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Analina discovers a new power to save possessed souls. Frustrated by the apocalypse hunt, she plans a “date” with Dean for a much-needed break and fresh perspective

Rating: PG-13
Contains:  Supernatural Elements & Threat, Implied Emotional Strain, Mild Language/Suggestive Banter
No Graphic Content: No detailed gore or explicit sexual scenes.

CHAPTER TWELVE:  
Exorcisms, Souls, and a Date

HELPING TO FREE SPIRITS FELT GOOD. It was like we were making a difference in the world—however small. It was also something productive that we could do while we figured out the apocalypse. Besides taking care of spirits, I also enjoyed just talking to Sam and Dean. They were usually down-to-earth people and easy to talk to about random things.

Dean always asked me different questions when we first met. For example, he noticed the ring I always wore. It was a diamond ring, but I wore it on my right hand. He asked if I was engaged. I wasn’t. I wasn’t even dating anyone at the time, which explained why I never mentioned a guy’s name. He asked if it was a family heirloom, even though it didn’t look old. I ended up telling him how I got it.

I had always wanted a diamond ring and had a certain design in mind. When I was about to graduate from graduate school, I decided to buy the ring I wanted myself. Plus, I never saw myself getting married. I couldn’t find the ring I wanted in regular stores, so I designed and ordered my own. It was a big, heart-shaped diamond with two smaller diamonds on the sides. I had originally wanted antique keys engraved on the sides, but that wasn’t an option when I created it. Instead, I had diamond chips placed along the edge. Dean got a kick out of the story for some reason. I guessed he had just never met a girl who would buy herself a ring.

Anyway, even though we kept busy with hunting and the apocalypse, we had some fun conversations and times in between.

AS TIME PASSED, HUNTING BECAME EASIER. The demons and angels didn’t technically let up on their search for me, but both sides soon learned that I was with the Winchesters. That seemed to speak for itself in the supernatural world, and the intensity decreased from the first time I met them a few months ago.

Occasionally, we came upon a demon (more often than not) that recognized them or me. They usually wanted to get their reward for presenting us to Lucifer. The angels were more concerned about getting Dean to say yes to Michael, although I was a topic of interest with the sketchy prophecy. They were still curious about how I could help them. It didn’t work out for them since I was able to feel them more easily now.

As I gained more practice, I started to notice a difference with the possessions. The first couple I met all felt the same. However, I soon came upon one that felt slightly different. Inside was a very subtle warm spot. Later, I realized this was a soul, which meant that the person was still alive. All those other demons that I had met before were using dead bodies. The souls were gone, which is why I had never noticed this before. I mentioned this to Sam and Dean, and I eventually got to test my theory.

While working on a case in Colma, California, we discovered a woman who was possessed by a demon. Sam and Dean had cornered her in a devil’s trap in her basement. I noticed a soul left in her. We tended to do exorcisms whenever possible. Sometimes they didn’t always give us a choice, and the “Ruby knife”—a knife that killed demons and technically the person it possessed—had to be used. This woman would be my first time doing an exorcism.

Sam handed me his dad’s journal that contained the exorcism. I looked down at the handwritten Latin and sighed. Foreign languages weren’t my forte.

Dean grinned, “We bring back the dead languages with this job.”

“There are good reasons why some of these languages should be dead,” I replied, glancing over the words. I could sort of make out the gist of it. Some words were recognizable. Others—well, others were not.

I glanced up at the woman tied to the chair. She seemed almost like a rabid animal at the moment. Sam and Dean had to douse her with holy water to get her inside the trap. Unfortunately for us, this was obviously not a surprise attack. The demon flashed its eyes at me. I contained my shudder.

“You doing this or what?” Dean asked as he circled to my other side.

“She can’t do it,” the demon hissed. “She can only throw us around.”

I studied the demon for a moment, and it stared back at me. I didn’t feel as afraid as I should. I had a nice bubble around me. A thought formed, and I paused to consider it. The demon continued to stare at me and started speaking again as I thought. I didn’t pay attention to what it was saying.

