. "I am doing this for him, Sam."
"How? How is revenge going to help them? You're not thinking about anybody but yourself, it's the same selfish obsession!" Sam yelled back at him.
"Stop it..." Beth whispered, her eyes wide with tears. "Why do you always do this?"
"Come on guys, don't do this," I groaned at them, walking over to place my hand at Beth's lower back, like I always did when they argued. But this time she couldn't feel it, she was separated from me, and I didn't like it one bit. Dad and Sam ignored her and just kept right on arguing.
"You know it's funny, I thought it was your obsession too! This demon killed your mother, killed your girlfriend. You begged me to be a part of this hunt. Now if you'd killed that damn thing when you have the chance, none of this would have happened!" Dad's eyes were angry.
"It was possessing you Dad, I would have killed you too!" Sam countered, stalking around the side of the bed.
"Yeah, and your brother would be awake right now." Dad threw at him.
Beth flinched at their argument. I looked between them.
"Shut up, both of you!" I said loudly, not that they could hear.
"Go to hell." Sam said at Dad, reeling.
"I should have never taken you along in the first place. I knew it was a mistake, I knew I was wrong..." Dad was going for the kill, I reacted, without thinking.
"I said SHUT UP!" I yelled, smacked out at a glass of water. It flew off the table, crashing to the floor. Beth jumped and stared at the smashed glass, then looked around the room, frowning. Sam and Dad looked at each other, confused. I was stunned.
"Dude, I full on Swayze'd that mother." I said, and then I fell to the floor in pain.
Beth went to the door as nurses and doctors started running by in the hallway.
"Some thing's going on out there," Dad said to Sam, jerking his head in the direction of the raucous.
"No, no no no..." Beth said suddenly, leaving the room at a run. I chased her, and realised where she was going. She was going to me. Monitors were beeping and a doctor and some nurses were surrounding my body, trying to resuscitate me. I was dying.
"All clear," the doctor said, and everyone stepped back for the paddles to connect to me and shock my heart.
"Dean! Oh god." Beth said, staring in horror, looking at me in panic. Sam had reached her and had his arms around her, restraining her from going into the room.
"No..." Sam whispered, looking distraught.
"Still no pulse," the nurse said.
"Okay, let's go again, 360," the doctor said, charging the paddles again.
Suddenly there was a ghostly figure hovering over my body, looking down. I ran for it.
"You get the hell away from me!" I cried out, getting into it's face. "I said get back!" When it didn't move it I grabbed at it, I had no other weapon other than my own hands. Then I felt myself being propelled back across the room. The monitors slowed down, and a steady beat resumed.
"We have a pulse. We're back into sinus rhythm," one of the nurses reported.
Beth and Sam stared at me, their faces awash with sorrow as they watched my body on the bed.
I hovered by their side, not knowing what to do. But I knew I had to reassure them some way.
"Don't worry, Beth. I'm not going anywhere. I'm getting that thing before it gets me. It's some kind of spirit, but I could grab it. And if I can grab it, I can kill it." I was certain, I knew there'd be a way. Sam looked in my direction, almost as if he heard me.
We were back in John's room, he was looking at Sam like he was crazy.
"What do you mean, you felt something?" John asked, looked at Sam who was pacing the room.
"I mean it felt like, like Dean. Like he was there, just out of eye shot or something. I don't know if it's my psychic thing or what, it... but do you think it's even possible?" Sam looked from John to me. "Do you think his spirit could be around."
I swallowed and nodded. "Sure, any thing's possible Sam." I said, looking at John who had a thoughtful expression on his face.
"Well, there's one way to find out." Sam said, heading for the door.
"Where are you gong?" John asked him.
"I gotta pick something up, I'll be back." Sam said quietly, looking a little defeated.
"Wait, Sam." John said, sitting up. "I promise I won't hunt this demon. Not until we know Dean's ok."
Sam nodded and left.
John turned to me, relief and concern in his eyes.
"Now, tell me how it is that you're alive and walking?" He asked. I shook my head, I didn't know.
"The doctors say it's a miracle, I don't know Dad... I mean, you didn't do anything?" He shook his head at me sadly.
"Hmm." I said, thinking. "Well I don't know. They checked me over, I'm fine, nothing wrong with me. What do you think happened?" I asked him.
