What Can We Say, We're Classy Girls

Aoife wanted to reach out to her sister as she attempted to get her attention. She wanted to tell her just how scared she was—how tortured—how she felt like a captive in her own mind. How—without the warmth of her angel beside her any longer—she was vulnerable...alone...never to be pulled from the abyss that she was slowly sinking into.

"Ef...?" She could feel the bag of food being pried from her petite hands, "Ef?" Her sister's voice and deep blue orbs peering into hers gave her the strength to speak.
"Riley?" Her voice was weak. It cracked, shook, and wavered as tears bit at her eyes. She barely noticed that Riley's eyes grew unfocused and her eye lids began to droop. As Riley fell backwards, Aoife bolted out of the prison that seemed to encircle her and wrapped her arms around her, easing her to the floor.
"Rilez!" Aoife's hands quivered as a single tear trickled down her cheek, and Dean and Sam's bickering ceased.
Dean dropped beside Riley, opposite of Aoife. Aoife's swimmy, chocolate eyes held his hazel orbs long enough for a brief exchange. Riley got hurt, that much was certain. Worry laced Dean's eyes just as deeply as it did the petite, mahogany haired woman, but Sam—who stood across the room rather awkwardly—didn't seem to understand the slight panic in his own brown-hazel orbs.
"What happened?" Dean's voice was soft as he addressed Aoife, who seemed explosively on the verge of tears herself.
"I-I don't know..." Her cracking voice didn't rise above a whisper. "She talked to me and passed out...I-I just–" Aoife cut off, her mind muddling, making her words fumble and stutter. Her hand covered her forehead, massaging her temples as a tension-filled ache began to build.
Dean's hands raised soothingly, "It's alright...I guess I'll stay with her." He glanced at his brother spitefully, "You and Sam can go check out the house."
Aoife nodded, stroked Riley's cheek softly and walked to the bathroom to clean up, a feeling of dread filling her stomach.

Aoife put on a dazzling grim smile as she stared into the eyes of Conner's parents, her hand holding out a badge similar to Sam's stating she was an investigator. "Hello, my name is Lydia Jameson. My partner and I are here to investigate the crime scene," She motioned to Sam as she spoke.
Mrs. Miles stared hard into Aoife's eyes, a soft emptiness radiating through her own. "We are so sorry about your loss," Sam said, and just then, Aoife understood why Riley called him "Mr. Compassionate," "And if there's anything we can do—anything at all—let us know."
Aoife flashed a beautiful, consoling smile, and they couldn't resist the man and woman before them.

Aoife walked through the house...alone... Sam was sitting with the Miles' in the living room, asking them questions. So now, Aoife was on her own as she walked toward the child's room.
Her fingers lightly touched the door knob, instantly recoiling. Something evil had touched this place...evil... Aoife felt the hair on the back of her neck raise as fear bubbled in her stomach viciously. Her shaky, petite hand gripped the knob and twisted it, pushing the door open. A prickling began in her spine as she felt a darkness shadowing her. Darkness was flooding around her from both sides as she stepped over the door jamb.

Just like any other child's room, she thought. Decked out in stars and planets, a spaceship play tent stuck in the corner... White and black, overflowing toybox at the foot of the bed that sat in the center of the room...right beneath the window...
Such a youthful room, feeling so evil, but there was something else. A soft singing rang through her ears. How odd...she hadn't even used reveal to show the creature...a siren...the urge to move forward, mingling with the panging heart stuttering in her chest. This singing figure before her...it wanted her...
"Oh sweet, beautiful Aoife," The melodic voice chimed softly, "Come, your soul must be so–"

"No!" Aoife's eyes instantly fell on the figure of a small child. Conner Miles.
"You're–" She stopped, blinking a few times as if to make sure she really saw him.
The child's eyes darted behind her as he gulped. A feeling of dread filled in her stomach as he spoke, "What's that...?" His childish lisp took her off guard.
Aoife's stomach dropped to the ground, "You can see it..." It wasn't a question. It was a grim statement.
"What is it?" His lip lightly jutted out and his nose scrunched up in the way they would if he was thinking really hard.
"It's my nightmare..." She muttered. Part of her hoped he didn't just hear her...

