Dean explained his plan to us, and I must admit it was a good one but also risky. He wanted him and Sam to astral project into the other side. They were going to leave their physical bodies, and wander the spirit world to find the reaper. He also wanted Pamela to do the spell to send their spirits somewhere over the rainbow. I would have done it but didn't feel like outing myself. They also didn't want me to join them in this, 'too risky' so they say. However, it did let Sam and I have some alone time.

"So, is lying to Dean always on the table for you?" I piped up finally, bringing his attention out of the book he was given. But he gave me this gormless look, like he had no idea what I was talking about. "The way you flew Alastair all the way over, with a simple flick," Sam's eyes widened in surprise, that I shouldn't have known that information.

"I thought you blacked out," Sam replied, but he couldn't find a way to make his defense believable.

"Would it have been easier for you? For me not to know what you did?" I pondered the questions to him, but he remained quiet, not wanting to answer. "I have a sense for evil Sam... And you radiated it," he seemed shocked with my words, but it also hurt him, I could see it clear as day on his face. Even from a few inches away from him, as we sat opposite of beds.

"I'm not," his voice was low and husky, and he believed it so much. "I'm not evil," he repeated his words, wanting to believe them so badly, but there was surely doubt in his mind.

"Whatever makes you sleep at night," I replied, casting my eyes from him. Suddenly a knock at the door brought Sam out of his trance, and made him rush towards it. Opening it up to see Pamela and Dean.

"I can't even begin to tell you how crazy you two are," Pamela states entering the motel room, feeling the counter as she goes along.

"Well, Pamela, you're a sight for sore eyes," Sam responded, not clearly thinking after our little talk. Pamela felt the wooden chair under her fingertips, but only chuckled at Sam's comment.

"Aw, that's sweet. Grumpy," she states as she pulled down her sunglasses to show the plastic eyeballs that were simply white. "What do you say to deaf people?" She remarks, placing the glasses back onto the bridge of her nose. "Which one of you brainiacs, came up with astral projection?" Pamela was pissed.

"Take a wild guess," I remarked, leaning back on the bed with my arms extended.

"Yo," Dean replied after a moment, admitting it was his idea.

"Of course. Chachi... So, let's be clear -- you want to rip your souls out of your bodies, and take a little stroll through the spirit world?" Pamela asked, coming over to lean on the frame at the end of the bed. Dean let out a 'mm-hmm' as that was what he wanted to do. "Do you have any idea how heavy-duty insane that is?" Pamela wasn't pleased with Dean at this moment in time.

"Maybe, but that's where the reaper is, so..."

"So, it's nuts," Pamela jumped to the end of Dean's sentence.

"Not if you know what you're doing," he retorted.

"You don't know what you're doing,"

"Not, but you do," Dean had the utmost faith in Pamela and her abilities to do this. If they really wanted, I could say a spell right now and they would drop like flies and be there. Or option two, kill them.

"Yeah, I do. And guess what? I'm sick of being hauled back into your Angel-Demon soc-greaser crap," Pamela spoke her mind, and I dig that. She's a very fierce woman, and if you got on the wrong side of her. Boy, you would be in trouble.

"Look, I'd love to be kicking back with a cold one, watching 'Judge Judy' too-"

"Nice. More blind jokes?" Pamela retorted.

"You know what I mean... We're talking the end of the world here, ok? No more tasseled leather pants, no more ramones CDs, no more nothing," Dean took a few steps forward, his eyes locked on Pamela, though she couldn't see him, she knew he was looking right at her. "We need your help," Dean was plain, and couldn't be more blunt. Pamela shook her head softly, knowing that she would regret this later on. But she agreed, and told us what to do. Candles were lit around the room, the curtains being drawn by Sam, as Pamela sat on the wooden chair at the end of the beds.

"Tell me something, geniuses. even if you do break into the veil, and you find the reaper, how you gonna save it?" Pamela had a point, they wouldn't be able to do anything as spirits.

"With style and class," Dean replied, extending his arms out, but Pamela didn't see.

"You're gonna be two walking pieces of fog, you can't touch or move anything. You'll be defenseless, hotshot,"

"I seem to recall a bunch of Ghosts beating the crap out of us," Sam added into the mix.

"They had decades to practice," I replied, Dean and Sam's eyes landed on me.

"Well, then, I guess we got to start cramming," Dean was optimistic about his chances, and that they could achieve what Ghosts had done for centuries.

"Wow, couple of heroes. All right... Lie down," Pamela patted both beds, as she was in between them. "Close your eyes," the boys did what Pamela asked, and they settled into their respectable beds, closed their eyes, and drifted into sleep.

