Who: Pamela & Eliot What: She has a vision When: Just before the chaos Where: The Farmhouse Warnings: None Status: Completed GDoc
Pamela was no stranger to prophetic dreams and visions, even as blind as she was. But she didn’t need physical sight to See things. It actually helped. No distractions. She liked it. The Winchesters and a few other individuals in Madison Valley did not. She kept one step ahead of them when it came to the important things. They still managed to cause mischief, but her visions kept the really bad things from happening. So far, it’s worked, and she’s managed to See whenever someone was going to come gunning for her.
Eliot helped there. He and his wards. While she wasn’t chock full of magic like he was, she was no slouch when it came to spells. She helped where she could, but he was still better. And he helped spread the word whenever she had info that needed to get slipped out there. Him and that crazy hot man whore that Kenny kept. Pamela had to keep that on the sly or Kenny might get tired of the crazy hot man whore and end his existence. It had happened before.
This dream, however, was different than any of the others. She sat bolt upright in bed with a gasp. Once she got her bearings, she scrambled out of bed to go find Eliot. Of course, Pamela slept in nothing but a crop top and panties on her best days so this should prove interesting.
“Eliot!” She faked not being able to know what was around her, but she wasn’t bothering with that now as she raced through the farmhouse.
It had been an entire year that Eliot was trapped in this hellscape. An entire year without Margo. Without Fen. Without any connection to home and, at this point, he didn’t have any hope of ever getting back there. He’d been through plenty of bad shit before and somehow, being trapped in Indiana in a town full of horrible people, trying his damnedest to try and keep innocents safe while also embracing the upbringing he hated to think about in order to make sure people were fed. He’d lost so much in this place and honestly wasn’t sure why he bothered to fight for survival still. Wouldn’t it just be easier to let one of the bad guys take him out? End the struggle and be at peace?
At least he had his flask. That was the one thing he’d managed to keep relatively secret, only sharing with a handful of his closest confidantes, and it was something that got him through the darkest moments.
When he heard Pamela scream his name, he sighed and climbed out of bed, on alert for whatever danger might be lurking nearby. It was never good when she had a vision. He met her in the hallway, automatically wrapping his arms around her. “What is it, cupcake?”
Eliot hugs always felt reassuring, even if they’d only danced between the sheets a couple of times. Above all else, she considered him a friend. Trusted him in a way she didn’t with anyone else. Maybe not even the Winchesters back home. The ones here she wouldn’t trust to take out the trash. That being the case, she wrapped her arms around Eliot, but it wasn’t entirely for reassurance.
“The Winchesters,” she said in a hushed tone. “Something’s gonna change.”
The Winchesters had been a particularly annoying thorn in Eliot’s side over the past year. While their situation appealed to his altruistic side, it had done the opposite to them, or at least that’s what it seemed like from the stories Pamela told him about them at home. He did his best to stay out of their way though he knew they were aware of both his magic and the fact that he helped Pamela thwart them on a few occasions.
“I don’t suppose they’re suddenly going to grow a conscience,” he said. That would be too easy and definitely not the kind of luck he ever had.
“I don’t know…” Pamela was frowning when she let go of Eliot. She didn’t like to show weakness or any sort of need. Even if she had to fake it, she regained her composure. “But whatever it is will be drastic since it triggered a dream.”
She reached out to poke Eliot unerringly in the ribs. For someone who was supposedly blind, she was pretty capable of getting around. “Coffee me.”
“Yes, dear,” Eliot said, his wry tone belying the worry that he was currently feeling about her new prophecy. He tucked her arm through his and headed downstairs to the kitchen so they could have some coffee. It was clear they weren’t getting any more sleep tonight and it was several hours until the sun would rise and he’d have to go out and start his farm chores. Which, ugh. How was this his life?
When they got to the kitchen, he let go of her arm, knowing she was more than capable of getting herself around despite her blindness, and went to start the coffee pot, grateful that they still had running water and electricity. If they ever lost their utilities, things would be much worse. “What happened in the dream?” he asked once the coffee was percolating.
Pamela would never have a single answer, let alone a straight one, on why she and Eliot got along so well. They weren’t together. The number of times they slept together could be counted on one hand. They were barely even friends. But here they were, and god help anyone who threatened either of them.
“It wasn’t linear,” she began. “Or even any kind of story. Just...images. Feelings. But being at this whole prophecy oracle thing for as long as I have I know it’s a true vision.” Just the smell of coffee was helping. “I saw the Winchesters, but it wasn’t the Winchesters we know. They were different. Looked exactly the same, but not. Change followed them. I couldn’t see how or why. From my perspective they are just the beginning.”
Change might be good, though Eliot had been burned enough times that he wasn’t about to get his hopes up. “What kind of differences did you sense?” he asked, wondering if there was any detail that might give them a clue about what might be coming. Around here, it could be literally anything and he wanted to be as prepared as possible. Which meant he’d be going out and reinforcing the wards around the property as soon as the sun rose.
“Do you think there might be danger?” If so, he’d have to put the word out to their allies and friends and invite them to the farm for safety.
Pamela took a long drink of coffee even though it did burn her mouth. “Faces I didn’t recognize. New power. Some good. Some bad. But this will change everything for some people.” She frowned. “Hard to tell anything more. I’d have to go inward deep and long.” Why yes. That was a double entendre, and she was entirely unrepentant.
“By the time I had the answer, though, it’d all be on us.” She sighed as she shrugged then drank more coffee. There would be no more sleeping now. “Just keep an eye on things, and I’ll scry as much as I can to get a handle on things.”
Eliot would take some good and some bad. It was better than all bad. “Okay, so I’ll put out the warning to be on alert,” he said. “If folks want to come here, they can.” The farm was big enough to have a few guests for the short term, especially if it meant potentially keeping people safe. “And we’ll do like we always do and prepare the best we can.”
Their best never seemed good enough, but they did what they could.
“People come here. I’ll read ‘em. Just like always.” There had been more than once an assassin had tried to slip in as a fugitive so they could kill Eliot, herself or both. Too bad that even if they had been reprogrammed she could read it in their aura. Too bad for the assassin, anyway.
She took another drink of coffee then let the mother side of herself out that she tried not to let anyone see too often. “Get some rest, Mopey. You’re gonna need it. Whatever happens, nothing is ever going to be the same for us.”
“You’re so reassuring,” Eliot said, the sarcasm heavy in his tone. He’d suspected as much from what she said, but hearing her confirm that something life-changing was coming still gave him indigestion. “You know damn well I won’t be sleeping. Want some eggs?”
Cooking was hardly his best skill, but he managed. He missed Josh though. And all of his friends.
“Yes please.” She sounded far too chipper for having just dropped a dire bomb. This wasn’t her first apocalypse rodeo. It wouldn’t be the last. “Do we have bacon? This is a bacon kind of morning.”
Meanwhile, she got up to refill her coffee cup. If she happened to hip-bump against Eliot along the way it was purely coincidence.
Bacon made him miss Alice, but Eliot nodded, giving her a brief smile. “Bacon and eggs coming right up.” It wasn’t like they could stop whatever was coming, so they may as well be prepared.