Angels, demons, Lilith and the 66 seals.
Ever since the intervention of rescuing the eldest Winchester from Hell and bringing him back to life, the angels explain that they've arrived on Earth for the first time in two decades in order to prevent th...
A soft frown graced Madelyn's features as she peered down at her best friend with curious blue eyes.
"Sam?" She quizzed and poked his nose gently.
Meanwhile, in his astral projection form, Dean had sat up on the bed as his verdant gaze flickered around the room as it appeared to have drained from its full colours to shades of blue.
"Well, nothing like shooting blanks." He muttered and turned towards the psychic. "What's plan B?"
But he had received no answer from Pamela.
Arching a brow, the eldest hunter looked over at his younger brother's body, lying on the bed with Madelyn poking his nose, before he glanced over his shoulder to find the tall hunter standing with his arms spread.
He shifted his gaze towards his own body, where Camryn still held his hand with their fingers entwined.
"Oh, I'm so feeling up Demi Moore." He said.
"Dude." Sam deadpanned.
"Alright, so, I'm assuming you're somewhere over the rainbow. Remember I have to bring you back." Pamela announce into thin air and got up from her chair, walking over to Sam's body. "I'll whisper the incantation in your ear."
The hunters watched as Pamela leaned over the youngest Winchester, her lips just inches away from his ear.
"You have got a great ass." She whispered.
Sam cleared his throat awkwardly as Dean's gaze darted between him and the psychic.
"What'd she--" He quizzed curiously. "What'd she say?"
The shaggy haired male shrugged his shoulders lightly in response but his attention was caught by a certain blonde Nephilim huntress.
"He does." Madelyn responded as a smirk tugged at the corners of her lips. "You should see him shirtless."
A sudden pause engulfed the room as the young huntress' blue gaze widened slightly in realisation.
"I'm sorry." She immediately apologised to the psychic. "That was insensitive.. Um.. You should feel his abs.."
The dark haired woman simply smiled. "Relax, Madelyn. I know what you meant" She replied with a soft laugh, putting an ease to the blonde's nerves. "You're a lucky girl. You've got a keeper here. The both of you do."
Madelyn met her sister's gaze and smiled softly before she glanced down at her best friend. "Be safe, Sammy.." She whispered and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead before she glanced over to the eldest hunter. "You too, Dean.."
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The boys walked along the street, their eyes darting around their surroundings that were still shaded blue.
They stepped onto the sidewalk as a car had gone past, when all of a sudden a jogger had jogged right through Sam. It seemed as if she hadn't noticed them at all.
Which meant that the plan had definitely worked.
Dean laughed as he watched the woman continue jogging without a care in the world before he turned towards his brother.
"That was wild." He said with a grin as Sam stared at him incredulously.
A mischievous glint shone in the sandy haired male's eyes before he suddenly stuck his hand into the taller hunter's chest - right up to his elbow.
The shaggy haired male looked down at it before he looked up at his older brother, his expression stony.
"Am I making you uncomfortable?" Dean asked.
"Get out of me." Sam said with a sigh.
The eldest hunter pulled his arm back as he rolled his eyes slightly, a mischievous glint still sparkling in his verdant green gaze. "You're such a prude." He responded. "Come on."
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"Oh, man, we've been spooking this town for hours." Dean said as both him and Sam had crossed the street, their breaths visible in the cold. "No demons, no black smoke."
Sam released a heavy sigh before a feeling of him being watched hit him out of the blue. Furrowing his brow slightly, he shifted his hazel gaze upwards, towards the right.
"Hey. Three o'clock" He stated, grabbing his brother's attention before he nodded towards a house. "Kid in the window."
The 6'1" hunter followed his gaze only to find a little boy looking directly at them from an upstairs window.
"Am I crazy or is he looking at us?" The 6'4" hunter asked, his eyes never straying away from the boy in the window.
"It's 'cause we've seen him before." Dean answered simply.
"We have?" Sam quizzed.
"Newspaper." The eldest replied. "Cole Griffith, the last person to die in this town."
Suddenly, Cole flickered and quickly vanished which forced the brothers to tear their gazes away from the window to look at each other.
