Illusion

[hottestpsychic]

Bundled up in the blankets became smothered in the blankets. Even constricting clothing was too much, forget anything that closed around her neck. She thrashed around in the bed, hands coming up to her neck until she could sit up and remember that she was herself again, in her own bed, alone in her own house, safe as she could be

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[winchesterjerk]

He didn't exactly plan to call every day, but it seemed to end up that way. He couldn't just move in, though, nor could he just let things go. Because he was worried.

But he did call.

At some point every evening, at a time when they weren't doing anything more, ah, hunting-like, he picked up the phone and dialed her number. Just so that she'd hear a known voice, and he'd be sure that nothing new bad had happened to her.

[hottestpsychic]

Pamela jumped. Didn't scream, but definitely jumped when the phone rang. It took her a couple rings to steady herself before she reached out and picked up the phone.

"Pamela Barnes."

It didn't even occur to her to wonder who was calling her at ... whatever hour it was of the morning.

[winchesterjerk]

"Hi, it's Dean. Just calling to make sure nothing new's happened. has it?" Very smart, Dean. But then again, he was the one known for his Oscar Wilde lines and all.

[hottestpsychic]

Dean. Just Dean. She could breathe again. And she could at least try to slow her pounding heart, although it kept hammering in her chest for a little while. She tried to inject a smile into her voice even if she didn't feel it. Maybe she could fake it good.

"Hey, Dean... no, nothing's happened, nothing new anyway. Just me and the tv, about to go to bed."

Well, gone to bed, and now back up again. But he didn't need to know that.

[soldier_ofgod]

Castiel did have to visit Pamela, not only to discover what she might have learned, but to make sure Azazel was gone for good this time.

He appeared with a slight rustle of wings in the shadows of her living room, the television flickering out from his power. "Pamela."

[hottestpsychic]

She squeaked as the television popped off, almost fell off the couch. It took even longer for her heart to stop hammering after that than it had after Dean's phone call.

"Castiel."

Why did she feel like crying now?

[soldier_ofgod]

He could sense the unrest in her soul. It was still trying to heal after Azazel's possession. It would take time. He had seen many people over the years recover from possessions. Probably more time that Pamela would want.

"Azazel is gone." It could have been a question or a statement.

[hottestpsychic]

"Seems that way." She put her arm around her knees again, pulling herself up tight into a ball, still sitting upright on the sofa. The second and third empties went under the end table almost as an afterthought.

Somehow she didn't want him to see that. Or extrapolate how much she'd had to drink. Even if he might be able to anyway.