"Animum vult decipi, ergo decipiatur. Vis, vis, vis," Pamela said the incantation. I have the ability to see hidden supernatural things, and Ghosts is one of them, but for now, we're keeping that on the downlow. "Ok, guys. That's it. Showtime," Pamela spoke to the room, hoping that they were still here. I can confirm that, as I sense their presence. "All right, so, I'm assuming you're somewhere over the rainbow. Remember, I have to bring you back," Pamela rose from the chair, and guided herself over to Sam. "I'll whisper the incantation in your ear," she leans down, and whispers into Sam's ear, and it made me chuckle to myself.

"No feeling anyone up... Dean," my voice soared through the air. The comment was aimed directly at Dean, as I knew what he was like. Their presence faded from the room, meaning Pamela and I were alone. "Care to do a hand-reading?" I remarked, my eyes casting to Pamela, who only chuckled at my comment.

"I see why Dean likes you," Pamela responded, making me arch my eyebrow up, intrigued with her reply.

"My sparkly personality? Or I'm just so gorgeous to look at," I was smug in my statement, but Pamela hasn't really 'seen' me.

"Are you adding to the blind jokes too?" She remarks, softly laughing to herself. "You know I sense more, these boys really do have a thing for you. They trust you, even look up to you," I scoffed at her comment, the Winchester men did no such thing.

"Funny how they show that trust," I was bitter in my reply. "After this case, it doesn't matter what they think. I'll be out of their hair-"

"But you don't want to be," Pamela cuts into my sentence, cutting me off. "I might be blind but I ain't stupid," I took a few steps to Pamela, coming to the side of her. "Deep down you want nothing more to stay with them," Pamela twisted her head to the right and up slightly, to meet my gaze. What she was saying true? I didn't even know my true feelings about these boys. They were a means to an end, they were my ticket to survival. But was there something deeper that I could not see?

"Soon they won't trust me at all," my voice was low, and barely audible, but Pamela caught the words that lingered in the air. Her expression stretched into confusion, not sure what I was on about. "Betrayal is a funny thing," I blinked once, and my eyes went to their black abyss, but the feeling that radiates off of me hit Pamela like a stench. Her expression widened into shock, and fear and she tried to stand, but she could not. "Sweet Pamela, even your six sense could not sense this," I laughed at the end of my statement, blinking once as my eyes returned to normal. coming around the chair, and standing in front of her.

"Get out of her!" Pamela spat, feeling the Demon within.

"Maybe this charade has gone on long enough," my real British voice came out to play, and the fake American accent dropped like a drop of a coin. "It's another way of life over the pond. Kind of refreshing," Pamela couldn't believe the change in tone of voice, it was like she was speaking to someone else.

"What do you want?!" Pamela states, trying to act tough in this situation.

"First off, I would like a person to see me, to take me all in," I leaned forward, clutching her sunglasses and pulling them free from her face, to see those prosthetic eyes.

"All you getting is the blind lady," Pamela spoke through gritted teeth.

"Not for long," I was smug in my reply, and she could tell. I threw the sunglasses to the side, and brought my left hand over her 'fake' eyes, and began to mumble an incantation under my breath, as my hand slowly went over her eyes. With my hand finally reached the end, I reclined back up right, and she squinted her eyes as she was adjusting to something. Within a second, she fluttered her eyes open, and she adjusted her gaze upon me.

"My eyesight," she choked out the words, cocking her head around the room, seeing what she was in. "How? Who are you?!" She brought her greeny-hazel eyes back to meet min brown ones.

"Powerful. To do something like restoring one's sight," I spoke the truth, low level Demons wish they could do something like that. "But let's not focus on the wrong thing here. You were right... My - feelings , as they were, are conflicted with the job I'm supposed to do," I announced to Pamela.

"And what would that be?" Pamela spoke, eyeing me up with daggers.

"Careful sweetie, keep eyeing me up like that. Your eyesight won't be the only thing you'll lose," I threatened her, as I crossed my arms over my chest. "There's powerful forces at play, and we're pawns in their game. And one day soon I will have to reveal myself to them," my head cast to either side, to look briefly at the Winchester men.

"You don't want to," I brought my eyes back to Pamela who made a wild connection. "You've grown to care for them," it was a wild speculation, and it didn't sit well with me. I strode forward in a blink of an eye and came inches from her face.

"In this line of work, it gets you killed quicker," I spat angrily at her. "It was nice talking to you Pamela," I remarked, coming back to my upright position. "But it's time for things to go back to what they were," her eyes widened knowing what I meant, she struggled against the chair but she could not move. I waved my right hand over her eyes in a quick motion, her eyes returned back to their prosthetic colorless eyes. "Knowledge is power, and the knowledge you just learned will not leave your lips. Until we meet again Pamela," I spoke with conviction, before snapping my thumb and index finger together. Revealing myself to Pamela was just my way to let loose, being thought of as a 'Hunter' , a good one at that. It was time to find Alastair and see what was really going on...

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