Season of the Witch

Part 5

I will not be writing smut at any part of this. The characters are minors and it makes me uncomfortable /s
Anyways yea sorry bout the seriousness just wanted to let you guys know:)!
Word count: 1653
This one is a bit shorter compared to the rest sorry

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You were pulling your white-and-rainbow tee back on, even though the sweat on your skin made it clingy. You were still content in your choice, and repeatedly impressed this upon Chuck, who looked almost sickly with the thought that you might regret it.

After you returned from the bathroom, you crawled back into his bed to share it with him in a different way, but you made it a point to still be close to him and nuzzled your head into the crook of his arm, resting a hand on his still-bare chest.

He wrapped the rest of his arm around you and you laid in peaceful silence for a few minutes.

"I...I still love you, you know." He said.

"Was I meant to be doubting it?" You laughed lightly, slightly picking your head up to look at him in disbelief.

"No. No! I just wanted you to know."

"I love you too, although...I didn't think that would change anyway." You looked at him curiously. You weren't sure what point he was trying to make, but the possible implications made your heart want to stutter to a stop. "I...did it change anything for you?" You had to know.

"No! I mean, not in a bad way. Of course, everything is different, but definitely in the best way possible." He smiled reassuringly at you, the dimples winning you over yet again. You exhaled in relief.

"Good. Now go to sleep. You keep aiming to give me a heart attack." You teased and pushed his head down deeper into his pillow before snuggling back into your place against him.

A few hours later, you were awoken with a start. Chuck sat bolt upright in a cold sweat, frantically looking around the room and panting. His eyes settled on you and filled with solace when he realized that this was reality and that you were there; he wasn't alone.

"Are you okay?" You asked, your voice strained from both exhaustion and fear. He started to calm down and regain some of his coloring, looking less and less pale by the moment.

"Yeah...I just. I just had that dream again." He let out one long, ragged sigh, "I'm so glad you're here though, that I know it wasn't real." He remained sitting up, trying to regain his composure.

"Yeah, it's okay. I'm still here. Not going anywhere." You soothed, stroking his arm and trying to get him to settle down. Luckily, the rest of the evening went more smoothly and he fell into a deep, yet fitful sleep and the two of you were able to at least get some rest.

You awoke the next morning, a little before seven and figured it was the best time to start getting ready. You had to make the most out of the hours you had before another story was written.

You had contacted Stella as soon as Chuck was roused, and she told you to meet her and Ramon at a particular phone booth on Main St. You arrived at the spot at around 7:30 AM with Chuck in tow, fidgeting with the hems of the sleeves of his blue and gray plaid overshirt.

While he had remained asleep, his dreamstate didn't improve and he still had the dark rings under his eyes of exhaustion. You did your best to distract him and to elevate his mood, but you knew that he was hesitant about today's adventure. When you spotted Stella, she explained that it might be possible to find and speak to Lulu Baptiste, the girl who supposedly taught Sarah black magic.

"Great. Going to see another witch to fight a witch. No way that can go wrong," Chuck joked dryly.

"I think it's the best shot we have. Think about it, what do we actually know about Sarah? If we can talk to someone who was alive then, someone who truly knew her, we might have a chance?" Stella urged him to take the possibility and entered the phone booth with Ramon, who was already scouring the pages of the phonebook to find the woman you were set to hound for answers.