Fool's Gold ~ Dean Winchester

Chapter Four

I shook my head watching as she looked between me and the knife.

"This entire time?" I called out, feeling the tears burn in my water line.

Her frown lines creased deeper in her skin. I knew she felt no remorse. I knew she didn't feel anything beyond what she was sent here to do. I finally broke our eye contact and lowered the knife to my side.

"You can't help me." I huffed in annoyance, "god I'm so stupid. That's why you run from demons, you didn't want them to see your face." I motioned with the knife towards her mask that was now hidden from me again.

"You can't control this power-" she continued as she took a step closer but I held up the knife as a warning.

"Stop! What makes you think I want this?" My tears found no limits as they began to flow down my cheeks, "I don't want to have whatever this is. Ever since it showed itself 5 years ago, I've kept it so deep down I didn't know I could use it again."

Eleanor then let a smile fill her lips, "you say 5 years ago like that's the first time you've seen it— felt it. It's always been in you and it will always will be in you. If you want to save your Winchesters, then let me help you!"

Our eyes stayed connected as I tried to search her mind. My muscles relaxed slightly which caused a breath to leave her lips.

"Azazel- does he know about me?" I questioned which received a nod from Eleanor.

"Is that the reason he killed my parents? Sam's mom?"

Another nod.

I lowered my gaze and then used my hand to dig through my pocket. Eleanor looked worried as I flipped the phone open and searched for the name— when I found it. I clicked call and raised it to my ear.

I could tell the sun was beginning to rise from the curtains beginning to glow.

"Hello? Juniper?" Even his voice sent a shiver down my spine.

"Dean whatever you need, I'm in."

There was a silence and then a shuffle.

"June, we gotta talk."

This time it wasn't the older Winchester. No it was the sound of my old best friend. Sam. My eyes widened as I looked at Eleanor.

"Give me an address, I'll be there." Is the last thing I said before hanging up.

Five Years Ago ~

Dean and I snuck through the hospital, him taking the doctors coat off the demon I had somehow killed earlier. I was covered in a hospital gown and a blanket, Dean rolled me in a wheelchair.

We kept our heads down.

Right before we were able to exit the hospital, another nurse had stopped us. She looked at Dean who just plastered a charming smile on his face. If we weren't trying to escape I probably would've rolled my eyes but I knew we had a role to play.

"Doctor Billings," the nurse began which caused Dean to clear his throat and play the part, "I'm nurse Bentley, I was sent from the west wing of the hospital to try to get some information on a patient. Do you have time?"

Dean was silent for a moment, I looked at the nurse as if she was blind. Did she not see me in a wheelchair? Honestly looking at the Winchester, I didn't blame her for not noticing her surroundings.

"Nurse —" he began as she smiled widely.

"Bentley." She helped him.

Dean continued, "I have to help my patient here, she's been in a terrible accident and she owes her doctor here some explanations but how about I get your number so I can call you later to discuss— what you needed to discuss."