Back at the bunker, I mope around for most of the night. Castiel isn't here like he said he would be. I sit at the big round table with the map on it. I wish I had some more alcohol. Jesus, I am not even drinking age yet and I am dealing with this. Suddenly, Alphonse appears next to me.
  "Hello, hello." He seems oddly chipper for what has been going on with me. I don't respond.
  "What has happened? You seem hurt." He examines me.
He sits, with his legs crossed, in the chair in front of me, pushing my hair out of my face.
He is wearing a brown suit, with a vest over his white shirt. He looks nice, like he is attending some formal dinner after this.
"I'm fine." I grow increasingly annoyed with his attempts to figure out if I'm okay rather than making me okay.
"Did a certain someone come to visit you?" He uncrosses his legs and leans closer to me. From beside my ear, he grabs a tarot card.
"The fool." He reads aloud.
"This doesn't mean you're a fool, Elizabeth. It means you're embarking on a journey that you've never taken before and you have no idea how to navigate it." He places the card down slides it in a figure 8 motion on the table. It becomes a puff of sparkles and drifts away into the air.
"Someone did visit me and I didn't like her one bit."
I push him further away from me but he comes closer.
"Do tell."
"She said she wanted me to become part of her. She wanted whatever is inside of me. But don't worry, Alphonse. I'm going to see a Shamon and get rid of my powers."
His eyebrows raise at me; I can't tell if it's from apprehension or disbelief.
"It's not to late to come with me. I am a witch after all. I can't protect you. There are-"
I cut him off and stand up.
"I don't even know you! I don't want to be around witches. I want to be around people, good people, those people in there. I'm getting rid of this terrible curse and I don't ever want to see you again!" I shout at him and he comes closer to me. He gently touches my arm, looks me in the eye, and speaks softly.
"The fool rarely knows when to turn around. So enveloped on what's in front of them that they don't stop to think what's behind them."
He points behind me. I turn around to see Sam and Dean pointing guns at him.
"How exciting!" Alphonse takes a seat on the table, watching the pair of them.
"We heard everything. So hear this. Witch killing bullets." Dean grips his gun like he's actually going to do something with it. I don't think I've ever even held a gun except for that time Dad tore me a new one for even trying to clean his gun.
"Gentleman, there's no need. We share a common goal. Elizabeth needs to be protected. Who better with than myself? I know how to help her, boys."
"Where the hell were you when she needed you? When her parents needed you?" Sam interjects.
I walk to Sam and Dean, to leave Alphonse standing by himself. "He hasn't hurt me." I tell them.
"I don't think he will." I add.
  "I unfortunately can't be around twenty four hours a day for her, the same as you. But I am a witch, the same as her." He disappears, the same way Castiel does.
"Well, I think he told you all that you need to know. He dropped in the night those demons came." I use a relaxed tone, too tired to even give a damn.
"Any word on Castiel and the Shamon?" They are just looking at me.
They stash their guns away in their jackets. "Look, if we are going to protect you, we need to know everything that's going on. We need to know about stuff like this." Sam scolds me.
"Okay." I agree and make my way back to my room.
I quickly settle into the bed, feeling the exhaustion weight me down. I roll onto my stomach and dial Dad's number.
  It goes to voicemail. I hate the ringing before the inevitable voicemail tone.
  "Hey, Dad. I think things are going to be okay really soon. I think everything is going to be fixed and it'll all be alright. I miss you. I wish you were here to help me navigate this crazy world. I feel like I have so much to learn, but I know I'll make you proud. I love you." I hang up and roll back over, to see Dean standing in my doorway. He scurries off, as if to pretend I didn't just catch him spying. I plug my phone in and feel calmer, knowing I just talked to Dad. I fall asleep, into a restful sleep, no tossing and turning.