Who: Pamela Barnes & OPEN What: Probably a very bad decision When: Thursday Where: Downtown Warning: TBD Status: Open/incomplete
The Winchesters weren't the ones they were used to. These were the boys she knew from home. Not a threat...except to her ego since Dean kept telling her "No, I have a girlfriend back home". What filled the Little Bastard Void left by the Winchesters was Alex Manes. He had managed to step up his game more than a little. Took out McCall. Now people were really scared. If Manes could take out an Alpha what couldn't he do?
People were seeking asylum everywhere. Pamela had warned Eliot and he had taken the reins on that, but now Pamela was surrounded by loud, fearful minds. It wasn't just distracting, but it made it almost impossible to get a single clear vision. There was an option. It wasn't ideal, and people would yell at her for it, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. Besides, if Eliot could do it, so could she.
The biggest benefit of being the best damn psychic was being able to avoid people if she wanted. Getting to the front door of the farmhouse had been like navigating a maze of minds, but Pamela managed it as easily as breathing. Hey, she was determined. Getting distance between her and the farmhouse was like coming out of an AC/DC concert. She was able to breathe a little easier and felt tension drain from her back and shoulders. Finally!
She wasn't planning on being gone long. Sooner or later someone would notice she was gone then panic. She could have left a note, but that ran the risk of being discovered before she got a little peace. And she wasn't stupid enough to be out without protection in the form of a hunting knife, a 9mm with an extra magazine, and a can of pepper spray. She just wanted to wander around downtown to get a feel of what was going on, nail down where they should focus, and maybe get an idea of what was to come.