Sam’s POV
Alice and I watched Dean run inside. She took my hand, her touch was surprisingly cold. I jerked away.
“Sorry,” she apologized, smiling at me. I looked down into her liquid gold eyes. I reached for her hand, and she let me have it. Alice led me over to a patch of grass. We sat down together, and just stared in silence, at a pillar of ash-grey smoke rising from the roof of the warehouse.
“They’ll be alright,” Alice said finally, in a soft wind-chime voice.
I nodded, “Dean always is.”
“And Jasper,” she agreed.
I nodded, slightly distracted, “So is he like your... what?”
Alice nodded too. “My husband, yeah.” She grimaced a little.
“It’s a pity you’re a vampire,” I said awkwardly.
Alice snorted, “Yeah.”
I leaned in towards her.
“Sam Winchester!” An angry voice shouted. We jumped apart hastily.
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Decapitation of... who?
FanfictionBook 1 of my supernatural series. When Sam and Dean travel to Forks to follow up a series of disappearances they find something that is not entirely what it seems. The Winchesters team up with the Cullens on what seems to be their most confusing cas...