What if I could separate the demon and the soul inside? I could definitely feel the distinction between the two. Could I possibly do it? I reached out and tentatively felt the soul. It was definitely in one piece and seemed to be fine, minus the demon all around it.

I felt someone pull on my arm.

“Analina, you alright?” Sam asked.

I looked over. “I have an idea.”

“What do you mean, you have an idea?” Dean asked. It seemed fairly obvious what I was supposed to do: read the exorcism.

“Give me a minute,” I said. I didn’t actually wait for a response but took a step closer to the demon. The journal remained in my hand, even though I wasn’t going to use it—or didn’t think I was going to use it.

I found the soul inside and concentrated on it. I transferred some of my protective bubble—I should really think of a technical term for this—around it. The demon started to flip out, but I kept hold of the soul with my own energy. I slowly started to pull the soul away from the demon, using my repelling skills to help keep it away. I was so focused that I had no idea what was going on around me. Finally, I felt the demon release its grasp, and it flung itself out of the body. I stumbled backward from the pressure and, in turn, removed my protective bubble from the soul. The soul bounced and expanded inside the woman’s body.

“How did you do that?” Dean asked, pulling on my arm so that I faced him. Dean’s hand spread warmth up through my arm. Sam went to check on the woman. She seemed to be fine, just a little dazed.

“I’m not sure,” I mumbled. I felt a little weak, but not terribly bad. Dean’s hand grounded me. If I were to be honest with myself, I actually felt excited that it worked. “I sort of separated the soul from the demon.”

“You did what?” Dean blinked.

Sam helped the woman up. “Can someone help me, please?” he called. He started untying her. The woman was still pretty much out of it but otherwise didn’t seem to be harmed.

I replayed the moment in my mind. I had exorcised a demon without using words. Once the woman was taken care of, we went back to the Impala. I was questioned very thoroughly by both of them on how I accomplished such a task. Sam had been able to do that when he drank demon blood, but I didn’t need to. I technically had no idea how I did it. It was the first time I had actually done such a thing. It was similar to when I first met a demon. I assumed that I would learn more about it as I gained experience.

THE NEXT FEW TIMES WE CAME ACROSS A DEMON, I could tell if the person was still alive by feeling if they had a soul. I also eventually learned that I couldn’t exorcise the demon if the person was dead. The body had nothing to pull away from the demon. The soul was gone. The Ruby knife worked well in this case and saved more time. However, I could repel and sense demons regardless of whether the person’s body was alive or not.

Despite all the stuff I had learned about myself and how well we were working as a team, tempers still rose as a result of the looming apocalypse. We weren’t getting anywhere, and taking up regular cases wasn’t appeasing any of our minds. We had no idea how to stop the devil, and it seemed like we were running out of places to look.

We had stopped back at Bobby’s once again. We planned on staying for a few days to try and help Bobby figure out more with stopping Lucifer. I was upstairs putting a few things away. Downstairs, I could hear the beginnings of an argument, and I groaned internally. Who said women bicker all the time? They obviously never met these guys. After the height of the argument had settled, I started to go back down, hoping it was safer. As I came down, I heard the door slam. Bobby and Sam looked uncomfortable, but they were getting back into their books and papers. I went to the kitchen to get some water and noticed Dean outside.

I stepped outside as silently as I could. I didn’t quite catch what he was saying to himself. It almost seemed like he was… praying?

“Please… I can’t… I need some help. Please?”

After overhearing Dean outside, I knew he just needed to take a step back from things. Just for a day. He was tired and frustrated, and I could relate even though I hadn’t done this for anywhere near as long as he had. Even a short break from things could help.

I waited a moment before I walked over to him. I made sure I didn’t step as lightly as I usually did, so he could hear my approach and finish gathering himself. If I was going to help them stop the apocalypse, I would have to first help him. Quickly, an idea formed in my head. It wasn’t anything big, but small enough that it might just do the trick.

“Hey, I have a question for you,” I said as I came into view.

He straightened up and cleared his throat. “Oh, yeah?”

I didn’t look directly at him at first, making sure he was back in control.

“Tomorrow,” I started, “I was wondering if I could borrow you for a few hours.”

