I remember the smell as I walked into the sick room, we call it that, but it’s más correctly a war casualties room, it eperlano like cauterized flesh, and feces, no matter how hard we scrubbed it, it still withheld the scent, poor Judy had stay in there, she was the one that had to tend the wounded, but she did it brilliantly, she was the type of women that would make tu glad that tu were hurt, just so tu could lie there and stare at her the whole time, she had waist length honey colored hair, that she pulled up into a bun, her waist was slim, and the rest of her was equally petit, she is maybe 4 years older than I am, but it’s never stopped us being together, never a relationship, just good ol’ tension relieving. She stood up as soon as I walked in,
“whata’ we have here?” I placed Ella on the bed, she looked peaceful,
“Her name is Ella, I think its exhaustion, a slice of malnourishment, and infected wounds, I have no idea how she was even walking” I gestured to the gash on her forearm,
“she’s got another on her thigh” Judy nodded, and quickly took of the Velcro cuchillo holder Ella had strapped around her thigh so that she could get her pants of, the denim clung to the wound, as it had obviously started healing, and fused itself to the material, as Judy peeled it away Ella twinged and her eyes opened, she gasped as the jeans came away, taking a good amount of scab with it, causing the septic wound to start bleeding and oozing, I took her hand,
“Judy’s gentle don’t worry” I said, but after the cleaning, and about half way through the stitches she passed out again, and I was left holding a limp hand, Judy finished up quickly, it was easier when the subject didn’t squirm,
“look, I’m gunna’ take her and get her washed, and those jeans definitely need I clean, I’ll put her in the bunks once I’ve done, look for her then” I nodded, it was private time, boys weren’t allowed in the girls showers, I helped Judy carry Ella through the door, then it was her job, and I could finally get out of the putrid sick room.
The clean air washed over me and I inhaled it readily, I looked up the hall to where I knew Will would be standing, but I really couldn’t be bothered with that conversation right now, as much as I loved my best friend, I knew that he would ask extremely inappropriate question, and was probably already dean set on getting into the new girls pants, Will is a ladies’ man, but he always has been, he is two years older than me and we have been in this very sanctionition house together since we were both infants, his mother was a hunter to, Joanna harvelle, and if the gospel is correct, then she knew my father, so really even before we were born we knew each other. Growing up he always took care of me, cheered me up when I was upset, but with a face like his, who wouldn’t be cheered up, he has bright red hair, and a smattering of freckles, he has an easy smile, but a stature that says ‘don’t mess with me’ , slightly shorter than me, but infinitely más muscled, often in my life I have tried to become as muscled as him, but it just doesn’t work, it’s not that I’m not built, because I am, from what I have seen of my father I look a lot like him, same brown hair, same facial features, same green eyes, roughly the same height and shape, the only difference was that having lived under clouds for the majority of my life I am a lot paler, and thinner due to the fact that burger house are a nonexistent occurrence, and I live of broth and salted meat. The light above me flickered, if I was anywhere else I would be worried, lights flickering inexplicably is never good, but these ones flickered because the system was run of rechargeable batteries, I sometimes wonder what technology would be like now if the apocalypse hadn’t happened, considering how fast developments had been happening before, but one thing is sure, humanity has really been put on pause, if we survive this it will be like a new beginning.
My thoughts had carried me to the vault, the room at the very bottom of the shelter, that held all the libros and records, charms, supernatural supplies, guns, and other various weapons, I seated myself at one of the many desks that were scattered around the large circular room, it was only about 7 but I felt abnormally tired, going with the feeling I lay my head down against cold wood and started to drift towards blissful unconsciousness, the light above me started to flicker, I thought nothing of it until I felt a cold rush of air, and what was perhaps the sound of wings, my eyes flew open and I scoped the room, I knew there was someone here, but I couldn’t see them, reaching to my right I groped for the cuchillo I had seen before, one of the many we had that could kill demons, upon finding it I held it in front of my poised for attack, a deep stoic voice came from a dark corner,
“Are tu really going to stab me koyle” from the shadows stepped a familiar figure, I should have known who it was from the sound of his voice, I had heard it many times before,
“castiel, what are tu doing here” I sat back down, relaxing my grip on the cuchillo and letting it fall to the table, throughout my childhood castiel had kept a close eye on me, visiting me every other week, always with information o things for me to learn,
“I have something for you” he answered, I looked puzzled, he had never had something for me though, he held out his hand, letting a golden pendent on a piece of leather fall down but still holding it por the knot so it stayed dangling in front of me,
“What is it?” I asked, maybe it was a protection charm, I couldn’t see it very well from where I was sitting,
“it was your fathers, I thought it appropriate to give it to you” he walked adelante, hacia adelante and dropped it into my hand, on closer inspection I saw that it was in fact the same collar that I had seen my father wear and all my visions of him, quietly I thanked him, out of habit, truth was at that moment I didn’t really know what to say, less than a día hace dean Winchester had been wearing this, he had been fighting, and then died with it still wrapped around his neck, and all signs pointed towards me bearing the same fate, I looked up at castiel, who was watching me thoughtfully,
“cas, can I win this?” his brow furrowed as he considered my statement,
“nothing is set in stone koyle, but I feel that this has been your destiny for a long time, I do feel pity that it is tu that has to oso, oso de it, but we must all oso, oso de our own fates, there is no stopping what will be” and with that he was gone, leaving nothing but meaningless words and a gust of wind, I looked down and the necklace, this was my destiny, just like my dad, I held it up and slid it over my head, it fell to my chest and I looked down at it thoughtfully, just like my dad.