Ava's POV
I woke up to a shoe being thrown at my head. Well someone's grumpy. I opened my eyes and gave a mean look to the person who threw the shoe at me.
Dean... That little shit.
I felt Sam stir beside me.
"Rise and shine Sammy!!" Dean yelled.
I kept looking at him like I was going to kill him.
He just smirked at me.
He. fucking. smirked. I'm going to slap the living shit out of him. I think Sam noticed my fury. He grabbed my arm and look me in the eyes.
"What's wrong?" He asked with his puppy dog eyes.
I froze for a second. God damn those eyes.
"Dean threw a shoe at my head to wake me up." I pouted at him. He busted out laughing.
"It's not funny, it hurt!" I yelled at them.
Dean joined Sam in laughing and they just kept laughing at me. I'm so done with these two.
I stood up and took my shirt off, so I was in only a bra. Don't think wrong of me. I was only changing. Dean and Sam went really quiet.
"What? Have you never seen a girl in a brah before? I didn't picture you two as virgins." I smirked at them. They answered me in unison. "We're not!"
Now it was my turn to laugh.
"Yeah, yeah calm down Casanova one and two."
Suddenly Sam's phone rang. I couldn't hear much, but his face turned gravely serious.
"So who is dead now?" I asked plainly. Dean looked at me weirdly. Probably because of how I said it.
"The husband..." well shit.
"Let's go," Dean said and walked out to the Impala.
----a few hours later
We were back at the motel after talking to the wife and looking at the crime scene. We didn't bother looking at the body because the police said that the heart was ripped out, the same as the last victim. The wife still has no clue why all this was happening. I stand by my theory that she's guilty. She did admit that she knew that the husband was cheating, which is a good reason for murdering someone.
We were watching TV when we suddenly heard a knock on the door. Sam opened the door. The wife came bursting in and quickly locked the door.
"What's wrong?" I asked her. She looked terrified.
"My husband is after me!!" She said. She sounded distressed.
"Your dead husband...?" Dean said questionably.
"I know it sounds crazy, but I'm telling the truth!" The wife said frantically.
"We believe you. Tell us everything." Sam said in a calm voice.
She started telling us about a spell she got from her hairdresser. It was supposed to bring true love or some shit. Sam looked up the spell and of course, that's not what the spell does. It was some kind of murder spell. The last one who got kissed by the last victim is the next victim. So when the babysitter kissed the husband she got the "disease". Then the husband kissed the wife and he died. Now the wife was next.
Suddenly our window broke, and in came a person that looked like the husband. It's the shapeshifter.
"It's after her!" I yelled.
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Fractured Souls
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