Status: More interesting than it sounds...

What Can We Say, We're Classy Girls

007: Riley ~ The Oldest

Riley ran a hand through Aoife's, holding her soul sister close to her side. Castiel stood in the corner of the room by the t.v., his unearthly blue eyes trained on Aoife. Riley's eyes watched dean pace back and forth across the room.
"Explain to us again what this horrible, dark, evil thing is exactly and why it's here," Dean paused his pacing long enough to give Riley a strange look, "because I can't quite wrap my mind around it."

Riley took a shuddering breath, released it, then frowned. She tried her best to explain it. It wasn't like it was her creature, "We're witches," Dean's upper lip trembled in a sneer, "but we're not the kind of witches you're used to, we—"
"You guys are mixed witches. You're powerful and super dangerous, but you have humanity." Sam announced, walking from the bathroom. He put his gun on the extra bed in the room. Riley smiled sweetly and nodded.
"Exactly, so because of that humanity, certain things we do can...hurt us," she ran a soothing hand down Aoife's back. She buried her face into the blue-eyed girls side, "when Aoife was younger, she was scared easily. Things frightened her no matter what Oliver, her mom, or dad did. There is something 'Mixed Witches' can do, it's a piece of our power that is amplified when we are children, where we create things, people—creatures from our subconscious. It starts out as nothing, just a—uh—small addition that we'd created, but...if it's fed—uh—given power; fuel, then it grows. like I said a bit ago, Aoife got scared easily, because of that fear, a creature was created."

Dead silence filled the air around the hunters and their Angel. It felt like an axe was looming above their heads, mocking them, telling them that if they even breathe, it would fall. Riley looked up from Aoife, and her eyes caught Dean's. He gave her a curt nod and sat down on the opposite bed. He reached forward and touched Aoife's calf. Aoife shivered then lifted her hear up to look at the room. Her chocolate eyes were red from tears, face puffy, and a dull look told Riley that her friend was still terrified.
Taking a deep breath, she continued explained. "We were too young to really be able to do anything about it. Two five-year-olds weren't able to fight a butterfly yet alone a creature. It didn't help that it was a creature morphed from Aoife's mind. It was completely subconscious, yet all too real, and we didn't know how to get rid of it. Aoife's mom and dad...I think they had an idea about how to get rid of it. They did for a small time, the only problem was that we ignored it—or really—left it be, so it was given time to get strong. Normally something we create goes away or just stays neutral, but this thing—"
Riley squeezed her eyes shut. Memories from that night twenty-two years ago ripped through her mind. She saw Aoife's mom and dad, Gramma and Joe, and their friend Ellis fighting it. She saw Mr. Nicklin being attacked, saw blood paint the walls and heard his screams fill her ears. A warm arm wrapped around her shoulder and her left side press against a strong body.
Her deep blue eyes glanced up at Sam's green ones. He gave Riley a sympathetic smile and squeezed her shoulder, "Go on." He whispered.
"I don't know for sure why it's back, but I think it is because...Something has been off about Aoife." She looked down at her friend. Aoife's red rimmed eyes were staring into the unearthly Castiel's. Her soft pink lips were frowning, and she was trembling against Riley's side.

"I do not believe it has anything to do with something wrong with Aoife," Castiel's gruff voice broke the haze around the hunters. Riley, Sam, and Dean turned to the Angel, giant question marks clear on their faces. The Angel said nothing else.
"Come on winged wonder, spit out what you think it is." Dean said.
Castiel gave him a stoic look and then looked back at Riley, "I believe it is here due to this town."
Dumbstruck is what Riley felt at Castiel's words. The Angel disappeared before Riley could speak, so she opted for staring at the t.v.. Her reflection stared back. A messy haired woman with a cut below her left eye and circles so dark she looked like ill imprinted her skin. She closed her eyes and focused on the warmth Sam's arm was giving her. She wanted so badly to cuddle into the warmth but a nagging feeling dug into her mind. It pulled her from her false comfort and made her jump.

