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Blake Winchester wasn't like her father or uncle. She wasn't strong, she wasn't one to go straight to violence.
She was soft, she was sweet, she was shy, she was, sometimes, clumsy.
Follow Blake as she learns that she had to be mor...
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The night was quiet in the blue coloured motel room. The brother's asleep in their own beds. Blake and Milo were awake on the pull out couch. A book in the little Winchester's lap. One that she had kinda stolen from her uncle—but for good reason.
Along with Sam, she was doing her best at looking for anything that could help her her father out of his deal.
Though she hardly understood most of the book itself, she marked what looked important and what could be of use. She would have to show her uncle at some point and she hoped she wouldn't get in trouble for writing in his books.
"Hey, Blake?"
Blinking out of focus, the girl turned to face her special friend. The boy had grown to mean so much to her, and vowed to never let anything happen to him.
"Yeah?" She said, with a sigh, she closed the book and put it aside. She would continue her search tomorrow.
"Do you wonder about our soul thing?" He asked. He fiddled with his thumbs and looked down at his lap. She noticed he only really talked fully to her. Sure he talked with her father and uncle, but it was mostly one worded answers and never full sentences. She had always wondered why.
"Yeah. All the time." She said. Her words were true. Ever since finding Milo, and discovering their special soul, she's always questioned , why her?
"Why?"
"Oh, well, I had this weird dream one time—this man, he told me—-I don't really remember.....but it was something about our souls."
Those were the most words Blake's ever heard him speak before. Scrunching up her brow, she paused to think. She's had dreams like that—well, she'd have "dreams" like that where her mother would appear and talk to her...maybe someone else was doing the same to Milo.
"You don't remember what they said?"
The boy shook his head. "No. All I remember him saying was something about angels..."
Blake's mouth gaped open. "Angels, really?"
He nodded his head. Blake felt her heart beat grow fast. Was she right, was her mother some type of Angel thing?
