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+ //
Book...
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“YEAH, I KNOW. Just tell us where you are. I need to talk to you.” I say to Dean over the phone.
“You sound serious. Was leisuring not very fun?” He asks me sarcastically. I roll my eyes.
“No, Dean. It wasn’t. Please just answer the question. This is important.”
“Are you pregnant?” He asks jokingly.
“Dean.” I warn.
“Okay! Okay, we’re in Wellington, Ohio. The motel just off the highway. Take the right exit.”
I hang up, not wanting to hear anymore of Dean’s nonsense. I open the door to my motel room and enter. Cas sits at the couch, watching something on the TV. “He’s in a motel in Wellington, Ohio.” I tell Cas.
He nods, getting up from his seated position. “Okay, let’s go.” He says. I shake my head.
“Maybe I should just go…” I tell him slowly, still awkward about last night. “It’s just that I don’t know how they’ll react and I don’t want you getting in the crossfire.”
“Of course. If that’s what you want.” He says. He places two fingers on my forehead, sending me to Dean.
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I jump when I’m suddenly with Dean, clearly in Ohio. “I’m never getting used to that.” I state. Dean nods, watching something on TV. I furrow my eyebrows as two doctors make out in an elevator.
“What are you watching?” Sam asks, emerging from the bathroom.
“It’s a hospital show. Dr. Sexy, M.D.. I think it’s based on a book.” Dean says, his eyes not leaving the TV once.
“When did you hit menopause?” Sam asks, chuckling. “Hey, Rowan.”
“Hi.” I say back weakly.
“It’s called channel surfing.” Dean says.
“You ready?” Sam asks Dean as he puts on a suit.
“Yeah. Rowan, you coming?” He asks.
“Where?”
“We have a case. Guy got his head ripped off.” Dean says.
“Oh.” I say, defeated. They really didn’t have the time to hear about my problems. “Uh, do you have my suit?” I ask Sam.
“Yeah, it’s in my bag, let me get it.” He goes to one of the beds and begins digging for my F.B.I. suit.
“Why is your suit in his bag?” Dean asks jokingly.
“I didn’t have enough room in mine.” I say, smiling at the silliness of it all, which is a welcoming break.