Conner's eyes went to Aoife's face, "You know, you're real pretty..."
Aoife's cheeks tingled delicately, a feeling of warmth spreading through her. She could feel the anger behind her, and fear ripped up her spine savagely. "Oh no—" The danger this child would be in, were he alive and standing before her, slammed to the forefront of her mind.
"You're scared." Blunt, not a question, like Aoife's before it.
The mahogany haired woman's eyes turned back to the spirit of the little boy, "Yes..." She whispered. Just like any other child, he didn't seem to stay on track.
"Is your friend okay?" His eyes shined at her, innocent worry filling them, "I pushed her over and she hit her head real hard."
Aoife's head tilted curiously—attempting to ignore the tugging that pulled at her stomach, "You pushed Riley?" The boy nodded, "Was it the–"
"Why do you have that stuff mommy wears on your neck?" He was now in front of her, his spirit hands touching her neck. A cold feeling tingled her neck beneath his fingers.
"Oh-I-uh-" Aoife fumbled with the words to tell him, "I got hurt–"
"Was it by that thingy?" He pointed over her shoulder.

Her lips parted in retort, but no sound cam out. The child's lips drooped into a frown as the melodic voice began to fill the air. A chilling tingle rolled down her spine as the creatures anger stabbed into her. She doubled over in pain, letting out a pain-filled gasp.
"You gotta run!" Conner's voice was urgent in her ear, "Quick! Before the thing that made me dead comes back!"
Aoife's breath caught as her mind began to panic. Her heart pounded roughly in her chest harshly, her lungs aching as she gasped for air. She was all along...closed off from even the siren that tried to call her weakening spirit... She could feel the nightmare wrapping itself around her mind, locking her in an agonizing vice lock. Tension began to build in her temples, ravaging as it began to manifest itself as a headache. Loneliness crept up and settled itself deep in her stomach.
Why couldn't she breathe!?
Shapes and color began to spot her vision as Sam spoke, "Aoife? Who were you—Aoife!" Her knees buckled beneath her, his warm arms wrapping around her as her unconscious body fell limp.

Sam stared down at the petite mahogany haired woman's limp form in his arms, panic and worry ripping at his stomach.
Sam hears soft footsteps behind him and a sweet voice that spoke. "Is something wrong Mr. Gale?" The deep, large scar on the left side of her face still made Sam advert his eyes. Motherly concern flashed through her eyes as they landed on Aoife. "Is she alright?"
Sam racked his mind, "Yeah; unfortunately, she is prone to anxiety attacks when we're dealing with cases with children," Compassion curiosity trickled through her eyes, "She lost one too...in a way...It was her baby brother, so she's kind of sensitive." Sounded close enough...
"How horrible..." Mrs. Miles sighed.
"I tried urging the chief to pull her off this case, but he wouldn't listen...sorry," He smiles grimly, "Not trying to bore you or waste time..." I'd better get her home." He sighed, scooping her up into his arms—she was surprisingly light.
Mrs. Miles nodded and turned away, but not before Sam noticed the scar again.

Sam shoved open the motel door, the beautiful woman still cradled in his arms. Dean hopped up and Riley's face turned toward the door, her groggy, deep blue eyes alert.
Sam turned to them once he placed her on a bed, "We either need to never leave her side or keep her here and under supervision."
Riley stumbled across the room and sat next to her, "What—"
"I don't know...I think something happened in Conner's room. Maybe the creature attached her..."
"Or the two of 'em double teamed her..." Riley muttered spitefully. Dean deemed deep in thought, so he didn't offer an input.
Riley shook her head, "I'll handle this one on my own."

"No." Dean barked firmly, "Between the two of you, we can't leave you alone at all. And I am damn-for-sure not letting you do it alone when it almost bested you once."
"You two can't stop bickering long enough, and Aoife's out of it, so it–"
"Damn it Riley—you are not going in alone!" Dean growled.
"Dean, you don't have to be such a–"
"Don't start!" Riley shouted, "Dean, Sam, either you call Cas or stay, then you can do whatever 'cause she's not staying alone, but I am moving on." She stated firmly, kissing Aoife's forehead and walking out.

"Dean, call Cas." Sam and Dean exchanged a grim look before glancing back at the door Riley just closed.