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...
Everybody wants to go to Heaven, but nobody wants to die.
- Bring Me The Horizon
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DEAN AND I DRIVE IN SILENCE.
We both know that we would come to regret this. But we also realize that sometimes, regret is necessary. We have to fight.
As we pull into Stull Cemetery, it is midday, and I can see both Sam’s body and Adam’s in front of one another, ready to fight. “Just in time.” I whisper to Dean. It's the first word spoken since we got in the Impala.
He nods, pulling right up to them before shutting the engine off. I shuffle out of the car, following his lead.
“Howdy, boys.” Dean says, “Sorry, am I interrupting something?” He shuts his door and drops his playful façade. “Hey, we need to talk.”
“Dean. Rowan.” Lucifer acknowledges. “Even for you guys, this is a whole new mountain of stupid.”
“When have you known me to go out quietly?” I ask him tauntingly. I bite my lip to stop my ragged breaths from escaping. I realize that I have a façade too. I come off snarky and brave.
In reality, I am a small terrified girl from Topeka. I never asked for any of this. And I can hardly remember when I didn't wake up in a panic. When I didn't have nightmares asleep only to wake up to one. This is who I am now.
“I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to Sam.” Dean says to Lucifer.
“You’re no longer the vessel, Dean.” Michael says. “And Rowan, you aren’t a part of this story. Neither of you got any right to be here.”
“Adam if you are in there somewhere, I am so sorry.” Dean apologizes.
“I think I’d like to have a chat with Adam sometime. Haven’t ever met him.” I shrug. More of my front.
“Adam isn’t home right now.” Michael comments.
“Well, then you’re next on my list, buttercup. But right now we need five minutes with him.” Dean says.
“You little maggots!” Michael says angrily. “You are not a part of this story!”
I raise a hand, shoving him back a few paces. “Personal bubble, pal.” The use of my power sends a thrill through my body. Adrenaline that eases my anxiety as it courses through my veins. Maybe it's because I know I'm not defenseless. Maybe it's because of where those powers came from.
