When Dean Winchester finds himself at the mercy of Bella Talbot, desperate for information that might save his soul, he crosses paths with Nadia Turner-the strong-willed, fiercely independent daughter of hunter Rufus Turner. Though the connection be...
A lot's happened since I almost slept with Dean. Not with us, but with me.
Lately, I can't stop listening to people's thoughts. I don't mean to, but it's like they're just spilling into my mind. Sam, for one, is constantly torn between whether he should keep using his powers or leave Ruby behind. He's always debating it—arguing with himself, I guess—but what gets to me is that Ruby keeps reaching out, pulling him back in, even when he tries to push her away. It's exhausting just hearing the back and forth.
Dean, on the other hand, is a whole mess of things. He's pushing his memories of Hell as far down as he can, but they don't stay buried for long. When they come up, it's like he's running from them, but that's not all. He's constantly thinking about Sam—worrying about Sam—and then, there's me. He thinks about me more than I thought he would, but he doesn't know that I know. And honestly? It's probably better that way.
I try not to listen, I really do. But sometimes, the thoughts are so loud, it's like they're screaming in my head. It's easier when it's just the three of us, when we're by ourselves, but when we're in public, it's a different story. The noise is everywhere—other people's thoughts, their worries, their desires. I try to shut it all out, but the harder I try, the more curious I get. And curiosity? That's always my downfall. Especially when I'm bored or restless.
It's not just their thoughts I hear, though. I hear prayers, too. As crazy as that sounds. Some are heavy, desperate—others are just people saying grace, thanking God for their meals. The noise never stops. I can't escape it. It's like this constant weight pressing down on my mind, pulling me in a million different directions, and it's getting harder to focus on what I want to think about.
That's why I've been pulling away from Dean. I hate it, but it's like I don't have a choice. I can't keep up the constant banter, pretending like everything's normal when I can't even focus on my own thoughts. It's draining, mentally and emotionally. I'm supposed to be one of the good guys, a hunter, but this angel thing? It's becoming more and more real, and it's only making everything feel heavier.
The world already weighs on me as a hunter—the constant fight, the constant loss—and now this otherworldly mess is just making everything worse. I feel like I'm being stretched in a million different directions, and no matter which way I turn, I'm getting pulled further away from the life I knew.
And now... now I'm hearing the voices again.
They've been talking about a girl named Anna Milton. They say she needs to be found, tried for her crimes. There's a heaviness to the way they say it, like she's important somehow, like her fate matters
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