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Second Sight
Title: Second Sight
Author: Just Ruth
Entry for castielfest for scarletsherlock
Disclaimer: Supernatural is the property of Eric Kripke and the CW. Characters/Situations are being borrowed for entertainment purposes only. You think anyone would pay me for this? 

Rating: PG

Prompt: Her eyes are ruined, but Pamela Barnes can still see.
Characters: Pamela Barnes, Castiel, Bobby Singer, Ellen Harvelle, Jo Harvelle, Ash
Notes: includes scenes from Just Get Through This Night but it's not necessary to read that story
Word count: 1013

There was only darkness. Darkness and the soft beep-beep of machines around her - it had to be after midnight, it was the only time the corridor was this quiet.

“Try to sleep.” They said, but Pamela Barnes didn’t want to sleep. Sleep meant once more seeing that light; hearing that voice . . . They’d given her medication for the pain, but it didn’t shut off the light - the voice - the knowledge crawling under her skin.

The doctors were baffled. She didn’t know what lies Bobby had told them, but she’d heard them arguing about her “condition” in the hallway. Of course, none of them believed in psychic powers -- or angels.

She felt the jolt of connection through the brand on Dean Winchester’s strong arm.
It was powerful . . . unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

“I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle.” She chanted. “I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle.”

The voice in her mind rumbled like muted thunder. Do not pursue this further. I am Castiel. I am an angel of the Lord.

She almost scoffed aloud. An angel? That was impossible! “I invoke, conjure and command you, appear unto me before this circle.” She continued, ignoring the warning.

There was a veiled glow of purest white light just visible to her inner eye. It is death to look on my visage.

”Castiel? No. Sorry, Castiel, I don't scare easy.” Now, she cursed the stubborn pride and unbelief she’d had then.

Woman, I say unto you, turn back now.

I conjure and command you, show me your face.”


“Maybe we should stop,” Bobby frowned tentatively. Pam remembered how angry she felt that he would chicken out at this critical moment.

“I almost got it.” She demanded, “I command you, show me your face!
 Show me your face now!”

A sigh like the gust of a hurricane; </i>as you wish.</i>

Searing, white light, blinding, burning pain -- You were warned, I am sorry. Castiel’s regretful whisper echoed in her mind.

"Call 911!" Bobby Singer shouted.

"I can't see!" Pam shrieked as Bobby caught her wildly clutching hands. "I can't see!"

She sat up, shaking and sweating.

“And here I thought I’d never be sweet talked by a man again,” said an older woman’s husky voice.

“Now, Ellen,” Bobby’s voice was smooth and coaxing. “Pam needs help.”

“I can see that. Accident you said. . .”

“It was,” Pam interrupted, “my fault. I looked on the face of an angel.”

“An angel? Bobby, what is this?”

“Try to rest,” Ellen said. She and Jo had fixed her a bed on the first floor of her house. She could hear the soft tap tapping of computer keys and the steady breathing of a sleeper. Jo said she would take first watch.

Ellen had not expected her daughter to show up at Pam’s house.

Pam had not expected the spirit Jo had brought with her; a man called Ash - he had chosen to stay to guard the women he cared about. He also brought a warning; of a blood-red moon and a breaking seal.

That night had seen the red moon and Jesse returning; screaming his hatred and blaming Pam for his death, Jo’s blood was called for by one named “Preacher” and more than a dozen anguished soul screamed for Ellen’s death.

All she had been able to do was fill shotgun shells with salt as the women were under siege that long, long night. She’d never felt so helpless, so frightened . . .

Until his voice sounded in her spiritual ear - giving her a chant in a strange language Enochian he’d whispered. Hunters are dying tonight and I cannot let you die this way. She felt the power of the words and the vengeful souls blasted away - including brave Ash who had only sought to protect them. . .

There had been clean up and small things. She had choked down a sandwich at Ellen’s gruff request. Now, it was the second night and sleep still eluded her.

Someone else was there. She gasped and shuddered away at the gentle touch. “Who’s there? Say something.”

“Forgive me.” The voice was rougher, lower, more gentle than before – but it was his.


“I am not here to harm you.” He paused. “I have learned to regret. Please, I do not have much time. Sam and Dean will wonder soon what happened to me but I had to come here first.”

“What’s happening to the Winchesters?” she demanded.

“They have been sent through time to save their parents; my coming back from that time has been – more difficult. I realized I could not fully return until I . . . fixed things.” Gentle fingers caressed her face.

“You’re going to give me back my eyes?” Pam caught his hands. They were strong hands; soft-skinned as if the angel had never done physical labor in his life. She heard him swallow.

“I wish I could. Heaven has cast me out and my powers have diminished but I can . . . help.”

Warmth spread from that gentle grip and pooled like a balm into her empty sockets. The pain eased and she was aware of light. He took his hands from her face.

She saw him. He was an illuminated outline: brilliant with white, crystal and blue-green light. His light created shapes in the shadows.

“I see your aura.” Pam whispered. “I see it!”

“Good. I am glad I could do that much.”

His aura dampened as Jo entered. Pam could see her too: yellow and white and flaring with shards of blue and red.

“Are you okay?” Jo asked. Castiel was gone with a tiny flare of aura.

“I think I will be.” Pam smiled. It wasn’t a perfect solution, but she would make it work.

Thank you. she whispered in her mind.

I am sorry. She felt him answer like the brush of a feather against her skin.


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sharona1x2 From: sharona1x2 Date: September 5th, 2010 10:17 am (UTC) (Link)
That's a nice story about Pam, but I like what it shows about Castiel, too. I get a strong sense of how much he's changed since the first time they've met.
just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: September 6th, 2010 11:46 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you. I'm glad you like it.
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