The Life and Death of a Psychic Waitress

Chapter 10

I smiled at him. “Sounds great.” I told him, taking the wrapped food from him. “Fries?”

He pulled one out and handed it to me. I nodded my thanks and we ate in silence.

Then the planning started. We knew the prophecy; A child is born under the full moon where there lays three thousand dead and then five more. We knew the location; Gettysburg National Cemetery. And we knew it had to be during the full moon.

When Dean was apparently finished with his dirty deed, him and Benny came back to our room. Sam was typing away at the computer and I was reading through pregnancy books.

“Somethin’ you wanna tell me?” Dean asked.

I didn’t even look up from my book; knowing this comment was coming. “If we find the girl and get her out of the cemetery, what happens if we can’t get to the hospital in time? You sure as hell won’t be delivering a baby.”

Dean got a grossed out look on his face and shuddered. “Definitely not.”

“So being as I’m the girl,” I said, giving Dean a pointed look. “I figured I’d probably get suckered into it anyway. I was just getting a head start.” I told him.

Benny and Dean pulled up a chair and picked a book. Dean decided on try to find a way to kill Crowley; while Benny started in on a book involving the history of Gettysburg and the general layout of the cemetery.

After nearly an hour of going through natural birthing books, I groaned, tossed the one I was reading away from me and laid back on the bed, covering my face. “Remind me not to have kids.” I groaned through my hands.

“What are you complaining about?” Dean asked, glancing over at me.

“I could guide you through the entire birthing process right now over the phone without looking at a book. And the pictures…” I trailed off, painfully. “The pictures are terrifying.”

“We’ll take your word.” I heard Sam say from the desk he hadn’t left in an hour.

“Do I even have to say how much I really do not want to be the one to deliver a kid?” I said to no one in particular.

Someone in the room turned on the radio and ‘I can’t fight this feeling anymore’ started playing as another song ended.

Dean groaned. “REO?”

“Damn straight REO.” I called back from my place on the bed.

“Dance with me?” Benny asked from somewhere above me.

I uncovered my face to see him leaning over a little, holding out his hand. I didn’t even have to think about it. I set my hand in his and he pulled me to my feet. “I don’t dance very well.”

“I don’t mind none.” He told me with a smile.

“Oh my god. Are you serious?” Dean asked.

I turned to him to say something, but I saw the look Sam had on his face. Oh, he had his sassy pants on. Sammy to the recuse!

“Dean. I walked in on you and a pair of twins doing things that should have had a consent form. I saw that. With my eyes. You can let them dance.” Sam told him, giving him a pointed look.

Dean wanted to argue, but he left it fall; grumpily going back to his book.

Benny led well and I followed alright. He held me close and I smiled. All of the sudden, he spun me and I laughed at the action. I didn’t know why, but he made me laugh. He spun me once more before he dipped me and I couldn’t help but grin like an idiot. When he stood me upright, I really didn’t care if I had to deliver a baby on the side of the road somewhere; Benny was there right then and nothing else mattered.

“You dance pretty well, Mr. LaFitte.” I told him, still smiling.

“You don’t do too badly yourself, Miss Scarlett.” He said, in his true southern gentleman ways.

I blushed ever so slightly at his use of my name. Why did Sam and Dean have to be here?! I coughed, trying to cover my face. “So are we good? Do we have a plan?” I asked, turning back towards the guys before I jumped Benny.

“Yeah. When we get to the cemetery, we’ll split up to try and find Crowley. We’ll have to distract him somehow from the girl while we get her out of there as fast as possible.” Sam said.

“So what’s our distraction?” I asked.

Dean and Sam shared a look that I didn’t like being on a receiving end of.

“Oh. I’m not gonna like this. I’m so not gonna like this.” I said, glancing at Benny to see if I had some backup.

“You trade yourself for the girl.” Dean said, giving me that look that just dared me to defy him.

“I’m not so sure that’s a plan, Dean.” Benny said, trying to save me.

“It’s not like we’re gonna let him get you.” Sam said and I knew he meant it. “We just need you to be the distraction.”

I groaned. “I hate being bait.”

“Suck it up sweet cheeks.” Dean said with a fake smile.

“And what happens if he really does catch me and stash me away until all the other seals are broken and then he kills me?” I asked.

The looks on their faces said they obviously hadn’t gotten that far.

I threw up my hands and grabbed my purse. I pulled open the door and closed it behind me. I walked down the road until the motel was out of view and stopped, pulling my pack of cigarettes out and lighting one up. I took a long drag and blew it out, waiting for the nicotine to enter my system.

“Thought you quit.” Dean’s voice said to me.

I shrugged, not turning to face him. “I tried, and then I got lonely. It’s something to do with my hands.”

Dean moved so he was in my line of view. “We’ll figure this out.”

