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...
Maybe I’m still alive, but my heart is beating slow.
- Billie Eilish
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I CRINGE AS SAM AND DEAN DRAIN DEMONS OF THEIR BLOOD.
After a long heartfelt conversation shared between my brothers, Dean gave us the okay to go ahead with our plan. To do so, we had to get gallons of demon blood for Sam. Something I did not wish to participate in.
When we exit the building, Dean walks over to Bobby while I go to Cas. I’ve been wanting to talk to him about this since my death has been a definite thing. “What are you going to do when all this is over?” I ask him.
Cas sighs. “I haven’t really thought about it.”
“When we tried killing Lucifer the first time, when he killed me instead…I was ready.” I say, clearing my throat, “I was ready to die.”
“What are you saying?” Cas asks me.
“I’m not ready to die.” I say quietly, my voice breaking. “I’m not even twenty. I don’t want to die-”
“You don’t have to.” Cas says. “Sam can try taking over himself.”
“It’s not enough.” I say quickly. “Sam needs all the help he can get, and this…this is how I help.”
“For the record,” Cas tells me, “I don’t…want you to die either.”
I laugh, though it feels forced. “Aren’t we just bible-buddies.”
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In the Impala, Dean drives to Detroit through the night sky. Beside me in the back, Castiel sleeps quietly, snoring slightly. “Aw. Ain’t he a little angel.” Dean coos sarcastically.
“Is he…supposed to do that?” I ask, confused.
“Angels don’t sleep.” Sam says sharply.
“I do.” I comment, “But I’m like a Nephilim on supernatural steroids, so…”
“You guys, I’ve got a bad feeling about this.” Dean confesses.
“You’d be nuts to have a good feeling about it.” Sam says.
“You know what I mean. Detroit.” I nod, knowing that’s where Lucifer said he’d possess Sam. “He always said he’d jump your bones in Detroit. Here we are.” Dean says.