"I don't know Bethie, I don't know. But it sure is good to see you up and about." He smiled. I returned the smile and held his hand.
"So, what's this about hunting the demon Dad? You're in no shape to go after it. We're not doing anything except focusing on Dean now." I said, staring at him.
He nodded at me, a sadness flashing behind those brown eyes.
I watched Beth and Dad having their little chick-flick moment, and I smiled. She'd be ok, I knew she would be. She was stronger than she thought, so much stronger than me.
Turning with a sigh, I started to wander the hallways, wondering where it was that Sam had gone to, I suppose I'd find out once he got back.
There was a girl yelling. I heard it clear as day.
"Can't you see me? Why won't you look at me?" She yelled, frantically walked around the people in the hospital.
"Now what?" I muttered, and headed in the direction it was coming from.
"Somebody talk to me! Say something, please!" The girl was dark haired, she looked a lot like Beth actually, which caught my attention. Her hair was shorter, straighter, but she had similar brown eyes. She looked around frantically as she descended the stairs she was on.
"Can you see me?" I called out to her. She spun around.
"Yeah." She whispered.
"All right, just, uh... calm down. What's your name?" I asked, coming up the steps toward her.
"Tessa." She said.
"OK, good, Tessa. I'm Dean." I said, nodding.
"What's happening to me? Am – am I dead?" She asked, her eyes scared.
"That sort of depends." I said, looking at her.
A few moments later we were standing outside a room. Inside was Tessa's body hooked up to tubes and machines – just like mine. There was a woman sitting by the bed, holding Tessa's hand.
"I don't understand. I just came in for an appendectomy." Tessa said, confused.
"Well, I hate to bear bad news," I said, stating the obvious. "But I think there were some complications."
She shook her head. "It's just a dream, that's all. It's just a very weird, unbelievably vivid dream." She turned away from her body so she didn't have to look, it wasn't going to help any.
"Tessa, it's not a dream." I said. How I wish it was, most of the time you could wake up from those.
"Then what else could it be?" She asked, looking at me.
"You ever heard of an out of body experience?" I asked, looking at her.
"What are you, some new agey guy?" She asked, amused at what I'd said.
I frowned, a little taken aback. "You see me messing with crystals or listening to Yanni?" I said with a smirk. "It's actually a very old idea. Got a lot of different names: bilocation, crisis apparition, fetches... I think it's happening to us. And if it is, it means that we're spirits of people close to death."
"So we're going to die?" She asked, eyes brimming with tears.
"No. Not if we hold on. Our bodies can get better, we can snap right back in there and wake up." I said, determined. That was exactly what was going to happen, Sam and Beth would figure it out, they always did. Who knows, maybe Tessa had some guardian angel watching her back.
I had been observing Tessa for a little over an hour. She seemed to be taking things pretty well, all things considered.
"I gotta say, I'm impressed." I said to her. She turned to me with a smile.
"With what?" She asked.
"With you. Most people in your spot would be jello right now, but uh, you're taking this pretty well. Maybe a little better than me." I said, admitting for the first time that maybe this was starting to get to me.
"Don't get me wrong. I was pretty freaked at first. But now, I don't know. Maybe I'm dealing." Tessa said, shrugging her shoulders.
"So you're ok with dying?" I asked. I sure as hell knew I wasn't.
"No, of course not. I just think, whatever's gonna happen is gonna happen. It's out of my control, it's fate." I looked at her and started to wonder if Beth wasn't possessing her somehow, sounded like some kind of crap she might spin at a time like this.
"Huh. Well that's crap." I said, turning to her. "You always have a choice. You can either roll over and die, or you can keep fighting, no matter what..."
"Room 237 code blue. Dr Kripke to room 237, code blue." The announcement came over the PA system and a couple of nurses and a doctor ran past, I moved to follow.
"Where are you going?" Tessa called out.
"Just wait here!" I said, moving quickly toward the room. I ran down the hallway, and followed them into the room. The spirit I'd seen earlier was hovering over a little girl who was in the process of being resuscitated. It reached a thin, wavery hand toward the little girl's face.
"Get away from her!" I yelled, lunging at the spirit. It vanished, but the little girl still faded. The nurses had stopped resuscitation. A doctor looked resigned and sighed.
