NO TIME TO DIE ━━ ❝ Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high ❞
[sam winchester x fem oc]
[s3 - s8]
[created 11/26/2020
published 02/05/2021
ended TBD]
[cover b...
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CHAPTER SEVEN: CHRISTMAS VACATION.
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'I'M REALLY DEAD, aren't I?'
That the first thing Birdie thought.
Her eyes fluttered open as memories came flooding back to her like a tidal wave, hearing the sound of Africa by Toto playing from a radio across the room. She slowly sat up on a soft surface, letting out a shaky breath, seeing that she'd been taken back to the motel that she'd gotten a room at for her and Rumsfeld, delicately placed in the middle of the bed.
She glanced around in confusion, unable to hear sounds from streets away or was being blinded by the bright sunlight streaming in from the window near the door.
How was that even possible? She shouldn't have even been alive.
She faintly shook her head as her thoughts drifted, starting to shift so she was sitting up with her legs dangling over the side of the bed. She heard a toilet flush, her eyes darting to the bathroom a few feet away. She shook her head in disbelief at how normal everything felt, reaching her hand up to her mouth to feel around inside. She felt for any fangs, but she couldn't feel anything aside from her normal teeth.
'What the fuck?' she thought, brows furrowing together.
She tensed when the door swung open, seeing Dean walk out while wiping his hands on a towel.
He halted when he saw her awake, lips parted in surprise as he took in her appearance. "Birdie?" he murmured, making his way over to the other bed to sit across from her. His eyes carefully examined her, meeting her gaze that was filled with just as much confusion as his. "What the hell happened back there?"
"Where's Sam and Rumsfeld?" she asked, noting that both Sam and Rumsfeld weren't in the room.
As if on cue, Sam suddenly walked in with Rumsfeld right beside him, his leash in Sam's hand. Rumsfeld eagerly sprinted into the room when he spotted Birdie awake, hopping onto the bed as his leash slipped from Sam's grasp.
Birdie let out a surprise yelp, giggling as he began to attack her with kisses, tail eagerly wagging back and forth with pure joy.
Sam's lips turned into a bright smile when seeing that Birdie was finally up, coming over to sit beside Dean.
Birdie giggled, shaking her head as she gently nudged Rumsfeld so he was laying beside her instead of partially on her lap and nearly pushing her off of the bed. She let out a sigh and placed her hand on his head, ruffling the fur. Her eyes snapped over to the brothers, seeing their eyes were pinned to her with questions they wanted answered.
"What can I say?" Birdie nonchalantly shrugged. "No time to die."
"What happened back there, Bird?" Sam questioned. "I mean, we-we know Gordon. . .turned you, but how'd he even find you in the first place?"