I wanted to fight with him, to argue and yell and scream. But I didn’t. I took another long drag to keep myself from opening my mouth.

“I promise.” He said again.

“You’re lying.” I said with a laugh I couldn’t contain. “I’m going to die and this is going to be my legacy. A pack of cigarettes and a tweaked truck.” I said with a shake of my head.

“Scar-“ Dean started, but I cut him off.

“No. I’m going to walk around. I’ll come back later.” I told him, dropping the filter and stepping on it to make sure it went out.

“What if you get hurt?” Dean asked.

“Well, then that just puts Crowley behind a step, don’t it?” I said, more than asked as I walked past him.

I didn’t know how long I’d been walking when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I looked at it. Four missed calls; two from Sam and two from Dean. Six unread text messages all asking where I was and if I was dead or not. Three missed voicemails along the same lines. I didn’t really care.

I paused at an intersection. There was a group of four men standing lazily at the next stop light. They didn’t seem like they were waiting for anything in particular; just standing there being bums. But three of them had an ugly red to them, telling me they had bad intentions while the fourth one was just a horny bastard.

I knew it was obvious, but I turned and walked the way I’d just came. I could feel them moving around, probably towards me. And then I heard their footsteps somewhere behind me. A mild panic started in my stomach. I hadn’t grabbed my gun when I’d left, so I was pretty much defenseless.

I focused on walking. I could feel them behind me, but I had no idea of where or how far away they were. I passed an alley and somebody grabbed the back of my collar, dragging me down the alley. All at once, the four of them were grabbing at me, pulling me in different directions.

And all I could think was, Yep. I did this to myself. Get stuck up and walk out of the motel.

But then they were off of me. One laid on the asphalt near me, two were unconscious near him, and Benny held another by the collar off the ground.

“Don’t hurt him.” I said meekly from the ground.

I could tell Benny wanted to rip his head off. “Why not?”

“Because he’s not worth the waste of breath. Please?” I asked, still sitting where I landed.

Benny dropped the kid, letting him fall roughly to the ground. “If I ever see ya hurt another girl again, I will rip out your stomach.” He said through clenched teeth.

The kid quickly nodded his head and took off running. The one of the ground that was awake followed the first kid.

When I looked over at Benny again, he was kneeling in front of me. “They tore your shirt.” He said, tenderly fingering the strips of fabric that had once covered my torso.

I nodded, wanting to cry, but not wanting to let Benny see me cry.

Benny slipped his jacket off his shoulders and set it loosely on my shoulders.

I pulled my arms through the holes and hugged it tightly to my body. Before I could stop them, my eyes spilled over. “I don’t want to die, Benny.”

Benny sat on the ground and pulled me into his lap, holding me tightly. “I won’t let nothin’ happen to ya. I promise. I’m so sorry about the boys. I thought I was close enough.” He said in my ear.

“They’re just stupid kids.” I told him, nuzzling the crook of his neck.

“They hurt you.” He said quietly.

I nodded. “And ripped my shirt.”

“And ripped your shirt.” He reaffirmed.

“How am I gonna come out of this alive?” I asked, feeling hopeless.

“We stop as many seals as possible and we go from there.” He said, sounding like he didn’t quite believe it himself.

I nodded again. “We should get back so we can get to the cemetery.”

“Can I carry you?” He asked.

“I’d like that.” I told him and suddenly he was standing. I turned my head to look over his shoulder and everything moved so fast. Like when you fast forward a movie. It was pretty.

And then we stood outside the motel room.

“Maybe you should carry a gun.” Benny suggested.

I nodded, still holding onto him tightly.

I didn’t want to, but I told Benny to put me down. I wiped my eyes as best as I could and took a breath. I entered the room and avoided eye contact with either Winchester. I pulled a shirt out of my backpack and went into the bathroom to change. I threw the rag of a shirt in the trash and cleaned up my face.

When I came back out, I gave Benny his jacket back. I risked a glance at the guys. Sam looked worried while Dean looked like he could have steam coming from his ears. “Get it over with.” I told him, ducking my head.

Dean sat there for at least ten seconds before he opened his mouth. “You’re such an idiot. We don’t have enough on our plate; so you go looking for trouble. You walked right into it. It’s a good thing Benny was there, or you’d been dog chow. Did you even have a gun? What the hell were you thinking?” Dean roared and I stood there, remembering the time when I was seven or eight and I accidently opened one of Bobby’s curse boxes.

Dean huffed and I knew he was done. But his words still stung me. “I’m sorry.” I mumbled.

“You’re such an idiot.” Dean said once more.

I shrugged. “Not like it’s the first time I’ve heard it, so you can say it as many times as you’d like until you feel better.”

“Idiot.” Dean said again.

“Dean, lay off.” Sam said sternly. “Are you ok?”

I shrugged again. “Road rash and bruises.”