"All right, let's call it." He said.
"Time of death, five eleven pm," another doctor said.
"At least she's not suffering any more." I frowned. What was going on here?
I had been in Dean's room for the better part of an hour, I was so tired, but I refused to budge. His hand was limp in mine, but I didn't want to let it go. The steady beat of his heart on the monitor was a comfort, and I leaned my head down on the bed beside his hand, closing my eyes for a few moments.
"Dean..." I whispered, lying my face against his hand. "You have to come back to us. You can't leave me here alone, I couldn't bare it. There's so many things we haven't done." I sat up, sniffing back tears, thinking of some of our 'to do list' items which we never got around to completing, but still added to whenever we heard about them.
"What about the Capilano Suspension Bridge you keep threatening to bungee jump off? Or the sleepover with the sharks at that aquarium in Georgia? And we said we'd go to Mexico – if we can scrounge up some visas and passports that won't get us thrown in jail – to do that white water rafting adventure? Cave exploring in Alabama... the roadtrip to Alaska to see the northern lights..." I gulped, staring at his lifeless body before me. "Come on, we haven't even been to Area 51, you can't let me go to Roswell and investigate UFO's all on my own can you?" I bit my lip, what was I going to do?
The door opened, and I looked up. Sam entered the room quietly, looking at me apologetically. I smiled and looked curiously at the brown paper bag he had in his arms.
"Hey." Sam said, looking at me. "Look, I think maybe Dean's around. And if he is, well, don't make fun of me for this, but um, well there's one way we can talk to him."
I looked at him confused. "How?" I asked.
Sam pulled a box out of the paper bag he was carrying, it was called the Mystical Talking Board. I scoffed. "You're joking, right?"
Sam looked at me as if to reprimand me for making fun of him, pulling up a chair to sit on the other side of Dean's bed. He positioned the table between us and started to open the box, pulling out the board.
"Sam, this is ridiculous." I muttered at him, shaking my head.
"Come on, just try it. You've seen stranger things." Sam said, and I sighed. Maybe he was right.
He put the pointer in the centre of the board and placed his hands on it, giving me a stern look indicating I should too.
I blew out a breath and complied. "Man, I feel like I'm at a slumber party," I muttered to him and he threw me a grin. "Sam, this isn't going to work."
Sam ignored me, and looked about the room. "Dean? Dean are you here?"
I waited, rolling my eyes, no way was this going to work. Suddenly the pointer started to move, sliding over to the YES on the board.
"You did that!" I accused Sam, eyes narrowing.
"No way, no way Beth, I'm telling you, it's Dean!" Sam said shaking his head.
He laughed, looking up to the ceiling. "It's good to hear from you, man. It hasn't been the same without you Dean." Well he was right about that, I conceded.
The pointer started moving around under our fingers, and I frowned.
"What?" I asked, looking at the pointer.
"H...U...? Hunt? Hunting. What? Are you hunting?" Sam asked to the empty room.
The pointed slid back to YES.
"It's in the hospital, what you're hunting? Do, do you know what it is?" Sam asked, getting excited.
"One question at a time Sam..." I said, when the pointer didn't move.
"What is it?" Sam asked, and looked at me, waiting for the answer.
The pointer slide again, this time to R...E...A...P
"A reaper?" I asked, something about that rang true and I gulped. The pointer moved to YES.
"Dean, is it after you?" Sam asked. Again the pointer moved away and back to YES.
I swallowed, suddenly feeling like my world was slipping out from under me. "If it's here naturally, there's no way to stop it." I said quietly to Sam.
"Yeah, you can't kill Death..." Sam said mournfully.
Sam suddenly stood up from the bed, breaking contact with the board. "No. No, no, no, um, there's gotta be a way." He paced, running a frantic hand through is hair. "There's gotta be a way," he said turning to me and then he nodded. "Dad'll know what to do." He walked out the door in a hurry, leaving me with a full on ouija board and comatose Dean. Oh yeah, my day was just peachy.
I stepped out of Dean's room, I couldn't look at his lifeless body any longer. Sam hadn't come back, it had been ten minutes or so. I walked past John's room, and it was empty, neither he nor Sam were there. I kept walking, thinking I'd just have to find them myself.
