. . . ⇢🦋 ˗ˏˋ CHAPTER 29 CURSED ART AND LITTLE GIRLS
If you like to lisen to music while reading, for the ending of this chapter I recommend Let the Light In by Lana Del Rey or Lover You Should Have Come over by Jeff Buckley as I lisened to these while writing <3 Hope you enjoy. Feedback is always welcomed :)
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: ̗̀🦋➛EVANGELINE CLARKE WATCHED AS DEAN WINCHESTER SWIPED THE MATCH AGAINST THE BOX IGNITING A RUMBLING FLAME.
“If you ask me we're doing the art world a favor” the eldest Winchester muttered, staring down at the monstrosity art piece they had viewed just the other day.
Upon nightfall, the trio broke into the auction house, stealing the cursed painting before setting it aflame.
Evangeline watched idly as Dean dropped the lit match onto the painting. The flames engulfed it in fits of rage eating at the art in mere seconds.
For a moment, Evangeline enjoyed the way the flames seemed to dance, tearing away the family's eyes that seemed to peer out at her in an uncomfortable manner.
She rubbed her tired eyes, feeling the effects of a bad sleep. One more hunt down.
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The nightmares didn't cease to exist. Instead, they came more harsher, and memories of blood and tears came pooling back every time she closed her eyes and turned off her light.
Evangeline was haunted by the memories in her dreams, only ever feeling peace when her eyes pried open and the sun was over her head.
“You look tired” Sam commented as he stuffed his clothes in his bag.
“I am” she muttered, taking a sip of her coffee before rubbing her head, attempting to ease the dull aching pain that pounded against her skull in a constant rhythm.
“Bad sleep” he questioned softly before grabbing the pot of coffee she had made mere minutes ago.
“I should be fine tomorrow” she said but wasn't quite sure if it was the truth.
Sam simply hummed in comprehension, filling up her mug with more coffee. She muttered a soft thank you before Dean burst in the room, looking rather agitated.
“I can't find my wallet”.
“How is that my problem?” Sam grumbled.
“Sucks to suck” Evangeline shrugged.
“You two are in a very helpful mood this morning” the sarcasm rolled off his tongue.
“We try” Sam shot him a smile.
Dean shrugged on his navy blue jacket, his brows furrowing. “I think I left it in the auction house,” he admitted.
