WARNING BEFORE READING: THIS SERIES IS TEMPORARILY DISCONTINUED, I PLAN TO SLOWLY REWRITE THIS BOOK
SCREAM (v)
utter a piercing cry
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She wants somethings more than herself. She gets something more than she can handle.
// Set in Season 4+ //
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"ROW, YOU OKAY?" Dean asks me as we drive to some small town in Illinois.
"Yeah." I say flatly as we head to a supposed case.
"You don't sound fine." Sam says, noticing my tone, that and the fact I've been staring at my hand for the past twenty minutes.
"Yeah." I say, not even registering his inquiry. I gasp as Dean swerves the car to the side of the road. "Dean! What the hell?" I say as he stops the car. Sam looks to him with wide eyes, silently asking the same question.
"Row, we've made it this far with you opening up to us. If something is on your mind, you say it. Or at least you have up until this point. We're aren't going to stop talking now." He says to me.
"What happens if Lucifer gets out?" I ask blatantly.
"How did you find out about that?" Sam asks me.
"Opening up and talking, huh." I say sarcastically, now knowing they openly hid the pending apocalypse from me.
"Where did you hear that? From your little angel tune-in thing?" Dean asks, referencing the fact I can sometimes hear what they call "angel radio".
"No, Cas told me." I say, being vague.
"Wait, when did you speak to Cas?" Sam asks me.
"When you left me at Bobby's. He wanted to talk to me." I tell them.
"About what?" Sam asks me.
I shrug. "I don't know, maybe about the end of the frickin' world." I say sarcastically.
Dean sighs. "We wanted you left out of this Row." He tells me.
"Yeah, and when would I find out? When you defeated the literal Devil, or when he came and kicked all our asses because he's- oh yeah, the frickin' Devil." I rant.
"We have it under control, we saw no reason to involve you." Sam tells me. I shake my head.
"Why? Because I just found out about hunting? About you? Or maybe because I just watched my mom die a little over a week ago!" I yell.
The car goes silent on the roadside. "Row..." Dean says.
Tears well up in my eyes. "Oh my god." I whisper. "Oh my god." I quickly pull the handle, opening the backdoor on the car, and get out of it.
"Hey, Rowan, where are you going?" Sam asks me.
"A walk." I say quietly. I hear two car doors slam and I assume they're behind me. I ignore them and keep walking.
"There isn't anything for miles, where do you plan to go?" Dean asks me. My breath hitches in my throat and I realize he's right. I don't have anywhere to go. I know he meant there isn't anything around us for miles, but I really don't have anywhere to go.
