Then
She gulped, being still hesitant. "Reveal yourself," the request came out of her mouth under the form of a whisper.
He didn't say anything. The 'shadow' suddenly began to get clear with each of his steps.
Something about the way he held himself commanded absolute power and fear. He was dangerous, and she could see it in his cold blue eyes as he neared her. Scenes of taking the immortals' lives appeared in them.
Seeing for a part of the second who was in this male's body, her jaw dropped down and her eyes widened opened in shock to what she saw as stood face to face with the ... "Shadow of death .."
Now
{Narrator's POV}
Strolling down the familiar dark and scary wood that Amalthea has walked and ran through, that seemed like one hundred times in the past two years, suddenly from nowhere came inside her head a vision. She stopped and stared silently into the distance. People could think that the girl saw something.
Indeed, they were right.
She saw.
She saw her mate.
"Help me! SOMEBODY HELP MEEE! ..... SAAAAAAM! MAAAAAALTH," full of pain, mourning, desperation and fear, he yelled.
The vision became reality, when Hell appeared locked behind big, sinner assigned gates, that had been covered with outstretched columns.
His voice was haunting her mind for so long.
He needed help and she knew it.
He was alone and she couldn't help it.
He was in the dark and she was in the light.
Dean was in Hell and Amalthea soon will be there, as well.
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The Cursed: Resurrection | DeanWinchester | (ON HOLD)
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