A familiar tug on my stomach made me almost drop to my knees. I gasped, looking around at the area. Nothing looked different, but something was. Something was here, coming. I groaned and steadied my feet under me. I tuned into the pain, and it felt as if a tendril were grabbing at me, and if it were grabbing me, it meant I could follow it.
Dropping my mental shields, stopping the litany that was automatically in my head as soon as I started feeling like this, I allowed that hook to pull on me. I felt it leading me downstairs, and I got on the elevator as soon as the doors near me opened. I was going to the basement, I suddenly knew exactly where John was.
Tessa had wandered off, so I decided to come back to my room, I was looking for Beth, but she wasn't there. Sam came into the room carrying Dad's journal though, and I smiled. Sam frowned for a moment, noticing the absence of Beth too, but then he shrugged and started flipping through the journal, talking to me, complete trust that I was listening.
"Hey. So Dad wasn't in his room." Sam said.
"Where is he?" I wondered out loud. Great, now both he and Beth were gone, never boded well in the past.
"But I got Dad's journal, so who knows? Maybe there's something here."
Sam was going from page to page, leafing through the journal, looking at my lifeless body occasionally. I moved to stand behind him so I could look at what was in the journal.
"Thanks for not giving upon me Sammy." I said to my little brother, even though he couldn't hear me.
Sam found the page on reapers, I leaned forward and started reading. That's when it dawned on me.
"Son of a bitch!" I cursed, turning and leaving the room, I stalked down the hall, back toward where I'd come, I couldn't believe what I'd just seen, how could I have been so stupid? What were the chances of running into another spiri all disembodied in a hospital? Next to none.
I found the room I was looking for and stepped inside, narrowing my eyes.
Tessa was sitting on the side of the now empty bed, dressed in a simple black shirt and pants.
"Hi Dean." She said to me. I wasn't having any of it.
I paced in the room, looking at her with angry eyes. "You know, you read the most interesting things. For example, did you know that reapers can alter human perception? I sure didn't. Basically they can make themselves appear however they want. Like, say, a pretty girl. You're much prettier than the last reaper I met.." I finished, stopping to look at her.
"I was wondering when you would figure it out." She said calmly, watching me.
"I should have known. That whole "accepting fate" rap of yours is far too laid back for a dead chick. But the mother, and the body, I'm still trying to figure that one out." I said, referring to the whole illusion of her appendectomy gone wrong.
"It's my sandbox, I can make you see what I want," she said to me.
"What, is this like a turn-on for you? What, toying with me?" I asked, frowning.
"You didn't give me much choice. You saw my true form and you flipped out. Kinda hurts a girl's feelings. This was the only way I could get you to talk to me." She said.
"OK, fine. Nice touch with the whole semi-Beth thing you got going on I might add," I gestured to her hair and eyes. She smiled as if to say, well it worked.
"So we're talking." I said. "What the hell do you want to talk about?"
"How death is nothing to fear," she said, standing to touch my face. "It's your time to go Dean. And you're living on borrowed time already."
"Look, I'm sure you've heard this before, but... you've gotta make an exception, you've gotta cut me a break." I said to Tessa, backing away to the window. I had to make her understand. I stared out the window into the darkness, my reflection staring back at me was all I could see.
"Stage three: bargaining." She said to me, as if I didn't know what I was doing.
"I'm serious. My family's in danger. See, we're kind of in the middle of this, um, war... and they need me." I explained, it sounded so ridiculous when you said it like that.
"The fight's over." Tessa said, shaking her head.
"No, it isn't," I whispered, fighting back tears.
"It is for you. Dean. You're not the first soldier I've plucked from the battlefield. They all feel the same. They can't leave. Victory hangs in the balance. But they're wrong. The battle goes on without them."
"But Beth... my brother... they could die without me." I said, and I couldn't let them happen, they were my responsibility, they were mine to protect, I couldn't leave them to fight this war alone.
"Maybe they will, maybe they won't. Nothing you can do about it." I turned and walked away, I didn't want to hear that, there had to be something I could do, I wouldn't back down.
Tessa turned to look at me. "It's an honourable death. A warrior's death." She said softly.
"I think I'll pass on the seventy two virgins thanks. I'm not that into prude chicks anyway... and Beth would kill me." I almost smiled at that thought, of course I'd already be dead.