I caught him off guard.

“Borrow me? For what?” He turned fully to face me now. He appeared to be amused.

I decided to be honest—or mostly honest. “Just to help with this whole apocalypse thing.”

“What’s up?”

“I think we need a new perspective on things,” I answered. “Take a step back, breathe, and look at things again.”

He raised an eyebrow. I don’t think he completely understood what I was saying. As I had discovered, being direct with Dean usually worked best. And, I could be a direct person.

“What I mean is—I think we could both use a very short break from everything.”

He considered it for a moment. I could see in his eyes what he was probably thinking: that the idea of getting away from all this was appealing, but running out of time also weighed against it.

“I’m just saying a few hours, Dean.” I looked at him. “Sometimes when I take a step back and not think about something for a while, I get better ideas.”

He leaned against his car and thought while looking at the ground. When he looked back up, he was smiling. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

A date? I thought for a moment before shrugging. “If it makes you say yes, then sure.”

“Okay,” he replied and then added, “I love women who take charge like that.”

I unsuccessfully tried to hide my snickering. I started to go back toward the house.

“So what did you have in mind?” he called after me. “’Cause I could think of a few things.”

I was sure he could. I stopped. “No worries. I’ll plan everything… A date, huh?” And with that, I left him outside.

I could imagine what his “normal” dates were like, but I wanted to give him a day that was totally different—something that would make him too distracted to think about what was going on but comfortable enough to relax. I had told him that we would go out for the afternoon while Sam and Bobby worked at the house. They didn’t know it was a “date” per se, but rather that we were going out to work on the problem—probably by doing research of some sort. It wasn’t a complete lie.

By late morning, I had our day planned. It was going to be… well, corny in his eyes, but just so normal that it just might work. As far as the “date” perspective went, I didn’t really think of it as that. I felt very comfortable around Dean. It was just the two of us spending some time together. I was probably a little more excited about just taking a step back from all this apocalypse stuff.

Getting into the Impala, I sat in the front seat, which felt really weird after always riding in the back. It was like sitting in the backseat of my own car; it just never happened.

“So what’s the plan, captain?” Dean started the car.

“I have a few things planned. Turn right and go straight for a little while.” I had mapped out the places where I wanted to go last night.

“And you’re not going to tell me?”

“That would ruin the surprise,” I said with a smile. “I’ll give you a clue. It’s probably something you would never do in a million years.”

He arched an eyebrow and looked over at me. “Am I going to regret this?”

“It’s always a possibility,” I answered truthfully. “Just… go with it.”

He exaggerated a sigh. “I have a feeling I might be safer with the damn apocalypse.”

I laughed. Noticing where I was, I directed, “Turn left at the light and then, after two more lights, make a right.”

I studied him a moment. He actually looked a little apprehensive. “I’m not luring you to your demise. I would never intentionally kill you… especially not in public.”

“So we’re not going someplace intimate?”

“Not on a first date,” I replied smoothly.

The right side of his mouth twitched up a little. “When was the last time you were on a date?”

I thought back. “Um, it’s been a while.” Gee, when was the last time I went out on a date? I didn’t have too much experience in that department, nor was I really looking to date at the time. I didn’t like all the drama. The idea of falling in love was a whole lot nicer than actually trying to find it.

He chuckled.

“Sorry, but you’re not getting out of this,” I said.

“I’m driving,” he retorted. “And, I’m pretty sure I can get myself out of this if I wanted.”

“Hmm,” I thought. “Sam was definitely right.”

“What?”

“You are difficult. Fourth stop sign, make a left, and we’ll be almost there.”

He shook his head. Before he could reply, I said, “Don’t worry. I have lots of practice dealing with difficult people.”

He gave me a sour look and stopped at the third stop sign. “Are you going to tell me where we are going?”

“Yep, it’s just up ahead. I can see it from here.”

His green eyes scanned the different buildings—shops and food chains mostly. He came to the fourth stop sign.

I couldn’t help the grin that spread over my face at what he would think. This would be bad at first, and I knew it. I was ready, though.

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