The Prophet

Chapter 86: Crappy Chairs

The days following our conversation with Kevin were tense. Most of us had never had our blood drawn before. When hunters needed it for a spell or anything, they usually got it with a knife, and Dean was worried about dying on a hunt and getting stuck as a ghost trapped in a bloodbank. Charlie, being a secret cyber-criminal and all, didn't tend to do anything involving background checks or medical records if she could help it. Castiel was an angel and apparently that could cause some complications though he would have donated otherwise. You know being generous and the good of humanity and such. Most blood drives have an age and or weight limit that prevent minors from giving blood. Sam told us he had participated in a blood drive at his college before, which Dean seemed slightly ticked of about ("Do you know how many spells a witch could have used on you with that?"), and Cyrus had apparently had blood drawn before, but didn't "feel like talking about it" and seemed suddenly very interested in the floor. We had to look on the internet for instructions.

The video assured us it wouldn't hurt that much. It hurt. I mean don't get me wrong, I wasn't new to pain, but don't tell me something won't hurt if it's going to hurt. It's a needle invading my arm and stealing my life fluids. It's going to hurt.

Yeah. We kept doing that over the course of several days. The whole time we stayed in the bunker.

Then Dean started getting restless.

"I found a case in Kansas," said Dean, throwing a newspaper onto the table. "It's not far. It looks like a ghost." Sam, Mikey, and I looked up from our monopoly game.

"You should go tell Charlie," said Sam. Mikey rolled the die. He got a six, passed go, and collected two hundred dollars.

"I was thinking maybe we could go do it," said Dean. "We are close and it's just a quick salt and burn."

"We're storing blood to fight heaven," said Sam. "We lose too much blood to go on a hunt."

"Then I'll do it," said Dean.

"You gave too," said Mikey.

"I have the Mark," said Dean. "Nothing's gonna happen. Meanwhile people are dying and you want to send somebody else."

"We've got other things on our plate right now," said Sam. "Besides, you shouldn't go by yourself."

"Oh so now I need a baby sitter?" asked Dean.

"Dean that mark on your arm is doing things to you," said Sam. "You could hurt somebody."

"People are getting hurt," said Dean. "By a ghost. Two hours away."

"We aren't the only hunters in the world," said Sam, getting louder now. I was unsure whether to interject. I glanced over at Mikey. He was slowly sinking down in his chair.

"We are the closest hunters in the world," said Dean. "It's a salt an burn."

"Dean we-"

My head started hurting. The room blurred. "Dang it" I muttered. I leaned back in my chair, as the world went black.

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I saw Zad and Gabby.  They were walking along a sidewalk, Zad had a backpack slung over his shoulder and Gabby had her arms crossed over a binder that was nearly overflowing with papers and books. They proceeded silently to the corner and waited with several other teenagers at a stop sign. Probably for their bus.

Then one of the teens turned to them. She had inky black eyes.

"Raegan!" Gabby gasped, taking a step back. The demon grinned.

"Oh yes," she said. "Your friend is still in here. She put up quite a fight when I possessed her. Stupid really. She's no match for something like me. Neither were your other bus mates." She gestured around at the other children who hadn't even bothered to glance at the exchange. Zad looked at them worriedly. Gabby lunged at Raegan, but Zad held tight to her wrist.