“Scarlett.” Sam said softly, making me lift my head just a little. “Are you alright?”

I took a breath before squaring my shoulders. “Doesn’t matter. We need to get the cemetery. Moon rises in eighty-six minutes.”

“How do you know that?” Benny asked.

I shrugged. “It’s like a counter in my head. It came with the whole aura reading, demon-angel face thing.” I told him.

Benny nodded and Sam and Dean both looked surprised.

“Alright.” Dean said, looking awkward. “To the car.”

Benny and I followed the guys and crawled into the back seat. I held his hand as we rode to the cemetery. I was nervous. Part of me thought we’d fail miserably and I’d die, while the other part of me felt that we could be triumphant. But I couldn’t be sure either way.

Dean parked the car across the street from the gate that surrounded the cemetery. Like all graveyards, it was against city law to go into them at night. So Sam and Dean hopped the fence and Benny helped me over, the boys helped me down. I really hoped I didn’t get stuck running for my life, because I’d either fall into a hole in the ground somewhere, or I’d kill myself trying to get over that eight foot fence.

Dean gave us quiet instructions, then he took Sam and they wandered off to the north- east side while Benny and I took the south-west.

“How long til the moon comes up, darlin’?” Benny asked.

“Fifty-two minutes.” I said, getting ever more nervous the longer time went on.

Benny and I walked around the graveyard for what seemed like a couple hours, despite the fact it’d only actually been thirty-seven minutes. We had exactly fifteen minutes to find Crowley and the pregnant girl and I was starting to worry bad.

I was sure Benny could hear my rapid heartbeat and my shallow breathing, but he said nothing; just took hold of my hand to let me know he was there.

We were down to seven minutes when I saw light glancing off something in the graveyard. I signaled Benny and we crept forward. Holy shit. It was Crowley. The light I saw was the light from the street light on his watch.

I pulled out my phone and hit Dean’s speed dial. “Crowley. Section B, row 32. Dean, you have to get here now.” I whispered frantically into the phone. The lady on the ground was probably only a few years older than me, but I could feel her pain from fifty yards away. “She’s gonna pop any minute.”

“Be there in five.” He told me, hanging up.

“Shit. We don’t have five. Moon’s up in six.” I told Benny, glancing at the tree line. You could see the glint of silver just barely behind the mountain.

“Do we have a plan?” Benny asked.

“I’m gonna try to stall. Grab the girl and get as far away as you can. Then come back and get me.” I told him, turning to look at him.

“I can’t be around her when the baby comes.” He told me, looking worried.

I nodded. “I know. That’s why I’m kind of an important thing to remember.” I told him, kissing him quickly before I stood up from the tall grave stone.

“Ah. Darling. So nice of you to join us.” Crowley said with a wicked smile.

“Oh, you know me. Just hanging around.” I told him as I walked towards him.

He smiled. “Oh, I do know. Pardon me; have you met Stacie Williams? She’ll be having her baby shortly.”

“Please help me.” Stacie said, looking directly at me.

“I’m gonna get you out of here. You just gotta hold onto the baby alright?” I said.

“You’re not taking her anywhere. She’s going to have her lad or lass right here.” Crowley said with cocky confidence.

I smiled at him. “Crowley, we both know this one was kind of a lost hope. Yeah, you got the girl to the cemetery. But what happens if I kill you before you kill her?” I asked.

Crowley smiled. “You don’t have a weapon that could kill me.” He said.

I nodded, thinking it over. “Yeah, that’s true. But I do have a bargaining chip.”

“Oh. What’s that, dear?” He asked, looking like he was interested.

I held my arms out in what I thought was a grand gesture. “Me.” I said with a smile.

Crowley nodded. “I’d rather have the girl.”

“Suit yourself.” I told him, pulling my Glock out of the back waistband of my pants and racking the slide.

“You can’t kill me with a gun!” Crowley said, laughing at me.

I smiled. “No. No I can’t. But a gun can kill me.” I told him, holding the gun up to my temple with a smile.

I saw his face fall. “What are you doing?” he asked.

I shrugged. “I’m the last seal remember? You have to kill me with the true cross. And seeing as I’m the only psychic on the face of the earth that also happens to be the daughter of a sinner; if I kill myself, you’re lost for another set of years.”

He looked panicked. “Now, calm down. Let’s talk this through.”

“Going once.” I told him.

“Wait, now-“ He started.

“Going twice.” I said louder. I could almost see the moon’s edge over the mountains in the distance.

“Alright!” he screamed, looking red in the face. “You get the girl.”

And just like that, I saw Benny flash by and the pregnant girl was gone.

Crowley glowered at me and flicked his hand. The gun was thrown from my hand to land back near the headstone I came out of. I looked back over at him and he held his hand up.

