Chapter six:
Mom pinned to the ceiling, bleeding from the belly, fire consuming her...
They're with dad, following every one of his commands. Girls don't forget, you salt the entrance, they can't get in, he orders. Samantha, I want you to shoot all of those bottles off the wall, he yells. Deanna stay with your sister, he barks.
Jesse pinned to the ceiling, bleeding from the belly, fire consuming him.
Learning how to field - trip an M-16 before ever kissing a boy. Unable to get through Moby- Dick or The Scarlet Letter for school, despite having already read the collected works of Aleister Crowley- not to mention Jan Howard Brundwand. Knowing the exorcism ritual in Latin, but unable to remember the Pledge of Allegiance, which earns a detention sentence at one of the (many ) grammar schools.
Cassie pinned to the ceiling, bleeding from the stomach, fire consuming her...
Deanna Miller's = I gotta find Dad. He wants us to pick up where he left off- saving people, hunting things.
Samantha Miller's = Can we not fight? You're after it aren't you? The thing that killed Mom? I don't understand the blind faith you have in the man.
Sarah pinned to the ceiling, bleeding from the belly, fire consuming her...
The fire never dies, never goes away, never leaves, no matter how many times you put on the brave face, no matter how many times you lie to people that everything you be okay, no matter how often you tell people that you'll fix it, now matter how close you come to dying or being caught or being put away forever, and then you won't be able to protect anyone ever again.
Jo pinned to the ceiling, bleeding from the belly, fire consuming her...
All right, something like this happens to your sister, you pick up the phone and you call me.
Deanna Miller's = Call you? You kiddin me? Dad, I called you from Lawrence. All right? Samantha called you when I was dying. But getting you on the phone. I gotta better chance winning the lottery.
Jo pinned to the ceiling, bleeding from the stomach, fire consuming her.
Samantha Miller's = He"s given us a order. I don't care! We don't always have to do what he says.
Samantha pinned to the ceiling, bleeding from the belly- but the fire doesn't consume her. Instead, her eyes open, they're yellow.
Samantha Miller's = You have to kill me , Deanna. Dad said so.
Deanna Winchester = No!
Deanna shot upright, drenched in sweat, pajama pants damp, sheets twisted and soaked. Untangling herself from the sheets of Manfred's guest bed, she walked over to the bureau, on which sat a giant circular mirror with a peace symbol etched into it in red. A haggard, sweaty face looked at her. Hell, even her hair was mussed, and she had long enough hair to do the job, but that nightmare- latest in a freakin series, collec' t em all- had done the trick.