"That's funny. You're very cute." Tessa said almost smiling.
"There's no such thing as an honourable death." I pointed out to her. "My corpse is going to rot in the ground and my family is going to die! No. I'm not going with you, I don't care what you do."
Tessa looked contemplative. "Well, like you said. There's always a choice. I can't make you come with me. But, you're not getting back in your body. And that's just facts. So yes, you can stay. You'll stay here for years. Disembodied, scared, and over the decades it'll probably drive you mad. Maybe you'll even get violent."
"What are you saying?" I asked, watching her, her quiet and calm demeanour was scarier than any monster I'd ever faced, this wasn't what I expected in death.
"Dean. How do you think angry spirits are born?" Tessa asked. "They can't let go and they can't move on. And you're about to become one. The same thing you hunt."
The boiler room was dark and water dripped in places. I crept through the shadows, I could hear John ahead of me, I had to be extra careful not to let him hear me.
I moved forward, crouching low behind some storage crates. I could see John, he was in a chalk circle with symbols around him, two red candles either side of an ancient bowl. There was what looked like a janitor in front of him, but he was possessed, I didn't need my demon sense to tell me that, the yellow eyes looking back at John were evidence enough – John had summoned the demon, here. I froze, suddenly very aware of what a dangerous situation I found myself in. I felt anger rising in me, how could he be down here hunting that thing while Dean's life hung in the balance upstairs? We needed his help and it was the same old vendetta, again and again.
"You conjuring me, John. I'm surprised. I took you for a lot of things. But suicidally reckless wasn't one of them." The demon spoke, smiling at John, eyes glinting.
"I could always shoot you." John said confidently, the colt pointed at the demon.
"You could always miss." The demon laughed, turning to look back at John. "And you've only got one try, don'tcha? Did you really think you could trap me?"
"Oh, I don't want to trap you." John said, lowering the gun. "I want to make a deal." I frowned, swallowing hard. What the hell was going on? The demon looked at John, intrigued.
"It's very unseemly, making deals with devils. How do I know this isn't just another trick?" The yellow-eyed demon asked John.
"It's no trick. I will give you the colt and the bullet, but you've got to help Dean. You've got to bring him back." John said. I gaped, so this had been his plan all along. I battled back tears, shaking my head. No, this wasn't the way.
"Why, John, you're a sentimentalist. If only your kids knew how much their daddy loved them," the demon smiled, looking in my direction. I scooted back into the shadows with a frown. Did he know I was here? If so, why was I still here?
"It's a good trade. You care a hell of a lot more about this gun than you do Dean." John said, and I knew he was right. I paused, maybe this would work.
"Don't be so sure. He killed some people very special to me." The demon looked back at John, anger in his eyes. He stared long and hard at John, who didn't back down.
"But still, you're right, he isn't much of a threat. And neither is your other son." I frowned, what was that supposed to mean? John lowered his head slightly, and then looked up at the demon again.
"You know the truth, right? About Sammy? And the other children?" The demon asked.
"Yeah. I've known for a while." John responded. I swallowed, what on earth were they talking about?
"But Sam doesn't, does he? You've been playing dumb..." the demon chuckled.
"Can you bring Dean back? Yes or no?" John asked through gritted teeth, ignoring the comment.
"No." The demon said, then he smiled coyly. "But I know someone who can, it's not a problem." I looked down, barely breathing, hoping against hope that this would work.
"Good," John said. "But before I give you the gun, I'm going to want to make sure that Dean's ok. With my own eyes."
"Oh John, I'm offended. Don't you trust me?" The demon chuckled. John shook his head slowly.
"Fine," said the demon, nodding.
"So we have a deal?" John asked.
"No, John, not yet. You still need to sweeten the pot." The demon said, looking at him with amusement.
"There's something else I want, as much as that gun. Maybe more." He said.
"What?" John asked.
Suddenly I found myself being manhandled, strong hands grabbed my arms.
"The girl." Said the yellow-eyed demon, turning to smile at me as I was pulled into the room. John's eyes flashed at me angrily, I knew he was thinking I was an idiot for having followed him. And I was.
"I can't give you the girl." John said, raising the colt to the demon again, cocking it.
