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The Winchesters and Sera face a vengeful child spirit whose doll holds her last remains. Can Dean burn the doll in time?

Rating: PG-13
Contains:   For suspenseful supernatural peril, mild violence, emotional intensity

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO:  
Didn’t See That Coming

SERA INSISTED ON COMING WITH US to Isaiah’s grave that evening. While we waited for the sun to set, Sam and Sera took a walk. Dean and I hung back at the motel.

“He needs to let up a bit,” Dean said about Sam.

“I think he’s just worried,” I replied. “As I recall, you had a similar reaction when you first realized you loved me.”

He glanced over at me for a moment before settling down at the table beside me. He couldn’t deny it.

“Sam’s just a little scared,” I added. “He’d rather hurt himself than risk someone else getting hurt.”

“Yeah, but Sera’s not exactly a normal girl.” He paused. “What is it with him and his choice of non-human women?”

“I thought Jessica was human.”

“Well, she was. I guess. But there was that werewolf… and we’re not even going to mention Ruby,” he said with an eye roll.

“Werewolf? Really?” I said. I’d never heard that story.

“Don’t ask. It didn’t end well.”

“Okay,” I said slowly. “But those were more like the bad guys. I don’t think Sera is one of those.”

Dean admitted, “Neither do I.”

“But he also doesn’t know she’s part angel,” I said. “Being part angel is good and bad. Good in that she’d probably last longer than his other girlfriends. Plus, she can heal herself from supernatural attacks.”

I paused, thinking it wouldn’t be too terrible if she stuck around—especially with Cas busy.

Dean noticed I’d stopped talking. “The bad?”

“The bad is that she’s hiding from angels. We tend to attract a few of those in our line of work.”

We didn’t get much further into the conversation because Sam and Sera walked back in. The sun had nearly set, and we got ready to head out to the cemetery. No incident occurred while burning Isaiah’s bones. Sera was getting better at handling the weird parts of our job. Of course, this was the fourth graveyard we’d visited in one day. That might have helped.

TO BE SAFE, we decided to stop back at Evelyn’s house and burn the painting. This time, it should stay burned. Once we pulled up, Sam got out of the car.

“Keep the motor running,” he told Dean.

“I thought the painting was harmless now?” Sera asked.

“Better safe than sorry,” Sam replied.

Sera got out of the backseat. “I’m going with you.”

Dean and I shared a quick look.

“You sure?” Sam asked.

“Yeah,” she said, shutting the door and heading up to the porch.

“Hey! Hey, hey,” Dean called after him. “We’ll stay here. You go make your move.”

Sam scoffed and continued to the front door. I climbed into the passenger seat next to Dean. He reached for the radio and turned on a sappy love ballad. I slapped his hand away and shut it off. Sam glanced back at us for a moment.

“Stop that,” I said to Dean. He just smirked.

“We really should stick around a few more days,” he said, watching Sam and Sera enter the house. “He could use the distraction.”

“They do like each other,” I admitted. A blind man could see the chemistry between them.

Suddenly, a blast of cold air rushed out of the house. Dean turned to me. “That doesn’t feel good.”

We jumped out of the car just as the front door slammed shut.

Dean shoved his shoulder against the door. It didn’t budge. We heard Sam on the other side.

“Dean! Hey! Is that you?” he called through the thick wood.

“Sammy, you all right?” Dean shouted back. His phone rang. He answered. “Tell me you slammed the front door.”

If a ghost was inside making its move, that probably meant the ghost wasn’t Isaiah.

“Girl? What girl?” Dean shouted into the phone, still trying to force the door. “Wasn’t the dad looking down at her? Maybe he was trying to warn us.”

Dean stopped pushing and pulled out his lock picks. “I’m trying to pick the lock. The door won’t budge… Well, you’ll have to hold off until I figure something out. Get some salt or iron.”

I heard Sam’s footsteps rush away from the door.