All the sudden, it was like his hand closed around my throat. I coughed and sputtered, trying to breathe. I knew he wasn’t going to kill me, but the pain was bad. I heard Sam and Dean’s footsteps and I wanted to yell at them to stop, but the pain in my neck was growing worse.

As soon as it started, it stopped and I fell to my knees, coughing and hacking, trying to breathe.

“If you ever pull a stunt like that again, I’ll put you in my finest cell in hell, while you’re stay alive and let the damned torture you until I can break the rest of the seals. Are we clear?” Crowley said, his English accent growling at me.

I made no move to respond and when I looked up, he was gone. “Where’s the girl? Where’s Benny?” Sam asked as they looked around frantically.

Suddenly, Benny reappeared, looking horrified. “The baby’s coming.”

I held my hand out to him and we were gone, rushing through the trees and the grass until we stopped, somewhere near a pond. “Get the guys.” I told him, pushing him quickly away.

Stacie sat on a bed of clovers, looking flushed. Her swollen belly looked like it’d pop if you poked it. “Stacie, Stacie. I need you to breathe.” I told her, taking an exaggerated deep breath in and a deep breath out.

“Who are you?” She asked, before closing her eyes and screaming.

“I know it hurts. And I’m so sorry. But I’m gonna help you ok? My name is Scarlett.” I told her, taking a loud breath and blowing it out again.

She nodded, showing me her breathing.

“Alright, that’s good. I need you to keep doing that, alright? Just like that. Focus on your breathing.” I told her, spreading her legs and pulling up the skirt she was wearing.

“Can you see her?” Stacie asked.

“Just barely. Keep breathing ok. How are your contractions?” I asked.

She screamed and I counted the seconds until her next scream since she couldn’t get the words out.

“Ok. The baby is crowning. When the next contraction comes, push as hard as you can.” I told her.

She screamed and I could see the baby’s head a little bit more. Stacie started crying. “I can’t do this. I can’t do this.”

“Stacie. You’re so strong. You’re one of the strongest women I’ve ever met. And your baby is so, so close. But if you don’t push, you won’t be able to hold it.” I told her, trying to stay calm.

She screamed and pushed and the baby’s head and neck came out.

“Stacie, that’s perfect. Two more just like that. Two more pushes and the baby will be right here.” I told her, putting my hands under the baby’s head to support it.

She screamed and pushed and I could almost see the baby’s belly button.

I heard running footsteps, but paid no mind to them. “One more Stacie. Just one more push and you can hold your baby. Alright?”

She screamed and pushed again and the baby came out. Tiny infant screams filled the air and I quickly cut the umbilical cord with my knife. Sam ripped off his plaid over shirt and handed it to me. I wrapped the baby in the red cotton plaid and gently wiped it’s face off.

Stacie looked like she was going to pass out. I moved so I was sitting next to her. “Stacie, meet your new baby girl.” I told her, holding the baby out to her. She smiled a tired smile, taking the baby from me. “What are you going to name her?” I asked.

She looked down at the baby for a long time, before looking back over at me. “I like Scarlett.” She told me.

I blushed. “If that’s what you want to name her, I’d be honored.”

“Scarlett Jean Williams.” She said finally, holding the baby girl close.

I smiled at her. “I think it’s a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” Dean said.

Stacie and I looked up at him and Sam and Stacie smiled, taking my hand. “Thank you for saving my baby.”

I gave her a one armed hug. “You are so very welcome.” I told her.

We got Stacie back to the hospital with the story that some psycho had kidnapped her and wanted to do some cult ritual in the cemetery. We happened to be in the cemetery, looking for our great-grand father when we heard her screaming. The doctors looked pretty impressed when Stacie told them I delivered the baby.

They gave me a pat on the back and let us clean up.

We were almost back to the impala when I saw Benny leaning against the trunk. “So?” He asked, looking worried.

I smiled. “They called me a junior doctor.”

Benny’s eyes lit up. “You saved the baby?”

“Scar’s a real nurse maid.” Dean joked as we climbed into the car.

“Sam had to sacrifice the plaid for the baby girl.” I told Benny, leaning against him.

“They named her Scarlett.” Sam said with a smile, making me smile.

“She was so adorable.” I told Benny.

He smiled and hugged me. “Ya need a shower though, darlin’.” Benny said, wrinkling his nose.

“Oh, sorry. I thought I washed it all off.” I told him, sitting up and moving away from him a little.

Benny shook his head. “Birth blood stays on ya for weeks. I took a shower twice a day after my baby girl was born.”

“I didn’t know you had kids.” I told him, looking over at him.

He smiled sadly. “It was before, darlin’.” He said and I understood. Before he was a vampire. Before he got turned.

“That’s depressing.” I said, making a face.

“But you saved that girl and her baby. That’s somethin’ we should celebrate.” Benny said with a smile.
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