Death in the Mountains
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Category:
Supernatural › Crossovers
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
33
Views:
7,698
Reviews:
32
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the television series that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
For Jessica
This is a tiny “chapter”. It is important to the story but I just can’t see anything immediately following it. For all of you following the story, don’t worry, it will be updated regularly! Many thanks to Sandrine Black for a review and Ann, my wonderful beta!
Nora sat in her favorite rocking chair on her front porch, a broom and a canister of salt on a small table next to her. Before long a young woman walked up the road to her house and up to the porch. Nora’s expression was compassionate but steely. Before the young woman could say anything Nora got up and swept the line of salt away from her door.
“Come in, child” Nora said softly. She re-poured the line of salt. The young woman blushed but followed her to the couch in the living room and sat with her.
“Now child, why haven’t you moved on? You can leave anytime you want to. Your spirit is not bound here.” The visitor blinked away tears.
“I can’t. I can’t leave while Sam still thinks it’s his fault I died. It’s not. I know, I can see deeper into the world now. I was born for him, for the lives he would save and bring into the world. I chose that death before I was born so I could help him, same as he chose to be a psychic and a Hunter.”
“Child, you know that we only chose the circumstances of our birth, not how our lives are to be lived before we are born. You knew your relationship with Sam and your death was a possibility, not a certainty. That is why we have the cleft in our upper lip. Gabriel shushes us before we are born. The angels themselves will come if you call them to take you home for your sacrifice.” Nora said sternly.
“But I can’t while Sam still mourns me so deeply. He still hurts.” She cried out, filling the room with an echo of her own pain.
“Sam has to choose to heal, and your presence here is not helping him. If you want to say something to him, why don’t you go speak to him? His teacher’s wards only keep out hostile spirits, not kind ones. You can go to him.”
“That would only hurt him more. Please help him, and tell his teacher, she needs to know.” Nora nodded.
“Of course child, but you still need to go on.” Jessica nodded through her tears.
“Come along then, let’s go out to the garden.”
There were two Beings of Light waiting in the garden, surrounded by late summer flowers against the backdrop of the mountains. The garden was bright, the mountains a cool dark green, and the sky a delicate blue, filled with sunshine. A few deer came to the forest edge, drawn by the two new visitors as the local birds burst into loud melodies. Nora smiled, tears on her old cheeks, running like stream waters down the furrowed wrinkles in her cheeks. Nora had only witnessed this a few times in her life, an imperfect soul so willing to make a sacrifice that no one knew was a sacrifice. Jessica’s memory would live on only in Sam’s heart. No one would honor her for her bravery; no one would dedicate a monument to her memory. Her grave would be forgotten within a generation, but she was partly responsible for saving the lives of thousands down through the centuries. Without her the Winchester Hunting line may never have been founded. Dean would have killed himself in the fury of his isolated Hunt, and Sam would have eventually drifted into insanity, his untrained psychic abilities slowly eating away at his mind.
Jessica turned back to Nora, her face showing a mingling of sorrow and joy, her tears like diamonds against pale pink roses. Jessica said only two words.
“Thank you.”
Nora smiled as more tears cleansed her face and heart of the sorrows of her own life and reaffirmed her faith. One of the Creatures of the Light smiled and reached a hand towards Nora.
“We will come for you soon as well, our weary Sister. You have fought the good fight, you have stayed the course, you have kept the faith.(1) Your task is almost complete. Guide the new generation well.”
With rainbow brilliance a pulse of light surrounded them like a prism that shatters the light into a cascade of colors. The Beings of Light and Jessica faded with that pulse, leaving the world even more alive than when they first arrived. A faint chorus of all the lives Jessica had saved in future generations filled the small garden for a few moments after she disappeared. They faded softly into the sunlight and flowers of the garden.
Nora sat down on her garden bench, looking at the land she had lived on since she had been born. She looked on it anew, realizing how she loved this world despite looking forward to the next.
“Good Lord,” she prayed. “Thank you for all of it. Thank you for Sammy and Dean, Vera and little Jay, Kayla and her little brother and for all of those that will help them keep folks safe. Thank you for letting me know those that will pick up my task. Thank you for allowing me to know that they are equal to it. Like that poor girl that you took yonder, I can also see deeper into the world now.”
