𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 - 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭

(𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢)

ＣＨＡＰＴＥＲ ＥＩＧＨＴ
𝐍𝐨 𝐄𝐱𝐢𝐭

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Ever since the incident with Andrew Gallagher and his evil twin brother, there hadn't been any new cases involving people with abilities. This absence of activity meant they were still nowhere near catching Yellow Eyes.

The frustration gnawed at Odessa, a slow-burning ember of impatience and dread. She hated the waiting, the endless parade of other cases that felt like distractions, hoping something would eventually pop up. The visions she kept having of the demon were only making things worse, each one more vivid and haunting than the last.

The Impala rumbles to a stop outside the Roadhouse. Sam, Dean, and Odessa climbed out, stretching their legs after the long drive.

"Los Angeles, California" Dean announces, tossing the newspaper he had been reading back into the car and following after his brother and Odessa toward the small building.

"What's in LA?" Sam questions, his brow furrowing in curiosity.

"Young girl's been kidnapped by an evil cult," Dean replied, his tone matter-of-fact.

Odessa raised her eyebrows skeptically. "That doesn't sound supernatural"

"It could be," Dean saiys with a nonchalant shrug.

The redhead shakes her head. "Not really. Cults are usually just crazy people who do weird things because of some belief their ancestors made centuries ago"

Dean rolled his eyes and quietly imitated her, his lips moving in a silent parody of her words. Sam chuckled, shaking his head at his brother's antics.

"Does the girl have a name?" Sam asked, shifting back to the matter at hand.

"Katie Holmes," Dean said, just as a crash came from inside the Roadhouse. The sound was followed by angry yelling, instantly capturing the attention of the three hunters.

Walking into the Roadhouse, Sam, Dean, and Odessa were immediately met with the sound of a heated argument. Ellen and Jo were standing in the middle of the room, their faces flushed with anger.

"I am your mother, I don't have to be reasonable!" Ellen's voice rang out, firm and unyielding.

Jo's eyes flash with defiance. "You can't keep me here," she retorts.

"Oh, don't you bet on it, Sweetie," Ellen says, her tone dripping with authority. Sam, Dean, and Odessa share awkward glances, unsure whether to intervene or quietly retreat. The intensity of the argument made them feel like intruders in a private battle.

"What are you going to do? Are you going to chain me up in the basement?" Jo taunts, her voice rising.

"You know what? You've had worse ideas than that recently," Ellen shot back. "Hey, you don't wanna stay, don't stay. Go back to school," she suggested bitterly.