Resurgence

Chapter 4

I've gone through so much, written so many things, spilled so many tears, yet I still do not own Supernatural.
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C A R S O N
W I N C H E S T E R

I guess you can say I've been left to myself for now. I'm in my room, staring out the same window, looking at the same tree, while Sam, Dean, and Bobby research how in the hell I could've gotten back.

Their first thought was an angel, but normally when you're resurrected by an Angel, they leave a mark. There was always a chance that it was somehow a demon, but that's highly unlikely. The only logical explanation would have to be someone who is seriously into black magic, a witch maybe.

A chill runs down my spine as I stare out the window watching the dark clouds roll in.

I don't think I have ever been more terrified in my life. Who had done this? What if it's someone or something that we don't know of, or aren't prepared for? My powers could be easily manipulated, or at least what's left of them. Where am I to go from here? Sam and Dean are doing all they can to figure out how I got back, but what happens after we figure that out. What if some big bad creature brought me back? I'm only putting more loved ones in danger.

I decide it is in my best interest to take a nap, and stop overthinking the problem before me. Laying on the bed, I get under the blankets, and shut my eyes. I listen as soon after the rain began to hit Bobby's roof.

Pain. Agony.

Gasping for air, but there was none to be found. Maniacal laughter, blood cradling screams echo around this dreaded place.

My body was going numb "DEAN" I scream "SAM" I cry "ANYONE PLEASE" tears sting as they roll out my eyes "PLEASE HELP ME"

My throat was caving in, I could scream and holler repeatedly, but it was not going to be heard. I coughed only to find blood drip from my chin.

Pierces, steel, going through my skin

"PLEASE HELP ME"

"CARSON!" I hear a voice "CARSON!"

Gasping for air I sit up in bed. "Carson are you okay?" I look over to see Dean with concerned eyes followed by Sam behind him.

I coughed, and I coughed, and I swore I could feel blood dripping down my chin. Cautiously picking my had up, I rubbed my chin to find nothing.

"Carson, talk to me? Are you okay?" Dean repeated.

That was the question, was I okay?

Physically, I was fine. Mentally, I was not.

Because what had just happened was not a twisted nightmare, but a memory.

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SUPER SHORT, IM SORRY I NEED TO MAKE THESE LONGER AND I WILL I PROMISE.

also, I want to thank you guys so much. Y'all may not think I read them, but I go through every comment, and I absolutely adore you guys.

When I wrote the first book, I aimed for 100 reads and I thought that was as far as it was gonna go but look where it is now.

I love you guys sfm, and I apologize for the late, short, and shitty update, but I'm still getting into the swing of things.

Please forgive me,

- Casey