“Dean, I can try to get the door open, but it won’t do much good unless we can stop the little girl,” I said. The ghost felt strong. Very unstable. She wouldn’t cross over on her own. “Her body was cremated—no bones to burn.”

“There has to be something of hers left behind,” Dean agreed. He turned away, still on the phone. “Sammy, you okay?”

“I know, but how are we going to waste her?” he asked. I could hear a rush of voices on the other end. “The mausoleum!”

I tried pushing my energy inside to help Sam and Sera. I felt the ghost pull away but circle back. I needed to be closer if I was going to get any sort of control to block it.

Dean ended the call. “The doll at the mausoleum must be made with the girl’s hair. We have to torch it.”

He sprinted toward the car. I followed.

“Go. I’ll try to help them keep the ghost at bay until you get back.”

He paused at the car door. “What?”

“I can help hold it off,” I repeated. I couldn’t get rid of the little girl, but I could slow her down.

Dean hesitated.

“Go, Dean.”

I turned back to the house. Behind me, Dean didn’t move.

“Hurry!” I urged.

Then I raced up the porch steps. I focused my energy on distracting the ghost and pushed against the door. It slowly started to open. I felt Dean’s energy collide into mine. That did it. I couldn’t fully get the door open—it was like at the convention. As I slipped inside, I heard the Impala roar off down the street.

I MADE IT THROUGH THE DOORWAY and headed straight to the living room, where I heard Sera call out to Sam. I arrived just as Sam was getting up from being knocked over by a cupboard. Sera stood face to face with the little girl, her eyes wide with terror.

I projected my energy outward, shocving the ghost away. She fizzled and retreated slightly. Her crazed eyes widened a fraction as she saw me. She furrowed her brows and disappeared for a moment. I raced to Sera’s side as Sam joined me.

“How did you do that?” Sera asked.

“It’s a gift,” I replied with a slight smile.

The ghost materialized again across the room, dragging her doll by the hair. Sam held an iron poker at her.

“Can you stop the ghost?” Sera asked.

“Not this kind. Dean’s off to burn the rest of her remains. That’s the only way to get rid of her.”

The ghost flickered in and out. She appeared a few feet from us. Sam swung at her, and she vanished again.

Her energy pulsed, erratically building. Sam stepped forward, placing himself between us and the ghost. She retaliated, flinging him into a shelf. Then she turned to me. She tried the same attack, but I managed to block part of it. I stumbled backward.

The girl raised her razor and came at me again. I blocked the projected energy, but the force threw me into a chair. I flipped over it, knocking my head in the process. My vision blurred, and I blinked to clear the haze.

When I looked back up, the ghost was approaching Sera.

Sam scrambled to his feet. “No!” he yelled as the ghost raised the razor above her long dark banana curls.

Suddenly, the ghost stopped—and burst into flames before disappearing. The air grew warmer.

I slumped back in relief, aware of a trickle of blood on my cheek. Sam and Sera stared at each other for a moment. Sam slid down beside her as his phone rang.

It had to be Dean. All Sam said was, “Not bad.”

He put the phone away. “Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah,” she answered. Then she peered over at me. “Oh!”

Sam followed her gaze and saw me. A flicker of surprise crossed his face. “Analina—”

“It’s okay,” I said, sitting upright and holding up a hand. “I’m fine. No concussion or anything.”

He relaxed a little. Sera moved over to me. She grabbed a blanket from the arm of the sofa and dabbed my head. Within moments, I felt warmth spread from my head down to my toes, then fade. The warmth lingered where the cut had been. A faint light glowed.

Sera had healed me.

“Thanks,” I mumbled, a little surprised.

I looked at Sam, who stared at us in shock.

“What the…?” he started.

Sera looked up at him. “I guess we both have some secrets about our lives.” She paused. He didn’t say anything. He was still looking at me—calm as a cucumber.

Sera continued, “I have something I want to talk to you about, Sam.”

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