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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"ROWAN WE NEED YOU TO SNAP OUT OF IT!" Dean yells at me, I move around in his arms. I feel him put me down.
"Dean?" I ask, confused. I tear my eyes away to watch the doors slam close on Sam. It is locked. I grab onto the wall as I try to pull myself up and with a few painful but quick attempts, I manage to stand. I look back at the blinding light. "He's coming..." I whisper.
Dean steps towards me and grabs my hand. "Come on, we have to get out of here." Dean says to me.
"I could try-"
"No." Dean says, shutting down the idea of using my powers again. "You get weaker every time you use them. It probably won't work anyways."
I nod, knowing this is Lucifer we're up against. Lucifer.
We hear a deep growl from inside of the whole and we all turn towards it, I push my back against the doors that keep us in. A high pitch brings both Sam and Dean to their knees but the sound seems to invite me in. I feel entranced, and I feel myself take a few steps towards the gate to Lucifer's cage.
"Rowan!" I hear Sam yell behind me. I hear it, but the words don't seem to register in my mind. I reach my hand out, trying to touch the light. But I never make it.
I gasp as I find myself in an airplane, sat beside Sam and Dean. The pilot speaks a few words into the speakers but I can't seem to understand it.
"Ilchester? Weren't we just there?" Dean asks. It seems to be the only thing I can make out. My mind keeps going back to the light. How could something so evil...so dark look that bright, that innocent? I wonder, hoping there aren't any angels tuning into my thoughts, if that is even how the communication between the angels and I works.
"Rowan? Rowan snap out of it!" Dean says, shaking my arm. My wide eyes meet his worried and angry ones. "Why did you go towards the light! Why did you walk towards the gate Rowan?" Dean asks angrily.
"I-I don't know." I tell him honestly.
"What do you mean you don't know?"
I gasp as the plane starts shaking and masks fall from the ceiling. Sam grabs his and mine, making sure I put mine on first. For a moment, I believe we're about to die.
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We sit in a rental car; Dean driving and Sam sitting in the passenger seat. The sky is dark and the road is lit only by our headlights. The events at the convent are recited on the radio, only it is presented as if it was a terrorist attack, and in a way...it was.
"Change the station." Dean says to Sam, not wanting to hear about our failure any longer. Sam proceeds to do so, only to find the stations to be talking about the global disaster that had struck. Sam turns it off, giving up.
