"I'm sitting in a laundromat, reading about myself sitting in a laundromat reading about myself. My head hurts."
Dean glanced up from the pages Chuck had given us in his hand. Sam was at one of the machines doing his laundry and I was sitting next to Dean on another machine.
"There's got to be something this guy's not telling us," Sam said, tossing his laundry into the machine as Dean continued to read from the page.
"'Sam tossed his gigantic darks into the machine. He was starting to have doubts about Chuck, about whether he was telling the whole truth.'"
"Stop it," Sam said.
"'Stop it,' Sam said,'" Dean read, then glanced up. "Guess what you do next."
Sam turned his back to us, continuing to do his laundry.
"'Sam turned his back on Dean and Ellie, his face brooding and pensive,'" Dean continued reading. "I mean, I don't know how he's doing it, but this guy's doing it. I can't see your face, but those are definitely you 'brooding and pensive' shoulders."
I snickered as Sam let out an exasperated sigh.
"You just thought I was a dick," Dean said, glancing at the manuscript again.
Sam turned back, an impressed smirk on his face.
"The guy's good."
I snickered again as Dean scowled at his brother.
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Chuck called us back to the house, and from what we heard over the phone, it sounded urgent. When we arrived, he just paced back and forth as if building up the courage to speak while holding more papers in his hands.
"So... you wrote another chapter?" Sam asked slowly.
"This was all so much easier before you were real," Chuck muttered.
"We can take it; just spit it out," I told him gently.
"You especially are not gonna like this," the writer directed at Dean.
"I didn't like Hell."
"It's Lilith," Chuck swallowed. "She's coming for Sam."
"Coming to kill him?" Dean raised an eyebrow.
"When?" Sam asked.
"Tonight."
"She's just gonna show up? Here?" I asked.
"Uh... Let's see," Chuck put a pair of glasses on, reading from the pages in his hand. "'Lilith patted the bed seductively. Unable to deny his desire, Sam succumbed, and they sank into the throes of fiery demonic passion.'"
A laugh emitted from Sam's lips and Dean and I looked over at him.
"You're kidding me, right?" he inquired.
"You think this is funny?" Dean shot at him.
"You don't? I mean, come on. 'Fiery demonic passion'?"
"It's just a first draft," Chuck defended quietly.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait," I held up a hand. "Lilith is a little girl."
"No, uh, this time she's a 'comely dental hygienist from Bloomington, Indiana,'" Chuck corrected, glancing at the paper again.
"Great. Perfect," Dean rolled his eyes. "So what happens after the... 'fiery demonic' whatever?"
"I don't know, it hasn't come to me yet."
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She Talks to Angels | {BOOK 2}
Fanfiction-BOOK 2 IN THE DAWSON'S DAUGHTER SERIES- ___ It's been four months since Dean went to Hell, and they've all taken it pretty hard. However, when Ellie hears her angel's voice in her head for the first time since the attack, it starts a chain of event...
