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Witches

TW: smoking, cussing

A/N! - background info on y/n, you suffer PTSD from when your sister had been killed by a demon, that's why there is a part where the witch triggers the memory and causes you to scream and panic. Enjoy 🙂

"Grab that right there," I said to him, he sighed and grabbed the book I was pointing to, cigarette ash getting on the table. I wiped it away and then wiped my hands on my jeans, leaving a gray streak on my blue denim. I was John's new partner, basically the brains to his guns. "What's that," he asked.

I flipped through some of the pages, "Witches." His eyebrows furrowed, "Fuck." I nodded flipping through some more pages when he put out his cigarette. I sighed and leaned back in my chair, "This shit is deep", I exclaimed, "you sure you know these are witches I mean they could be something-" he cut me off, "I know, what they are. I'm positive." He was in a bad mood I could tell by the grumpiness in his voice. He sighed, "I'm sorry for shouting I'm just tired." He looked at me, his eyes droopy. "Cmon, let's get going before they close."

I slammed the book shut and grabbed the rest of the stack and headed to the shelves. As I read the names and placed them in the correct places, a cold feeling came over me. I shivered and looked up and down the aisle I was in. I heard footsteps and scooted closer to the bookshelf, awaiting whoever was on their way towards me.

John then popped up from behind the bookshelf, startling me. "John-", he cut me off, placing his hand on my mouth and backing me up against the bookshelf. "SHH. Someone's here, or I think, something." I rolled my eyes, lifting the book in my hand above my head, silently pushing it on top of the shelf so I didn't have to hold it. John watched my hand and nodded at me when I did it successfully. After some time my back started to hurt from all the hardcover books against my back.

I didn't realize how strong John was until now. I could feel his breath on my face as he looked around, inspecting the area. His groin was against my thighs, I liked him this close. A low growl came out of something a few shelves behind our aisle. John's eyebrows furrowed. My breath began to pick up, I was having trouble breathing under his hand, I was scared. My breathing picked up and I started panicking, John noticing and becoming worried. "Hey hey hey," John started, "it's okay, I'm here," he said in a whisper.

His dark brown eyes were burning into mine. I took a few deep breaths through my nose and his hand, and tried to keep quiet until an ominous noise erupted from the bookshelf. John looked up and his eyes fluttered. In confusion I looked up, there she was. A pale woman, floating in mid-air. Her body was abnormally long, her nails were like daggers, and her dirty black hair was flowing in the air. She let out a low growl in frustration. My breath began to pick up again, John shaking his head at me and clutching me harder.

The witch twitched her head side to side, then at us. My heart started pounding even harder, I couldn't catch my breath this time. The witch stared into my eyes, I saw it again, what happened to my sister. The vision of life leaving her body filled my brain again. I let out a muffled scream under John's hand, the witch roaring at us. "SHIT," John yelled, pushing me to the ground. I sat on the floor dazed as books fell everywhere and the library rumbled.

John chanted a prayer while holding his crucifix at the witch. Her body started to burn and she shrieked in pain. "John-" I muttered, my vision becoming blurry, a loud noise ringing in my ear. I passed out on the library floor, and woke up on John's shoulder. I was hanging on his shoulder, watching the back of his feet walk. He started walking upstairs and unlocked his apartment door.

He walked in and pulled me off his shoulder slowly, pushing me onto his couch. I kept my eyes closed and pretended to be asleep as he left for a few seconds and pulled a blanket over me. He fixed the blanket and tucked me in, I could feel his eyes fixed on my face, he rubbed my head pushing the hair off my face. I could feel his head get closer to mine, he kissed my forehead and I opened my eyes when he leaned back. He saw my eyes and his cheeks turned red. "I didn't mean to wake you-," I cut him off and grabbed his face, pulling him into my lips.

After our kiss he smiled, hugging me and pushing me back to the couch, laying on my chest.

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