"Hmmm.. well perhaps she will give herself to me, in exchange for precious Dean's life?" He turned both yellow eyes to me and I felt myself drowning a little, the dizziness started wash over me in waves and I gasped for air.
"Stop it!" John said, moving toward the demon, putting the gun at his very head.
The demon paused, looking at John out the corner of his eye.
"OK. Not the girl then. Something just as good." He looked at John, the colt now pointing directly at his forehead.
"Your soul John. To do what I want with, for all eternity." The demon said.
"What? No! Dad you can't." I muttered, struggling against the two possessed men holding me.
"Shut up Beth." John looked at me, angry.
The demon smiled, waiting. John stared at him long and hard.
"You let her go unharmed, and you bring Dean back alive and well, and you have a deal." John said.
"No!" I said in horror, shaking my head.
The demon flicked his eyes at me, looking a little disappointed for a moment. But then looked back at John.
"Deal!" He said, and nodded. Suddenly I was released and the demons stepped back. John pulled me behind him, and I put him between me and the demon.
"I'll be seeing you soon Johnny boy." The demon promised, turning to walk out of the room with the other two demons. We waited until they were gone.
"Dad! What are you doing?!" I cried out, turning him to face me. "You can't do this, are you insane?!"
"Bethie, Bethie stop... it's the only way. It's the only way!" He was shaking me, looking at me.
"No, no we haven't looked, we haven't even started to look..." I said to him, tears in my eyes.
"There's no time Beth, Dean is living on borrowed time as it is. We need to get him back now, before it's too late." John said to me, I shook my head.
His eyes softened, and he reached out a hand to my cheek. "Beth it's ok. I'm your father. You have to let me do this, for you kids." I shook my head again, silent tears running down my cheek.
"If Sam had shot me, if he'd killed me when he had the chance, then we wouldn't be in this situation. Dean would be ok. But he didn't, and so it doesn't make much difference to me now – either way I should be dead." He was pleading with me to understand, it was unlike John.
"Dean has fought this battle for me, he's done everything I asked, putting his own needs aside. You both have. I want something more for you both, for all three of you. This needs to end now. You need to go back to your lives and stop fighting." He kissed my forehead, holding me gently. I buried my face in his chest and sobbed, I couldn't change his mind. What lives was he talking about? All we knew how to do was fight.
I was sitting on the bed with Tessa, she was stroking my hair. It was comforting, like Beth used to do when I was stressed. I wondered if she knew about that.
"It's time to put the pain behind you." Tessa said.
"And go where?" I asked, resigned.
"Sorry. I can't give away the big punchline." She said with a smile. Her smile faded to a serious look. "Moment of truth. No changing your mind later. So what's it going to be?"
I turned to face her, my decision weighing on the tip of my tongue. Suddenly the lights started to flicker and a buzzing sound droned.
"What are you doing that for?" I asked her, but she was looking scared, panicked.
"I'm not doing it." She said, looking around.
Black smoke started pouring out of the vent near us and I blinked.
"What the hell?" I asked, confused.
Tessa was frantically backing away. "You can't do this! Get away!" She screamed at the black smoke.
"What's happening?" I asked, backing up.
The black smoke poured into Tessa's mouth and she screamed, I watched in horror as it filled her, the scream turning to a groan. Then there was nothing for a moment, just her back to me.
She spun around suddenly, blinking, revealing yellow eyes to me.
"Today's your lucky day, kid!" She said, placing a hand on my head. I felt a darkness overcome me and fell forward. Everything went black.
The doctor was looking at me with wonder. Apparently I was the second miracle he'd had in a day.
"I can't explain it." He said. "The edema's vanished. The internal contusions are healed. Your vitals are good. You have some kind of angel watching over you."
"Thanks, doc." I said, nodding. It sounded good, so why did I feel so empty?
I turned to Sam, noticing the absence of Beth in the room.
"You said a Reaper was after me?" I asked.
"Yeah." Sam said, nodding.
"How'd I ditch it?" It sounded more and more suspicious to me. Something wasn't right, you don't just ditch reapers and walk away.
"You got me." Sam said, shrugging. "Dean, you really don't remember anything?"
"No. Except this pit in my stomach. Sam, some thing's wrong." I said, voicing my fears.
