Capri Coleman was a normal girl, getting ready to graduate college when her life fell apart. Her close friend died in a mysterious fire, she learns that her family's death from years ago might not be what she always thought, and she is thrown into t...
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"Ah, my slut. How are you?" I asked as I answered the phone.
"I'm not your slut, Ria," Dean grumbled on the other end. "I was just checking in on you."
"I'm fine. Why haven't you died yet?"
"We found my dad, got him out." Dean sounded distracted, as if something was weighing on him. "We're just...trying to outrun this demon."
"Cool. Sounds fun. Too bad you lived through it."
A scoff-like chuckle echoed through the speaker. "Yeah, well, I already said I wasn't going to die because you asked, Capri-Sun."
"If you call me that again, I will hunt you down and rip your eyes from your skull," I threatened.
"Yeah, I love you too, baby doll," he said sarcastically.
"Dude, no matter how much you sweet talk, I am not sending you any pictures of me naked," I played along. "I have too much self-respect for that."
Dean scoffed. "Self-respect, my ass. You just want to torture me."
"If I can respect myself and ruin your day, I will be doing both." I laughed a little. "Go hunt your demons or whatever it is you say you do."
"And you keep your pretty little ass out of danger."
"Yes, sir. I live to please."
"Yeah. Sure." Dean scoffed.
"You okay?" I asked.
"Just...I shot a guy," he admitted.
"Cool. You drink his blood too, or...?" I joked, knowing that it all weighed on him. "Oh, wait, you're not into necrophilia, are you? Because that's a deal breaker and I won't fuck a guy who likes to fuck dead bodies."
Dean laughed a little. "Oh, fuck off, Witch."
"Fuck yourself, Winchester."
"Aw, baby, you know I like it better when you do it for me."
"Shut up."
Dean sighed. "I gotta go."
"Be careful," I said softly before we hung up. I stood, dropping my phone down onto the couch before gathering the things I needed for a spell.
Sure, the last spell I did didn't go exactly as planned but this one had to work. Just had to.
I sat down at the desk in Bobby's living room, dropping all of the ingredients into the bowl. I struck a match, whispering the incantation under my breath.
I could do a protection spell. I was good at that. This would work.
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My phone rang the next morning. An unknown number.
"Ria?" Sam asked.
"Yo, that's me." I sat down on the couch, cup of coffee in one hand, phone in the other. "What's up with the unknown number, man?"
"Uh..." Sam's voice shook slightly. "Pay phone. You need to get to Missouri now."
"Why?" I asked.
"Some....Some shit happened. Dean's not doing so well. Just get to the hospital as soon as possible. Write down this address."
"Wait, hold it. What do you mean he's not doing well?" I asked.
"Ria...just...You need to get here."
"Sam, answer me." I set the coffee mug down, hands shaking. "What do you mean?"
"Ria, he's dying."
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I stood by the hospital bed, tears welling up in my eyes as I stared down at him. Dean lay there, tubes and wires connected to him and the machines all around the head of his bed. A gash cut through this forehead, not stitched up but starting at his hairline and ending above his eyebrow. He had a few more scrapes and cuts along with bruises.
Most of the damage was internal.
The air in the room was cold, sending shivers down my spine as I stood there.
"You are a fucking idiot," I whispered. The demon had caused most of the trauma he had, the rest was the car accident they had been in. "I am going to fucking kill you when you wake up."
Something cold brushed across my back, making me stumble a step forward.
"Now I'm going crazy," I muttered, shutting my eyes. "Great."
I blinked, looking down at him once more. "You better wake the fuck up, jerk-off, got it? Because I will rip your balls off if you don't. I mean it this time."
A tear slipped from my eye, sliding down my face before I could wipe it away.
