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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WHEN I WAKE UP, the first thing I notice is the smell of must, and then the blackness of the area. I try to move but find there are restraints on my hands and feet. I’m sat in a chair.
I squirm when I see a flashlight. I try to speak but end up coughing instead. “Rowan? Row, oh my god.” Dean says. He unties my hands, leaving me to untie my feet.
“Where are we?” I ask.
“Adam is dead. That wasn’t Adam we met.” He says to me.
I get up and rub my head. “What do we do?” I ask.
“We get the hell out of here.” He says to me. He runs up to a door and starts banging it, trying to break it. Then he sees something glass on the ceiling.
“We can break that.” I tell him. He nods and breaks a piece of wood off of a coffin on the other side of the small room. “Is that…” I trail off, knowing it’s Adam’s body. Dean nods.
“Watch out.” He says and gets on top of the coffin, ready to break the glass. I stand back and watch it happen, flinching every time I hear the loud noise.
I watch him pull himself up. Once he’s up, I see his head peer over the ledge. “Okay, Row, I’m going to lift you up. Just stand on the coffin.” Dean says. I nod and ignore the fear pooling in my stomach. I step onto the casket and grab Dean’s hand.
Unsurprisingly, he pulls me up with a small amount of effort. Not that I’m super small, but he’s strong. “We need to get to Sam.” Dean tells me when we’re both out of the room. I nod, running after him.
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When we get to Adam’s house, we burst in, both holding a gun in our hand. “Remember how to shoot?” He asks me.
“Yeah.” I say, turning the safety off. I follow Dean into the kitchen, where the creature has Sam.
“Three, two, one…” Dean counts. “Hey!” He screams and shoots the fake Adam.
“Guys! They’re ghouls!” Sam screams. I think back to when Bobby taught me lore. Ghouls mean head-shot.
Without hesitation, I hold up my gun, aiming it at the mother ghoul and shoot it, the dead ghoul falls to the ground. Dean goes to untie Sam when the Ghoul mimicking Adam grabs him and throws him through a wall. I take this time to untie Sam myself.
I scramble to undo the buckles and panic as I see the wounds bleeding profusely all over Sam’s dying body. “Uh-uh, not dying today.” I ramble, struggling to get the restraints undone.
Finally, I figure it out and get Sam free. I look over to Dean and see him smashing the Ghoul’s head, repeatedly. “Dean! Help!” I yell, panic evident as my voice breaks. This seems to snap him out of his trance and he runs over to help stop Sam’s bleeding.
