REVOKE ▸ d. winchester [1] ✔

Chapter 34

Jackie's POV

I groan as a cold, wet nose is shoved into my face, waking me from my short slumber. A whine sounds and I open my eyes to see Zeke sitting in front of the couch I'm sprawled out on.

I slowly sit up, trying to avoid the familiar rush of dizziness as I move my head. Thankfully, my pounding headache from last night is gone, but I still feels like someone is squeezing my head between their fist and a brick wall.

Zeke jumps up onto the couch and sits on my pillow, resting his head upon it. I run my fingers through his thick fur and lean my head back, closing my groggy eyes.

'It's all in your head.'

I tear my eyes open and look around. Zeke's collar jingles as he lifts his head to look up at me.

"I'm going crazy," I mutter to myself. I rub my eyes before lying back down and looking out the window, peeking at the sky through the curtains.

I think of last night- I don't remember much of what I did, but as for Azrael, I remember everything. I remember his voice; I can still hear it just as if he were whispering in my ear all over again.

And I remember holding the gun; I can feel the cool sensation of the barrel against my temple and I can hear the solid shot ring out.

I don't know how he did it- Azrael, I mean. I can't stop him anymore; he makes me see and hear things that I would have never imagined, but the worst part is is that I can't even control myself when he's in my head.

How I got from the basement to the living room is still a mystery to me. How I got the gun in my hand, ready to shoot to kill, same story.

I could have killed Sam. Heck, I could have killed everyone in this house without a single feeling of remorse.

'But you enjoyed it.'

I eye the whole room, looking for someone or something, anything. Unless Zeke can now talk, I come up with nothing.

I recall Sam telling me once how Lucifer had camped out in his head for a good deal of time. Besides the constant off-key singing of old tunes by the fallen angel, which eventually was ended by Castiel, Sam ended up alright. And that was with Lucifer. The devil.

Maybe I'd turn out okay, too.

Truth be told, I'm having a hard time believing that myself. Especially after the events of last night. I'd sat on this couch for hours before falling asleep again, scared of what Azrael would do to me.

I can't even sleep any more.

'You can't get rid of me that easily.'

I squeeze my eyes shut and take a deep breath in. Get a grip on yourself, I tell myself. I slowly let the same breath out. Zeke stands up and shakes out his fur, dragging me out of my thoughts. He stands up, then bounds into the kitchen, stopping once in the doorway to give me a look.

It's the 'I want my breakfast' look.

Bundling my blanket into a ball and tossing it to the side, I follow him into the kitchen. Finding the most appetizing thing for him to eat, I grab the leftover chicken from a couple of nights ago and throw it in the microwave. It heats up as I make myself a much needed cup of coffee and a piece toast.

Zeke sits obediently in front of where I'm leaning on the counter. As soon as the microwave beeps, he stands up, feet pattering lightly on the floor.