Aoife was up too, her eyes just as wide as Riley knew her own were. The brothers looked at the witches, both of them on red alert. The soul sisters looked around the room. The axe was back...This time Riley could feel its sharp blade in her chest.
"Strength!" Riley yelled, her left hand rising in the air. a warm bubble filled the room and the axe ceased its haunting ways. Riley looked down at Aoife with a determined look on her face.
"Ef, love, I know your rattled and I can understand why. Right now, I need you to calm down. I can't feel it like you can, but I can sense something evil trying to return."
Aoife furrowed her brow, then sighed loudly, "You're right, sorry Rilez."
"It's okay, look, we all need to get some sleep."

Sam stood from the bed and made his way out of the room, Dean following him. Once the Winchesters were gone, Riley changed into a comfy pair of pajama bottoms and black tank top. Pulling a brush through her hair, she rethought what just happened. The creature from Aoife's past was back. The very creature that nearly killed her and her parents. Aoife was strong, but this was something that could easily break her. This...this could nearly kill her, and then where would Riley be.
"Stuck in a world with nothing to say," That's what Gramma would tell her. Riley couldn't lose Aoife, not this way. They'll fight this. Just like everything else that threatened them.

Two hours later...

A cold sweat drenched Riley and caused her clothes to stick to her uncomfortably. She swung her legs over the edge of the bead and put her head in her hands. This wasn't even her creature, yet it felt like it was tormenting her along with Aoife.
Looking over her shoulder at her best friend, she saw Aoife curled into a ball in her bed. The blankets pulled tight around her body and her head barely poking out from beneath it. Riley lifted off the bed and grabbed her converse. She made her way to the door, silently opened it, then stepped out. The night sky was starless and a low breeze lifted her white/blonde hair off her shoulders.
Slipping her shoes on, she walked toward her beloved Mustang. Happiness digging its way into her heart at the sight of her most cherished possession. She slid her hand across the red paint and recalled when Uncle Joe surprised her with it for her birthday. It was one of the most awesome days in her life and she never thought she'd have that feeling again. She was right.
Opening the car door, she slid into the passenger seat, lifted her feet onto the dash, and rested her head on the seat. She always felt at home in the only sanity she had on the road. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself a false sense of comfort and protection

"Where's your jacket young lady?" Riley nearly screamed as Dean slid into the car.
Glaring at the hunter, she re-positioned herself. Her feet dropped to the floor of the car, arms crossed over her chest and her deep blue eyes narrowed. Dean just smiled a sparkling smile and leaned back in the seat. His hands folded behind his head, and his eyes shined with amusement at the witch.
"What. Do. You. Want!?" Riley seethed at the Winchester. Dean gave her a sideways look that told her that he wasn't going to respond. "Look, I just want to be left alone, okay?" She hated that her voice sounded hurt and weak. No one could blame her for it, and if they did, those sons of bitches better start running.
A warm hand touched her thigh. She looked at it and bit her lip. Dean's calloused hand gave her unwanted strength and sent a chill up her spine. "I know what you mean." He moved his body to leave the car. Riley's hand shot out before she could think and grabbed Dean's shoulder. He peered back at her with a raised eyebrow. Riley slid her hand down to Dean's and grabbed it, "Stay." She frowned.
Dean leaned back in the seat and gave Riley a small smile. He intertwined their fingers and placed their hands on the console between them. Riley looked from their hands to Dean, his hazel eyes caught hers and she blushed. They both lie back after a heartbeat, their hands still held together so tight that they shook.
Both of them were the oldest, both of them were the most reserved, and even if they will never admit it, they both need each other more.
"Tell anyone and I'll kill you." Riley told Dean with a small smile. Dean smiled too and laughed before closing his eyes and, for once, relaxing.
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This is a chapter where there are many hints about what is to come. It explains some of their power, and some of their past. Yes, Aoife might seem bat-shit crazy after this chapter, but everyone has been a child scared of the dark at some point in their lives... I would be the one with a character whose subconscious tries to kill her... (Funsize)