There was a knock at the door and there she was, smiling, bright and bubbly – Dad standing beside her, watching us all.
"I found him," Beth said with a smile, she'd been smiling all night. But when she thought I wasn't looking, there was a sadness behind those eyes, I was still puzzling that one out.
"How you feeling, dude?" Dad asked me, still loitering in the doorway.
"Fine, I guess," I answered, looking back to him as Beth slid into the chair beside the bed, reaching out to take my hand. "I'm alive."
"That's what matters." Dad said softly, giving Beth a look. I frowned, what was that?
"Where were you last night?" Sam asked, angrily, glaring at Dad.
"I had something to take care of," Dad said.
"Well, that's specific." Sam snapped.
"Come on, Sam," I said warningly, now was so not the time to start this crap up again.
"Did you go after the demon?" Sam asked, turning to Dad.
"No." John said quietly.
"You know, why don't I believe you right now?" Sam asked, getting louder.
"Can we not fight right now?" Beth asked, anxious. She was biting her lip, looking between Dad, Sam and me. "You know, half the time you're fighting, I don't even know what you're fighting about, you're just butting heads, seriously, just … stop it." Sam looked chastised, and I reached out a hand to brush some hair out of her eyes, smiling at her. That's my girl.
"Look, Sammy. I, I've made some mistakes," Dad said suddenly, "but I've always done the best I could. I don't want to fight any more, ok?" There were tears in his eyes. Well this was new.
"Dad, are you all right?" Sam asked, apparently he thought so too.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm just a little tired. Hey, son, would you, uh, would you mind getting me a cup of caffeine?" Dad asked, looking at Sam.
"Yeah," Sam said, nodding, suddenly quiet and dutiful. "Yeah, sure." He left frowning and Dad watched him walk away, there was a sadness in his eyes. Now I knew something was wrong.
"What is it?" I asked as soon as he turned back to me.
Dad looked at me, then Beth, coming to stand by us at the bed.
"You know, when you were a kid, I'd come home from a hunt... and after what I'd seen, I'd be, I'd be wrecked." He paused, tears in his eyes. "And you, you'd come up to me and you, you'd put your hand on my shoulder and you'd look me in the eye and you'd... you'd say 'It's ok Dad.'" He was close to tears, I frowned, what was he talking about?
"Dean, I'm sorry." Dad said and I looked up at him, surprised.
"What?" I asked.
"You shouldn't have had to say that to me, I should have been saying that to you. You know, I put, I put too much on your shoulders, I made you grow up too fast. You took care of Sammy, you took care of me, and then you took care of Beth too." He smiled down at Beth when he said that, putting his free hand on her shoulder, she was staring at him, looking like she might cry. Suddenly I wasn't sure I wanted to hear the rest.
"You did that, and you didn't complain, not once. I just want you to know that I am so proud of you." Dad said. He looked at Beth again. "Both of you."
"This really you talking?" I asked, I'd never heard anything like it come out of his mouth.
"Yeah. Yeah it's really me." Dad said, sniffing back tears.
"Why are you saying this stuff?" I asked, I knew I wasn't going to like the answer. I glanced at Beth, and she looked troubled.
"I want you both to watch out for Sammy, ok?" He said, looking at us. Beth was nodding, tears in her eyes.
"Yeah, Dad, you know we will. You're scaring me." I whispered.
"Don't be scared Dean." Dad said, and then he leaned in to me, whispering something about Sammy, and Beth was crying quietly, like she already knew what he was going to say. I pulled back looking at him, shocked.
He looked at me long and hard, then at Beth, smiling and touching her cheek. She sniffed back tears and nodded. What the hell had I missed while I was out?
When he left, I turned to Beth. "Are you ok?" I asked, brushing the tears from her cheek.
"Yeah, it's just been... a really long week... you know?" She asked, fresh tears in her eyes. I nodded, it'd been a long year. She stood up to leave.
"Where are you going?" I asked, she threw me a hesitant smile.
"I'll be right back, don't go anywhere." She said leaning down to kiss me, I looked at her, confused. "I just want to check on Dad, he seems... I don't know... I won't be long." I nodded, yeah, I was worried about Dad too.
He'd told me not to, but I couldn't let him go through it alone. I followed him into his room, saw him place the colt on the table over the bed. I hovered in the doorway as John looked over at the so-called janitor. Those yellow eyes stared back at him.
