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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“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO?!”
Dean’s response to our confession is not the one we were hoping for. But it is the one both Sam and I expected.
“Dean―” Sam tries to say. I bite my lip to prevent myself from being sarcastic, knowing it won’t help our current predicament.
“No, don’t ‘Dean’ me.” Dean says. “I mean you- you have had some stupid ideas in the past. But this―” He looks at Bobby who wheels into the kitchen with us. “Did you know about this?”
“What?” Bobby asks.
“About Sam's genius plan to say yes to the devil? About Rowan’s brilliant plan to become an apocalyptic martyr?” Dean asks. Bobby nods in response. “Well thanks for the heads up!”
“Hey, this ain’t about me.” Bobby says.
“You guys can’t do this.” Dean says.
“That’s the consensus.” Sam replies.
“All right. Awesome.” Dean says. “Then end of discussion.” The conversation is thankfully cut short when his phone rings. He sighs, pulling it out of his pocket and answering. “This isn’t over.” Dean points to us.
“Clearly.” I comment.
“Hello?” Dean asks into the phone. “Cas?” I perk my head up, much more interested in the conversation now.
“Is he okay?” Sam asks.
I furrow my eyebrows. “What happened?” I ask. “Why wouldn’t he be okay?”
“We all thought you were dead. Where the Hell are you man?” Dean asks.
“Wait a minute, he was dead!?” I ask incredulously. “And you didn’t think to mention this?”
“Are you okay?” Dean asks him, ignoring my outburst. To be fair, I had my suspicions but I didn’t want to ask. I didn’t want to know. Seeing as how they thought the angel was dead, I’m glad I didn’t ask. “You want to elaborate?”
“What’s going on?” I ask, but am quieted when Dean holds out a finger, signaling me to be silent. I bite my lip as anxiety swarms by body, sending an aching feeling to my fingertips.
“S-so a hospital?” He chuckles. “Well, uh, I got to tell you man― you’re just in time. We figured out a way to pop Satan’s box…It’s a long story but look, we’re going after Pestilence now so if you wanna zap over here…What do you mean?”
