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𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫..."
In which Odessa Whitlock is pulled back into a violent, bloody life she tried so hard to escape.
𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑶𝒏𝒆
𝑺𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍 (𝒔𝟎𝟐 - 𝒔𝟎...
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Ever since the incident with Andrew Gallagher and his murderous twin brother, there hadn't been any new cases involving people with abilities. The absence of activity meant they were still nowhere near catching Yellow Eyes, and the frustration gnawed at Odessa— a slow-burning ember of impatience and dread.
She hated the waiting, the endless parade of cases that felt more like distractions than progress, each one leading them further from the truth. And the visions— God, the visions. They had only grown stronger, more vivid, more haunting. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him. Taunting her. Daring her to find him.
Each time, the visions left her breathless, heart pounding like a war drum in her chest. They weren’t just glimpses anymore... they were full, relentless nightmares, dragging her into a world where she could feel the heat of hellfire on her skin, smell the acrid stench of sulfur in the air. She could hear his voice, low and mocking, curling around her like a serpent.
She would jolt awake, her pulse racing, the ghost of his laughter still ringing in her ears. Odessa knew these weren’t just dreams. They were warnings. Messages. And every time she tried to push them aside, to pretend they weren’t eating away at her, they came back stronger.
She didn’t tell Sam or Dean how bad it was getting. She didn’t want them looking at her like she was fragile, like she was one more problem to solve. But the truth gnawed at her. The longer they went without a lead, the harder it was to shake the feeling that the demon was always one step ahead— watching, waiting, playing with them like a cat with a wounded mouse.
And Odessa Whitlock was sick of feeling like prey.
The Impala rumbled to a stop outside the Roadhouse, the hum of the engine fading as Sam, Dean, and Odessa climbed out, stretching their legs after the long drive.
"Los Angeles, California," Dean announced, tossing the newspaper he had been reading back into the car. He slammed the door shut and fell into step beside his brother and Odessa as they made their way toward the small, familiar building.
"What's in LA?" Sam asked, his brow furrowing in curiosity.
"A young girl's been kidnapped by an evil cult," Dean replied matter-of-factly, as if discussing the weather.
Odessa raised an eyebrow. "That doesn’t sound supernatural," she said, skepticism laced in her tone.