John heard me gasp and turned, frowning. "Beth, you shouldn't be here." I shook my head at him.
"You don't get to do this alone. Not after all you've done for us." I said, stepping up and taking his hands in mine. Fresh tears welled up, but I could do this, I could see this through. I had to. For Dean.
John leaned forward, pressing his forehead to mine with a sigh. "I'm so proud of you Beth, you're everything I ever wanted in a daughter." He said softly, then pulled back to look me in the eyes. "You take care of your brothers." I nodded, words long gone.
He turned to the demon, who was smiling.
"Okay." John said, resignation in his eyes and posture. "Do it." He stared at me, and it was like watching my father die all over again, those eyes watching me, the light about to leave them.
The demon stepped forward with a delighted laugh, and pressed his hand to John's head. I watched, horrified, as John convulsed in front of me, falling to the ground, dropping my hands as he fell. I stared long and hard, not wanting to believe this was happening.
Then I turned my eyes to the demon, showing it my hatred. "See you around sweetcakes," he said with a smile, picking up the colt and brushing past me. I was alone, my father at my feet once again, and it all came crashing down. I fell to my knees, cradling his head in my hands, tears running down my cheeks.
Sam walked past at that moment, carrying a cup of coffee and saw us, I looked up at him and his eyes registered shock.
"Dad?!" He said. The rest was as if it was in slow motion. Sam dropped the cup of coffee, running to us, and screamed for help from the medical staff.
I was pulled out of the room and thrust by Sam into Dean's arms, he turned to go back in but a nurse stopped him. We had no choice but to wait at the door.
"No, no, no, it's our dad. It's our dad!" Dean cried out. "Come on..."
"Okay, stop compressions," the doctor said, it was doing no good, and I knew it.
"Still no pulse," the nurse said.
"Okay, that's it," the doctor said. "I'll call it. Time of death: 10:41am."
He was gone, and there was nothing to be done. We stood there, staring, our Dad was dead and we couldn't do anything to change that. All this time we'd been looking for him, maybe it would have been better if he'd stayed hidden. I turned and buried my face in Dean's shoulder, he was in shock, arm wrapped around me. I didn't know what was worse, that I knew of the ultimate sacrifice John had made for his son, or that I was more relieved that he'd done it because it meant that I had Dean with me, here and now.
There were like 3 or 4 different ways I could have written this story, I went with this one to tell John's story a little bit more. John reminds me a lot of my own father, strict, domineering, but at the end of the day would do anything for you, and is always just trying to do his best for his kids. This episode was really quite heart breaking for me when I saw it for the first time, it still gets me.
The song for the chapter is: Get out alive by Three Days Grace
Thanks always to everyone who takes the time to leave a review – and for all the people who commented on Highway To Hell. I hope you enjoy this story just as much as the last! Please let me know what you think!
MORE ABOUT THE DEAN & BETH WORLD
This is the story of Beth O'Malley, daughter of a minister, also a hunter who was friends with John Winchester. Although she was unaware of his 'other job', as a teenager, Beth found out the hard way about the things that are out there in the dark when she was possessed by a demon, an old foe of her father's, and forced to kill him by her own hand.
John rescued her, exorcised the demon, and took her in, teaching her the ways of hunting. After a while she and Dean developed a relationship, eventually gaining the blessing of John when she was nearly killed during a hunt. They fight together now, alongside their brother Sam, and the whole world has just been turned upside-down for them – what will happen next?!
This is Supernatural as I think it should be written. :) In general, I follow the series, writing Beth into it as we go – that's right, I don't change the plots all that much, that's not what this is about. Some become flashbacks, some change a bit to fit with the storyline I am creating around Beth; all in all I hope you enjoy the way I write it, and come back for more!
Please post a review if you're enjoying the writing – I love to get feedback, especially if it's nice! If you have songs you'd like to suggest for any particular episodes, do so, I love to add to my playlists :) Likewise if you have any ideas around storyline, episodes etc. that I might miss (I skip the ones where Beth wouldn't feature too much because I mainly write from her point of view – occasionally Dean's) feel free to suggest them. Let me know what you like about the story! Everyone's encouragement just inspires me to keep going with it :D