1) 2 Tim 4:7
Nora sat in her favorite rocking chair on her front porch, a broom and a canister of salt on a small table next to her. Before long a young woman walked up the road to her house and up to the porch. Nora’s expression was compassionate but steely. Before the young woman could say anything Nora got up and swept the line of salt away from her door.
“Come in, child” Nora said softly. She re-poured the line of salt. The young woman blushed but followed her to the couch in the living room and sat with her.
“Now child, why haven’t you moved on? You can leave anytime you want to. Your spirit is not bound here.” The visitor blinked away tears.
“I can’t. I can’t leave while Sam still thinks it’s his fault I died. It’s not. I know, I can see deeper into the world now. I was born for him, for the lives he would save and bring into the world. I chose that death before I was born so I could help him, same as he chose to be a psychic and a Hunter.”
“Child, you know that we only chose the circumstances of our birth, not how our lives are to be lived before we are born. You knew your relationship with Sam and your death was a possibility, not a certainty. That is why we have the cleft in our upper lip. Gabriel shushes us before we are born. The angels themselves will come if you call them to take you home for your sacrifice.” Nora said sternly.
“But I can’t while Sam still mourns me so deeply. He still hurts.” She cried out, filling the room with an echo of her own pain.
“Sam has to choose to heal, and your presence here is not helping him. If you want to say something to him, why don’t you go speak to him? His teacher’s wards only keep out hostile spirits, not kind ones. You can go to him.”
“That would only hurt him more. Please help him, and tell his teacher, she needs to know.” Nora nodded.
“Of course child, but you still need to go on.” Jessica nodded through her tears.
“Come along then, let’s go out to the garden.”
There were two Beings of Light waiting in the garden, surrounded by late summer flowers against the backdrop of the mountains. The garden was bright, the mountains a cool dark green, and the sky a delicate blue, filled with sunshine. A few deer came to the forest edge, drawn by the two new visitors as the local birds burst into loud melodies. Nora smiled, tears on her old cheeks, running like stream waters down the furrowed wrinkles in her cheeks. Nora had only witnessed this a few times in her life, an imperfect soul so willing to make a sacrifice that no one knew was a sacrifice. Jessica’s memory would live on only in Sam’s heart. No one would honor her for her bravery; no one would dedicate a monument to her memory. Her grave would be forgotten within a generation, but she was partly responsible for saving the lives of thousands down through the centuries. Without her the Winchester Hunting line may never have been founded. Dean would have killed himself in the fury of his isolated Hunt, and Sam would have eventually drifted into insanity, his untrained psychic abilities slowly eating away at his mind.
Jessica turned back to Nora, her face showing a mingling of sorrow and joy, her tears like diamonds against pale pink roses. Jessica said only two words.
“Thank you.”
Nora smiled as more tears cleansed her face and heart of the sorrows of her own life and reaffirmed her faith. One of the Creatures of the Light smiled and reached a hand towards Nora.
“We will come for you soon as well, our weary Sister. You have fought the good fight, you have stayed the course, you have kept the faith.(1) Your task is almost complete. Guide the new generation well.”
With rainbow brilliance a pulse of light surrounded them like a prism that shatters the light into a cascade of colors. The Beings of Light and Jessica faded with that pulse, leaving the world even more alive than when they first arrived. A faint chorus of all the lives Jessica had saved in future generations filled the small garden for a few moments after she disappeared. They faded softly into the sunlight and flowers of the garden.
Nora sat down on her garden bench, looking at the land she had lived on since she had been born. She looked on it anew, realizing how she loved this world despite looking forward to the next.
“Good Lord,” she prayed. “Thank you for all of it. Thank you for Sammy and Dean, Vera and little Jay, Kayla and her little brother and for all of those that will help them keep folks safe. Thank you for letting me know those that will pick up my task. Thank you for allowing me to know that they are equal to it. Like that poor girl that you took yonder, I can also see deeper into the world now.”
1) 2 Tim 4:7