Epilogue

                                    

                                          
And So Began A Legend
                          
Epilogue <~To Be Hunted~>
                          
Jasmine opened her eyes, only to be met with more darkness. Her lungs burned, her back was throbbing. Her legs were stiff and her arms were cramping. When she tried to sit up, she banged her head on a hard wood box.
                          
He had buried her.
                          
She kicked the box and groaned loudly when a searing pain flew up her leg. "Fuck you, Samuel Winchester."
                          
She was tired and groggy and sore. Her chest hurt, but not her heart. More near it, by her shoulder blade.
                          
"Dumbass, couldn't even kill me right. Damn."
                          
Oh, fuck. I'm buried. Conserve the oxygen, Jaz. Fuck a duck! He is so dead when I get out of here.
                          
She wiggled her tired fingers and managed to get them in her jeans pocket, to wiggle her phone out. The brightness of it burned her eyes, like she was looking at the sun.
                          
She dialed her brother's number and put the phone to her ear, smooshing against the side of the makeshift casket.
                          
"Jasmine?!"
                          
"Yeah," she wheezed, her throat sore and mouth dry. "Listen, the dick buried me."
                          
"You're alive! DAD. DAD!"
                          
"What? Fire?" came Malik Roth's frantic voice over the phone. He sounded exhausted and worn, and his voice was gruff. Had he been crying?
                          
"No, she's alive," said Daniel, who had definitly been crying. "I have her on the pnone. Said Sam buried her."
                          
"He must not have hit the heart."
                          
"He used the wrong blade," said Jasmine. "I switched them, made a fake. Look, Dan -- limited oxygen. Track my phone, tell dad the location. I gotta go. Hurry up, or I'll haunt your ass."
                          
"Gotcha. See you in a bit."
                          
She hung up and stuffed the phone back in her pocket, taking deep, slow breaths. It wasn't long before she heard the unmistakeable sound of dirt being sifted through, then shovels clinking together.
                          
The sound of the shovel hitting the wood box made her flinch, and not too long after that, wood boards were being torn off.
                          
She closed her eyes and braced herself for the sunlight, grinding her teeth. It burns...!
                          
"Jaz," breathed Daniel in relief. "Thank God."
                          
"I'm gonna kill him," she said.
                          
"Not before me," said her brother, and helped her stand. "Dad?"
                          
Malik hauled her out of the hole easily, then helped Daniel up. "Your mother is worried sick."
                          
"Sorry," said Jasmine with a scratchy voice. "I was buried in some work."
                          
Daniel knocked her shoulder with a frown. "Not funny. We thought you were dead too. I just about killed Sam when he came back without you. Then the fucker took off with Cherry."
                          
"We have no clue as to where he is," said Malik.
                          
"I knew he'd do something like this," said Daniel angrily. "I'll kill him. You didn't do anything to him."
                          
"Don't worry," said Jasmine. "It's best this way. I didn't need to be involved with him anymore anyway. It's good he thinks I'm gone."
                          
"Why d'you say that?"
                          
"Well, he'll be scared when I find him. That's a plus."
                          
Malik frowned. "I'll take us home."
                          
Jasmine blinked and the scenery changed. Her dad let go of her and her brother, and Daniel helped steady her. Sylvia shot up from the couch and tackled Jasmine in a hug.
                          
"I was so worried! Are you ok? Are you bleeding? Cramping?"
                          
"I'm sore, but I'll be fine tomorrow," says Jasmine.
                          
"I'm gonna kill him."
                          
"It would be unwise for anyone to try," says Malik. "He's troubled."
                          
"He's soulless," said Daniel, and flopped down on the couch.
                          
Jasmine eased herself down beside him and started trying to shake some feeling into her numb limbs. "And dangerous. I didn't see him coming. He just...did it."
                          
"Which reminds me -- how did he do it?" her brother demands. "You should be dead. Not that I want you to be, but what's up with that? Did he miss?"
                          
Jasmine smirked. "I may or may not have switched my angel blade with a fake look alike. He missed my heart. Guess he was sloppy and didn't check for a pulse."
                          
"His mistake," said Malik gravely. "You were smart to do that. How long have you not trusted him?"
                          
"If I'm honest with myself, probably since the day I met him. I'm not sure if he ever stopped being a stranger. He was just one I ended up being attracted to. He got dragged into my shit -- good riddance. Anyone who literally stabs me in the back doesn't deserve my concern."
                          
"Atta girl," woops Daniel.
                          
Malik sighed. "Kate has been secured."
                          
Jasmine's heart clenched and she fought the tears. "Oh. Thanks. Was she...?"
                          
"Just as torn as you. She wants you to go to the funeral, if you'd like, that is."
                          
"Yeah, I'd like that."
                          
She had so many strings left untied. Bobby's soul, the war in Heaven, and why the hell did Raphael want her and Daniel? Adam's funeral. What to do next. So many things were floating around in her head she was beginning to get a headache.
                          
As she was getting ready for bed (after giving it a disgusted look), she paused in her bathroom mirror. She hoped she never saw Sam again. No -- she hoped he never saw her again. He would be in serious trouble if he did.
                          
She opened the medicine cabinet and reached for her scissors. She'd be damned if she kept anything to do with the past few months. That included hair.
                          
"Knock knock," said an excentric voice. "Ok, look what I found at Penique's. Oh, my...."
                          
Jasmine snipped the last bit of her hair of and watched it fall into the trash can. "Hey, mom. What's up?"
                          
"You cut your hair again," says Sylvia, pleasantly suprised. "It looks nice."
                          
"I'll go to a salon and get it evened out. Oh wow, that's pretty."
                          
Sylvia looked down to the dress in her hands. "Oh, yeah! They had it in your size, see? I got one too. I just had to. Happy late birthday!"
                          
"Thanks, ma. I love it."
                          
"I was thinking you could wear it next week, you know. At the funeral," says Sylvia softly. "You told me he liked you in green."
                          
Jasmine gave her mom a trembling smile. "Yeah," she said quietly. "I will. Besides, I made a promise."
                          
"You did?" Sylvia walked over to Jasmine's closet to get a neat hanger and to hang the dress up quickly before going back to the bathroom. "What was it?"
                          
"Let's just say I have to do what I want for me from now on. I have to let go instead of giving up."