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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"CROWLEY IS A DEMON." Dean says.
"He has the colt. We need to find him.” Cas says to me as we walk through the underpass of a bridge. On the phone, Dean talks to Cas supplying him with information.
“And he’s supposed to be here?” I ask, cringing as I step in a puddle of water. “I just soaked my sneakers in mud.”
“Wait-” He steps behind a concrete support beam, pulling me with him.
“What?” I ask, looking past the beam. I see a man in a black coat kissing another man in a suit. “Oh. Which one is he?”
“Got him.” Cas says to Dean over the phone. “He’s the one in the black coat.” He says to me before resuming his conversation with Dean. “The demon Crowley is making a deal. Even as we speak, it’s…going…down.”
I laugh lightly,, realizing Cas is uncomfortable. I grab the phone from him. “They’re making out. It’s quite a show. Carry on.” I hand the phone back to Cas.
“Uh, yeah.” He says.
“Okay, huggy bear. Just don’t lose him.” I hear Dean says to Cas, clearly mocking how uncomfortable he is.
“We won’t.” He answers before hanging up. “He’s on the move, let’s go.” I nod and follow Cas as we trail the crossroads demon.
When the demon teleports, I furrow my eyebrows. “Are we gonna-” Before I can finish my sentence, Cas grabs my forearm, teleporting after the demon.
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“We followed him.” Cas says to Dean on the phone. We had just played a game of cat and mouse around America, leading us to what looks like a safe house. “It’s not far, but…it’s layered in Enochian warding magic. I can’t get in and I won’t let Rowan go by herself.”
“That’s okay.” I hear Dean say on the other line. “You did great. We’ll take it from here.”
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When Sam and Dean arrived, they had brought company. A girl named Jo and her mother Ellen, both hunters, came to help us. It was nightfall when they got here, but we made do and hatched a plan.
Both Jo and I walk up to the gate of Crowley’s residence. Since it was private, there was a buzzer that needed to be rung. We both walked up there, figuring there was safety in numbers.
“Yeah?” A male voice asks after Jo presses the ringer.
“Hello? My car broke down. W-we need some help.” Jo states, shivering.
“W-we just need to use your phone.” I add, crossing my arms to appear cold, though it really is chilly out.
