I finally go to sleep, against my wishes. Damn that crappy gas station chicken that Dean got for us. I find myself tossing and turning all night. I roll over to the other side of the bed, hoping that would make a difference.
I feel something underneath me, like a piece of paper. With immense curiosity, I turn the lamp on. I pick up what looks like a card.
"Death." It has a cloaked man on it, with deep sunken in eyes. He is holding an angel blade instead of the typical scythe. Great.
Well, now I really can't sleep. When will it end? Dad would know just what this means.
"It's time I pay you a visit." A man appears next to me on the bed. It's Alphonse; I could recognize that smell of cinnamon anywhere.
He holds a deck of cards in his hands and looks down at them. He shows me them, sprawling them out. They all have different pictures on them. He flips them over to their backside and then back to the front again. Every card says death.
"Do you know what tarot cards are? You should since you're like me now. They give fortunes, kind of like your little brain does." He taps my forehead and faces me, sitting criss cross on the bed.
"You're a witch who makes house calls?" I mimic his criss cross seated position and face him.
"Only for you, silly. I have been waiting centuries for you to come along."
"Centuries?" I become fascinated.
"Wait. How did you get in? I thought this was supposed to be the safest place on earth and all that jazz."
"I'm no threat to you, Elizabeth. You are relatively safe here, but I can protect you better than they can."
"No offense. I think I'll stick with them. That's what my dad would have wanted."
"Your dad wanted you alive. I share in that wish."
I mock him "i ShaRe in ThAt wiSH."
"You know, the death card doesn't always mean physical death. It can signify that the life you once knew is dying, or already dead." He disappears.
Super helpful. Thanks Alphonse. I wonder if I should tell Sam and Dean about him. He says he's no threat to me, that he's like me. I want to learn that cool trick he does with the cards. That would be dope. I drift off back into sleep.

When I wake up, I get dressed in something simple. I make my way down the hall, to the smell of coffee. I see Sam, Dean, and Castiel sitting at this massive table with what looks like a map on it. I take a seat. "There's coffee in there." Dean motions to the kitchen. "Thanks." I smile at him and get up.

"Alright, so this healer. Tell me about him." Dean's voice distracts me as I pour my first cup of many. Look at this kitchen. It looks like it was meant to feed an army of men. Why couldn't Dad have been part of these hunters?

I come back to the table and sit across from the three of them.
"Cas thinks he could help you." Dean introduces the game plan.

"There's this shaman Cas knows. Maybe he can take away your powers. He will use magic to take away your magic."

"Really? That was fast!" I get giddy at the idea of it. This would solve everything. There wouldn't be anyone after me, anything after me, nothing. It would be just me and dealing with my father's death. Oh. My father's death.

"I'm in. Let's do it. But first, can we please find my dad and give him a hunter's funeral? He's on the ground of some cabin in the middle of nowhere. I saw it and I can't stand it. It's not right. It's not what he deserves."

"Cas, we'll go with her to find her dad. You talk to the Shaman again." Dean gives orders militantly.

Castiel disappears and I hear a faint flapping sound. I'll never get used to people just disappearing or the existence of angels.

"Elizabeth, is there any way you can locate your dad? Like, in one of your visions or something?"

"I mean, I don't choose when they come. Or at least I have never tried."

"Can you try now?" I sit there listening to Sam ask this of me. His voice never has judgement in it.

"Uh. Yeah." I close my eyes and concentrate on the already existing image of Dad's corpse. I see his face, that wide open mouth. I feel as though I am right beside him. I see blood around him, all over the room. It looks like one hell of a fight went down here. It feels warm and sticky. I walk out of the cabin, seeing sunlight but also the moon. It begins raining. It's raining tarot cards, and a woman appears. I catch one of the tarot cards and it has the address written over "The Fool" card.

