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chapter thirteen
death's door
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CORDELIA MOORE WAS in the middle of a case when she got a call from a frantic Sam Winchester. She hadn't been able to answer ⸻ but when her phone lit up with multiple notifications, she got worried.
So, there she stood in an abandoned building, machete in hand, clothes covered in vampire blood and the last vampire running at her. She held her phone between her shoulder and ear as she listened to Sam's voicemail.
"...There's been an accident. Dean, he's got... he's got a month at most... apparently all they can do now is keep him comfortable," Sam scoffed through the tears, voice thick with emotion.
Cordelia's face dropped at the words playing in her ear and before she could react to the news, that last vampire ran before her, she shot her leg out, kicking it away ⸻ giving her a chance to pull her phone from between her shoulder and ear. She shoved her phone in her pocket and raised her arm, the sharp end of the blade meeting the neck of the vampire.
Cordelia's arm fell back to her body and she huffed, she dropped the machete to the floor and reached back into her pocket, pulling her phone back to her ear.
"...I've been looking and I can't find anything. I've gotta find somethin', Cordy... and- and I need you here, please. My dad, I've tried callin' him, but he won't... he isn't answering. I just... I really need my best friend right now."
That's where it ended.
Cordelia ran her fingers through her hair in distress, trying to take it all in. Dean was hurt. He only had a few weeks. John wasn't there.
Cordelia had been gone just over a month and this had happened. She lifted her head at the sound of footsteps, eyes settling on Lee and Carter.
She would've been amused at the fact Carter took a step away from Lee after the older man sent him a glare for standing too close to him, but her mind was whirling.
