Chapter Nineteen

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The car ride back to the bunker is silent.

And not that comfortable silence so many people experience. But that awkward unbearable silence that makes you want to crawl into a hole.

We stop at a convenience store about twenty miles from the bunker. Sam claims it's so they can restock on food and water but I'm pretty sure it's so Dean and him can argue without me hearing.

"I'll just um . . . stay in the car," I say.

"Fine," both Dean and Sam say, getting out.

"I did not sign up for this," I mutter, running my hands through my hair as I pull my phone out. Just a few minutes later, Sam walks out of the store, carrying a bag but stops as Dean says something to him.

"And here we go," I mutter.

"Ah what are they arguing about this time?" asks a British voice.

I turn to my right and let out a cry of surprise to see a man sitting beside me!

"Hello Love," he says.

At that instant, Sam and Dean's heads snap towards the car.

"Crowley!" they both yell, jerking the car doors open.

"Zay get out," Dean demands, grabbing my arm and dragging me from the car.

"Who the hell is that!" I cry, taking a deep breath.

"Shhh!" hisses Dean, gripping my arm tighter.

"Crowley is-is the King of Hell," says Sam.

"Of course he is," I mutter. "Wait - I thought Lucifer was the King of Hell?"

Crowley chuckles. "So outdated. Who is this lovely young flower may I ask?" His hand touches my arm and I shrink back closer to Dean.

"She - " Sam hesitates. "She's my daughter."

"Wh-Really?" says Crowley, sounding surprised. He laughs. "So Moose has game after all?"

"What are you doing here Crowley?" demands Dean.

Crowley keeps his eyes on me.

"Just . . . shall I say, checking up?" he smiles. "So long boys."

Then he snaps his fingers and he's gone.

"Wh-What the hell was that?" I demand.

Sam and Dean shake their heads. "No idea," replies Sam.

"Can we please please get out of here?" I say. They both nod.

"Yeah sounds good," says Dean, opening the driver's door.

I sink against the seat, dread nipping at me.

What have I gotten myself into?




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Lol so much Zay ^
Published in like July/Aug 2014

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