The woman comes closer to me, extending her hand. "The rain is really coming down hard tonight." She creates an umbrella from thin air and hands it to me. "Who are you?" I toss the umbrella to the side. "I'm the one who has been waiting for you. You're finally accessing your powers purposefully. You're not passive in your abilities anymore. You can do so much more; I can teach you so much more." She has caramel hair, soft eyes, a smoother voice than anyone I've ever known. She has a thin frame and is draped in velvet. She's beautiful. She looks like she has lived a thousand lives and traveled a thousand worlds. I am drawn to her in a strange way.

"I want you. All of you. With me. Forever." She disappears and I am left holding the address on the tarot card. I open my eyes to see Sam and Dean staring at me intensely. The tarot card is in my hand and I slide it over to them. "I hated that. Please don't make me do that again."

"Are you alright?" Dean looks concerned.

"Yeah. We have an address, and we can put Dad to rest. We are in good shape. Can we go soon?"

"Yeah, let's do it." Dean stands and then Sam and then me.

Inside the Impala, I find myself taking deep breaths for what is to come. Okay. We have the Shamon who will help rid me of this curse. We have Dad who we will give a proper farewell to. We have Alphonse, who shows up at mysterious times. We have that lady who apparently wants all of me; such a weird thing to say to someone.

I see Sam occasionally glancing at me through the rearview mirror. Soon, I'll be on my own. i'll probably miss the concerned glances. I sure as hell won't miss the painful feeling in my jaw from where Dean punched me.

"We're here." We are in the middle of the woods, trees towering over us. I don't wait for Sam and Dean to get out of the car. I jump out and run inside. I'm so close to closure, so close to Dad.

I enter the house, calling for my dad. I quickly see him, next to a hex bag. The smell of putrid, rotting flesh fills the room. I lay down next to him, close enough to feel him next to me. I look at him, his glossed over eyes. I hug him, laying my head on his chest. The smell doesn't bother me so much.

"Elizabeth?" I hear Sam's voice behind me. I don't care to respond. I want to be with my dad.

"Hey." Sam crouches down next to me. "We are going to start chopping some wood. Are you going to be okay in here?"

"Yeah. Let me know if you need help. I want to be with him before he's gone. I didn't get to say goodbye."

Sam stands and makes his exit. The sun shines through the windows, mocking me. What were you doing here, Dad? I cry on his chest, the last time I will ever do that. I remember the times Dad and I would laugh so hard that we cried. I try to close his eyes, but they pop back open. He rises up, looks at me, and I back away. He is sitting up, staring at me with his dead eyes. "the rain is really coming down hard tonight."

"Huh?" I back away from him, quickly scooting myself at a safe distance."

He smiles at me, his mouth wide open. "You're going to end up just like me. Dead and rotting on some floor in the middle of nowhere unless you give yourself to her fully."

He lays down again and I wait for the stillness to return.

I dart outside, not wanting to spend another second with him. Something about seeing your dead father possessed by some entity brings immense closure. I find Sam and Dean, breathlessly chopping wood on my behalf. They look at me, sweating. I wipe the tears from my face.

"There's something in there and it's not my dad." "What?'' Sam drops the axe.

"Please come with me to check it out." I beg them.

They both follow me. When we enter, my dad's body is gone. Only the red hex bag lays in the spot where he was.

"I- I don't know. He sat up and said dark things to me and then went back to the ground. i don't know. I don't know." I begin pacing back and forth, my hands on my head.

Sam grabs the hex bag and burns it, swiftly.

"I can't. I can't. I can't." I keep repeating the words and pacing around.

"Let's go, okay?"

For once, I don't argue with them Sam places a hand on my back to lead me out.

Inside the Impala, there are about two minutes of silence. I watch us drive by the wood that they chopped up for me. I never did get a sense of peace or comfort. I got a big heaping pile of shit.

"What did he say to you?" Dean finally breaks the silence. The sun is coming down now. I fixate on it for a while before responding.

"He said that I need to surrender to some lady and let her have my powers or else I'd end up dead like him. He said I'd rot. He smiled at me. It was so creepy, you guys. He smiled at me with his big, open, dead mouth.

"We'll see what Cas says when we get back. We are trying to get this handled, Elizabeth. " Dean tries to reassure me. I'm more scared than I've ever been in my life.