NO TIME TO DIE ◦ 𝒔𝒂𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

chapter thirty five.

CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE:
BEAUTIFUL LIAR.

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LARGE PAW PRINTS were spread throughout the junkyard from Rumsfeld's paws. A thin sheet of snow had covered Sioux Falls overnight, snowflakes still continuing to fall from the sky as a snowstorm crossed over South Dakota. Frost crept up the windows of Bobby's house, trying to pry its way into the warm and cozy house as the weather only grew colder. A small fire was going in the fireplace in the living room, some aged books stacked on top of Bobby's desk that he'd been reading through the last few days in hopes of finding out more about angels and the many, many seals that Lilith and the demons might attempt to break next. Rumsfeld was fast asleep on the couch, his paws still partially wet after being let outside not that long ago; he nearly didn't want to come in because he was having so much fun playing in the snow and trying to catch the snowballs Birdie tossed at him with his mouth. Sam and Bobby were both gone to the grocery store——Birdie was told to stay at the house so she wouldn't be able to sneak more snacks into the cart while Bobby wasn't looking——so they could get some groceries before the weather got even worse and the roads would be too slick to drive on. Dean was somewhere inside the house; taking a nap in one of the upstairs bedrooms, Birdie assumed as it'd been almost an hour since she last saw or heard him.

Though, the peace and quiet without any of the boys around was kind of nice, but she wasn't going to tell them that.

They hadn't been at Bobby's very long, having arrived a little past midnight the night before after finishing up their latest case. Bobby had been fast asleep, but he'd woken up as soon as the front door opened. He was ready to grab a gun and shoot whoever dared to break into his home, but as soon as he heard "Ouch! You stepped on my foot, you asshole!" which was immediately followed by a "No, you stepped on my foot!" he put his gun away with a heavy sigh, chuckling to himself when he heard Birdie and the Winchesters bickering as they continued to traipse through the house. Rumsfeld had perked up at the familiar voices and jolted out of the bedroom, more than happy to see Birdie and the boys again.

In the morning, Birdie was the first one awake and had even made the others breakfast (possibly using the rest of Bobby's eggs and bacon), along with starting a fresh batch of coffee. It wasn't long before the others strolled into the room, but half of the coffee was already gone since Birdie started it almost two hours before she actually decided to make breakfast. It was another night full of agonizing nightmares, starring her abusive mother, and Kaiya. Making breakfast had been able to distract her from letting their faces pop up over and over as if on a constant loop. Thankfully though, Birdie slept in the guest room by herself, the boys opting to sleep in the living room so she could have the room to herself——for once. So, no one knew except Felicity. No one else had noticed it or questioned half of the coffee already being gone by the time they all awoke and Birdie was grateful for it. As much as she appreciated their concern, she just preferred not to talk about certain things.