"Come on!"
Dean's voice finally snapped Sam and I out of our trances and the elder Winchester tried to pull us both with him away from the sigil. As we ran toward the doors, they slammed shut again, trapping us inside. We rattled the doors, but it was just like when Ruby tried to keep Dean and I out. The high pitched whine associated with angel's voices began and we turned back toward the light.
"I'm coming for you, Ecclesia," I heard a sinister voice say.
I swallowed hard, sinking down beside Sam and Dean, who were both covering their ears. I turned my head, burying it in Dean's shoulder, my eyes shut tight as we waited for our death... but it never came. Readjusting ourselves, we looked around, finding ourselves seated together on a plane.
"What the hell?" Dean asked, too shocked to register that we were flying right now.
"I don't know," Sam shook his head.
"Folks, a quick word from our flight deck," the pilot's voice sounded over the intercom. "We're just passing over Ilchester, then Ellicott City, on our initial descent into Baltimore."
"Ilchester?" I repeated. "Weren't we just there?"
Suddenly, a bright pillar of light shot into the sky from down below, the shock waves throwing the plane off kilter. The few people who'd gotten up when the pilot gave the okay were thrown around the plane, screaming. Oxygen masks dropped down, and we all put ours on as the light grew louder and the high pitched noise returned.
"Ecclesia!" the same sinister voice called in a sing-song.
Dean looked out the window, his fear of flying finally catching up to him.
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We had gotten a rental car and were heading back to Chuck's once the plane finally landed safely on the ground.
"-and Governor O'Malley urged calm saying it's very unlikely an abandoned convent would be a target for terrorists, either foreign or homegrown," the announcer on the radio was saying.
"Change the station," Dean growled.
Sam reached over, poking a button on the radio.
"-Hurricane Kinley, unexpectedly slamming into the Galveston area-"
Another push.
"-announced a successful test of the North Korean nuclear-"
Another.
"-a series of tremors-"
And again.
"-swine flu-"
Fed up, I leaned forward and shut the radio off, sending the car into total silence.
"Guys, look-" Sam sighed.
"Don't say anything," Dean growled, cutting him off.
There was a pause, and then...
"It's okay. We just got to keep our heads down and hash this out, alright?"
Another pause.
"Yeah, okay," Sam agreed.
"Alright, well first things first- how did we end up on Soul Plane?" Dean asked.
"Angels, maybe?" Sam suggested. "I mean, you know, beaming us out of harm's way?"
"Well, whatever," I chimed in from the backseat. "It's the least of our worries. We need to find Cass."
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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...
