NO TIME TO DIE ◦ 𝒔𝒂𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

chapter twenty two.

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO:
RISING OF THE WITNESSES.

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SEATED IN A rickety old chair next to Bobby's desk in the living room, Birdie's dark eyes were narrowed as she looked between Sam and Dean who were in the kitchen. Bobby was at his desk, a book placed in front of him with a few more stacked off on both sides of the surface with a dimming fire going in the fireplace behind him. The dusty lamp in the corner of the desk was turned on and pointed toward the book he'd been reading for the last few minutes, his eyes trying to skim over the many words, but it was proving to be difficult as Sam and Dean bickered back and forth.

"Well, then tell me what else it could be."

"Look, all I know is I was not fuckin' groped by an angel."

"Okay, look, Dean." Birdie casually leaned back in the chair, letting out a heavy sigh. Bobby turned to the next page in the book, huffing in annoyance as he lifted his head. "Why do you think this Castiel would lie to you about it?"

"Maybe he's some kind of demon," Dean said. "Demons lie."

Sam threw his head back with frustration, holding out his hand as Dean moved towards the kitchen counter. Birdie still wasn't sold on the idea that an angel had managed to pull Dean out of Hell, but she didn't feel like voicing her thoughts and getting dragged into their argument at the moment. "A demon who's immune to salt rounds and devil's traps. . .and Ruby's knife?! Dean, fucking Lilith is scared of that damn thing!"

Dean leaned against the counter, sternly facing Sam who was still seated at the table. "Don't you think that if angels were real, that some hunter somewhere would have seen one. . .at some point. . .ever?"

"Yeah," Sam said, nodding his head. "You just did, Dean."

"I'm tryna to come up with a theory here, okay?" Dean harshly snapped, narrowed eyes pinned on Sam. "Work with me."

"Dean, we have a theory."

"Yeah, one with a little less fairy dust on it, please."

Birdie rolled her eyes, turning her head towards Bobby who met her gaze. "Is this why you always forced us to play outside when we were kids?"

"Yes," Bobby nonchalantly answered. Birdie blinked in surprise, not actually expecting Bobby to admit it. He glanced at her when she kept her eyes on him, shrugging his shoulders when he noticed her expression.

"——not gonna believe that this thing is a fuckin' Angel of the Lord because it says so!"

The two looked at the Winchesters again, seeing Dean standing in front of Sam, both of them looking incredibly frustrated with each other over the never-ending back and forth argument. Neither of them were about to back down and admit defeat.