LILITH | DEAN WINCHESTER [ ✓ ]

49. the princess

◖𓈈﹗﹙chapter forty-nine﹚
❛ ▬▬ the princess . . . ❜

Once again in her routine, the witch devoured a book of ancient runes with the best available teacher in hell, Judas. Learning the art of spell creation was one of the most complicated skills—after resurrection—Lilith had pursued this skill during her first year in witchcraft, driven by the need to win the race against others in hopes of saving her mother. The hint of possessing this power was in her blood, needing to find the right spell without anyone's help, without sharing the rights as had happened in past attempts. The creator of witches, the most important woman in heaven and hell, was absent, a void that made her tremble in the endless nights locked in her thoughts and ignited a spark that made her think about Dean's regular proposal to move in with them and live on the road. Lilith couldn't accept it, not even want it. Lilith would pursue her dream no matter the cost, but she would listen to Bella. She was already approaching the year mark of her mother's death; it truly felt like just yesterday.

The sound of a notification interrupted Judas's lesson on Enochian runes and the power they granted to words, how the first woman created protective spells, now memorized.

"Is it the green-eyed hunter?" Judas asked, leaving some papers on the table. She looked at Lilith with annoyance; Dean was not to her liking and she didn't appreciate the affiliation with angels—strange because Sam only had good things to say about him. "Don't abuse the queen's trust; she's given you enough with free weekends to see your bitch. Focus on getting the damn power."

Dorian

Are you going to be around here? Tomorrow is your birthday, I want to give you the gift I ordered months ago.

Love

Do you want to see me in person?

"It's Dorian," Lilith responded. Judas's expression changed, and she read the conversation over Lilith's shoulder. "Just so you know, I'm a good student and I'm doing exactly what the queen says. We have a deal, and I'm keeping it."

"Just be careful what you tell Dean. Rumors spread fast in hell and heaven; we've been around for millions of years and get bored easily: the angel who pulled Dean out seems smitten with him and watches him twenty-four seven. We're in a war, and you want the queen to win; don't be the stupid bitch who tells the other side our next moves."

Judas's eyes turned dark after the threat.

"What's wrong with you? I'm not an idiot," Lilith said defensively. "I don't want the angels to win."

Neither spoke for a moment, merely holding a staring contest until Judas took a deep breath and relaxed the tension in her shoulders.

"What about Dorian? Why does he want to see you? Man, and I thought he was smart... Well, I can't blame him; I killed myself for Jesus."