I open the door to the bunker and start towards the staircase. I see Pac laid out on the table with the map. There's blood everywhere and Sam and Dean are holding their hands on his wounds. I begin to feel lightheaded at the sight of it. I run down the stairs, throwing my backpack off of me. I join them and spring into action. Dean lets go of Pac as he stops breathing. His breath comes to a close, wheezing, squeezing out his final moments of life. Sam and Dean back away from his body and there is a moment of immense silence.  Dean begins knocking things over, with his bloody hands.

  "What the hell happened?" I look to Sam, the one who is supposed to be calm; emphasis on supposed to be. "Some witches came looking for you. We couldn't stop them in time to save Pac." The crushing reality of the situation hits me. I now am responsible for three deaths: my father, my mother, and this guy.

  I approach the man, his eyes open, glaring with their emptiness. I place my hand on his chest and close my eyes. I feel this overwhelming warmth coming from my hands. I picture all the sadness and guilt that I have been feeling. I think of the color yellow, for my cowardness way about me. I think of all of the pain I have felt, and I think about Dad. I open my eyes to see a green light coming from my hands and transferring to his body. It surges through him, and he rises up.

  I fall backwards, half expecting him to be a zombified version of himself. It actually worked. "I must be in heaven." He looks at me with shock.

  "Nope. Unfortunately, not." I stand up and walk to my room. The reality of what I've just done sets in, as I slide down the wall, my arms wrapped around my knees. I bury my head in my knees and sob. I feel a hand on my hair, stroking it. I look up, my eyes blurry from the tears, and my eyes focus on Alphonse.

  "You have no idea the implications of your actions, you fool."

  "Who was after me?" I ignore him scolding me because I just don't want to hear it right now.
"Witches who feel your power. Which, thank you very much, you're going to make my job a lot harder."
"Alphonse, why are you protecting me? Why couldn't you stop them from coming?"
"Well, they didn't get you did they? They got that hunter out there." He never gets annoyed with me.
"Why me?" I plead to know an answer that explains everything.
"Luck of the draw." He responds with a blank expression but continues, "I know I've never felt drawn to anyone like this. I used to be you, centuries ago, but things have changed since then. I grew into my powers just like I know you will. Once I became strong enough, almost nobody was brave enough to stop me. But some witches are power hungry and you're dinner. I'm trying to get you over that hump by avoiding you using your power."
"How do I know I can trust you?"
"Oh silly girl, never trust anyone. But me. You can trust me." He pushes my hair behind my ear.
I stand up and lock the door. Then, I sit on the bed. I pat the seat next to me to urge him to join me.
"Alphonse? Can you stay with me tonight? I don't want to be alone."
"Yea, but don't pull anything." He jokes and sits next to me.
"Go ahead, you can sleep. I'm here."
"I can't sleep, Alphonse. Sam and Dean think I'm a freak, but they won't let me go be a freak on my own because they made some ominous promise to my dad."
  "You could drive yourself nuts trying to think of why things are the way they are. I know I have been down that path. Let's try something." He places his hand in mine.
  "Let's try some basic protection practices." He looks at me in the eye, seriously.
  "Say I'm coming at you. I'm a powerful witch and you want to protect yourself. I'm using magic, so you'll want to use magic. Go."
  He takes his hand away from me and lifts a pillow with his mind. His eyes follow it as it comes towards me. I swat it away with my hand.
  "No." He lifts it again and it comes to me again.
  "Alphonse, I don't want to play this game."
  "Come on, Liz."
  "Don't call me Liz," I throw the pillow to the wall with my mind. I sit breathless at what I've just done.
  "Can you go? Just go please."
  "We're onto something here." He stands and retrieves the pillow. He places it in my lap calmly.
  "Okay. Lesson time later. You be safe, Elizabeth."

  He leaves me again and I hear a knock on my door. I don't want to face them right now. If I can bring someone back from the dead, I don't know what else I am capable of. Maybe Sam and Dean should cut me loose. Maybe they'll want to cut me loose.

"Go away!" I shout through the door. Still, the knocking continues. I stand up and sigh deeply. I swing the door open to see Sam and Dean, with Castiel. Perfect timing, Castiel.

  The three of them come inside my room, invading my space without permission. I can't stand the way they're looking at me. I sit on the bed, ready to receive the consequences of my actions. All three of them sit on the bed with me, looking at me.

  "I know what you're going to say." I'm already ready to dismiss their lecture. 

  "I have been away, collecting payment for the Shoman. He wanted near impossible things, like water from the deepest parts of the Pacific Ocean, Pieces from Babylon, and a piece from the wood where Jesus was crucified. I have paid him and now it's time to take you." Castiel could have called. We were all wondering where he was. I suddenly see flashes of orange and yellow colors, feel them spin and spin into an endless cycle.

  "Alright." I stand up.

  "Bye, I guess." I glance at Sam and Dean. Castiel touches my forehead, and we are transported to a colorful room. It smells of incense and is decorated beautifully. I look out the windows, to see where we are, and we are in the middle of a desert. just sand, as far as the eye can see. I take a seat on an interesting square pillow. A Turkish style lamp hangs over me, colorful and made of stained glass. A man comes from the hallway, it's a small place, like a camper van.

  "Elizabeth. Pleasure to meet you. Oh, I can feel that you need some healing." He shakes my hand and takes a seat on a pillow next to me. Castiel just stands over us, watching the interaction. "Such a heavy burden that you carry. Maybe next time, you can get some healing from your father's death. "

  "Don't talk about my father." I get offended and want this interaction to be over already.

  "Come on. Let's do this."

  "As you wish." He walks to the kitchen and retrieves a large bowl from a door that says Pantry on it. He goes back for a weird looking bundle of what appears to be dark colored hay, a lighter, a small jar of blood, and a knife. He sets the ingredients down on the ground next to me. He pulls a deck of tarot cards from under the lamp.

  "Let's begin. As you so eloquently put it, let's do this." He's a heavyset man, a long beard, smells like garlic.

  "What do I do?" I am eager.

  "This is sage." He lights the tip of it and the smoke emits a pleasant smell. "Cleanse yourself. All around, don't be shy. Cleanse yourself of all your suffering. Really focus on it." I reluctantly take the sage from him and wave it all around my body. Surprisingly, a feeling of calamity washes over me with each wave of the smoke. I actually feel quite high.

  I look up to the ceiling while he's mixing blood and other ingredients. The ceiling turns to trees, beautiful green towering trees. There are various plants around me, all different shapes and sizes, all different vibrant colors. The bowl sparks a green color and the Shamon flenches.
"No, no, no." He backs away from the bowl and stands up.
"Go. Leave. Now!" The green overtakes the room, like a slow burning fire. The smell of smoke surrounds us. The Shamon burns from his feet up with green fire. I look to Castiel for a moment. He places his fingers on my forehead to get us out of here. But he disappears and I'm in the middle of the beautiful jungle that I saw. There is such silence here. The wind isn't even blowing. I take a couple of steps on the rich soil and see something rustling through the trees.
A woman with a goat head reveals herself through the colored bushes.
"Hello, Elizabeth."