Notes

Familiar Faces

Dean

After a few minutes, I look up to find Vera missing. Maybe she just went off to the bathroom without telling me - I mean, we're just studying-
My thoughts were interrupted with an ear-peircing scream. Everyone looked up at me. "Seriously? You think that I'd scream like that?"
The librarian purses her lips as she loudly says, "Yes Dean, we all think it's you. What are you doing?! Pull the damn fire alarm and get everyone out of here!"
"Oh, I get it... You're going undercover as a librarian so you have everyone's file! Haha, great idea," I say, smirking.
The librarian just stares at me and she finally speaks. "I'm a real librarian. Now pull the fire alarm."

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I run out of the school, pushing through the annoying highschoolers. I finally get to Baby and I smirk as I open the back. There's a flap that reveals all types of weapons - wooden stakes, guns, swords, daggers, pistols, and a lot more bizarre things. I run back into the school and listen for another scream, but not one comes.

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Vera

     I wake up and as my eyes focus, I recognize where I am — the school's boiler room. Really, why does everything happen in boiler rooms?
     Footsteps approach and the person that comes around the corner surprises me. A familar face stares back at me. Crowley.
     As he approaches, I start to gather up spit in my mouth. A small smirk tugs at the edges of his mouth as he asks, "Oh, and how did the little hunter find herself here? Is her daddy working a case that I set up?"
     I stare at him even though it's starting to hurt my eyes. "Crowley," I say as I spit on his shoes.
     He stares down at his now spit covered shoes and sighs. "And I had just gotten them shined. Oh well."
     The King of Hell looks back up and walks over. He lightly brushes some of my dark hair behind my ear. Soon after that, he takes out a long knife from his pocket. He smiles devishilly and says, "Hello, Vera. Long time no torture."

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     I scream as he carves my skin with his cold, iron blade. As he stops, I start to pant. He sighs as he begins to carve again, this time deeper. "I'm a little artist today, aren't I? Tons and tons of ideas going through my head. Atleast now I can just look at you and you'll remind me. After all, this blade here is my pencil and you are my paper."
     I scream again as he stabs my abdomen. He pulls the blade out just as Dean enters the room. I struggle at the ropes connecting my arms to the ceiling. Crowley smirks and red smoke pours out of his mouth and the world goes black and all I can see is dark red smoke.

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(A/N: hello! Soooo another chapter, whee! I'm really excited for where this is going; I have so many ideas! Oh, and don't forget to to comment and vote! Ilyasm!)

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