Varlaine

Above an unnamed lake in the mountains of Oregon, the night sky was spread like a deep blue blanket, decorated with an exquisite pattern of stars, especially bright in summer in the country. The primeval silence was broken only by the sound of the pines swaying in the wind and the lapping of the waves below, at the end of a flat slope where a simple wooden house with a gable roof perched. Jay stood on the porch, her hand on the railing, peering up at the distant cosmic heights. Carefully shifting her weight to her left leg, she noted with satisfaction that her thigh, recently punctured by rusty rebar, the result of a fall while hunting, didn't hurt at all. Although it couldn't have been any other way. Behind her, the door creaked softly, and a few seconds later a fluffy warm blanket was laid on her shoulders, and then she was wrapped in the strong and beautiful arms of the angel. — Here, his way. It's not very warm here at night, even in summer,— Castiel said in a low voice, not

...Where to go when you're a ghost? When a few hours ago your mind was full of great plans, bright hopes and irrepresible desires, and now you are a lost disembodied shadow of your former self, absurdly stuck between the worlds of the living and the dead by your own persistent wish? So what to do?.. With her ghostly arms wrapped around her knees, Jay sat in the closet of the city morgue, where she had crawled after discovering that she could move beyond the autopsy room and the cell where her dead body was located. The tiny room was dark and deserted, which seemed a good thing for the hunter, because it gave her an opportunity to put her thoughts in order as much as possible. Only once did the janitor enter the closet to leave the tools and cleaning supplies used during the morning cleaning. Naturally, he didn't notice Jay and calmly left, locking the door with the key. This didn't bother Jay at all, she already knew that she could easily walk through locked doors. The walls were still

...She was dreaming a strange, but such a good dream, bringing an unspeakable serenity and peace that she did not want to wake up at all. Aware that she was lying on something taut, but soft and warm, Jay opened her eyes and looked around to see a glowing pale blue surface and several huge pillars rising at the edges, as if she were lying on someone's huge palm. Lazily surprised by the unexpected conclusion, she sank back into the comfortable darkness, and when she emerged again after a while, the flow of which she did not feel at all, she could see a gigantic face leaning towards her, similar to a human, but with eyes that glowed even more brightly than the entire body. Jay couldn't see all of it, but if the creature had nearly human proportions, it was probably about the size of an ocean liner. The creature's head was crowned with a halo, from which bright protuberances sometimes spilled out, as around the sun during an eclipse. The next time she opened her eyes again, she saw that

... In the surrounding darkness and silence, she gradually became aware of herself, first remembering who she was, then recalling the recent events. Ashford, a hunter… Kills monsters that threaten people... Stabbed by a junkie boy… Unexpected... Stupid... What a shame... Concentrating on her thoughts and feelings, she moved and opened her eyes… It was surprisingly easy to move, especially since it was usually difficult to move a finger after the blood loss she had expected. She didn't feel any pain, either, and she wasn't sure if it was a good thing. Lying on the cold floor of the room she was trying to see, Jay saw a white ceiling high above her and several long fluorescent lights. She turned her head to look at the entire room. Several metal tables stood in a row on the white tile floor, and the entire opposite wall behind them was occupied by rectangular metal cells. The air was filled with a smell of formaldehyde familiar to her from medical school, which she could smell vaguely,

For a minute or so, Jay held her breath and watched as Castiel listened intently to Dean's words that only he could hear. She was sure it was Dean when the angel repeated his name several times. Soon he focused his gaze on his own hands on the steering wheel and looked around as if surprised, returning to his surroundings. — Cas, are you okay? — came the huntrer's alarmed voice. — What was that? What did you hear? — It was Dean… I heard his prayer... — he started to explain haltingly. — Something's wrong… But I can't hear it anymore… — Prayer? So you can hear someone praying when your angelic powers are with you? — Jay kept asking, and Cas just was nodding, looking confused. — Can he hear you, or is the connection one-way? — He won't hear me. He can't even know I heard him… I need a phone! Cas began to search for his cell phone and soon took it out of the inside pocket of his jacket. Dean's number didn't take long to find, it was the only one and the last one on the list.