Control - Dean Winchester [1]

34 ; You'll Never Walk This World Alone

—If you're planning on going to college, where would you want to go? And if you don't plan on going, what would you like to do after school? And if you're already done with school, where are you attending or where are you working? I would love to go to either USC or ASU

—What are your three favorite Supernatural episodes? I absolutely love 'Tall Tales' Season 2 episode 15, 'Dark Side of Heaven' Season 5 episode 16, and 'Changing Channels' season 5 episode 8

—Where are you currently reading this at? Well, I'm currently writing this in my room in the dark

—All right, guys. The time is almost here. We have 8 chapters left until this book is officially over. I'm gonna be doing a chapter dedicated to answering questions about the book (or any other questions you guys wanna know, they could be about literally anything) and talk about the next book and give an extended summary. So if you wanna leave some questions, please leave them here. You can ask as many questions as you want, and they can be as serious, weird, freaky as you want. Thank you and love you guys! 

"So, Carl Gulley—" Sam began, and Odessa grumbled as she munched a bundle of crisp fries, scowling as he gave a bemused look. She rolled her eyes, biting into the remainder of her fry, and sighed heavily. There wasn't one minute in the day where they weren't speaking of supernatural creatures and mysterious murders. She despised that she couldn't have normal conversations anymore, or something relatively normal, it was always something with gory crimes or women who murdered because an angel demanded them to. "All right, Mrs. Sunshine, what's up with you?" 

Her eyebrows raised as she continued devouring her fries. There wasn't anything wrong, nothing worth significance, and she didn't think this was worth mentioning. She frowned, half-shrugging as she faced towards the window. "Nothing." Was all she muttered, and she didn't need to see Sam to know he didn't believe her for one second. Sam yanked the container consisted with her fries away from her fingers, and she yelled a 'hey' in response. "It's not even a big deal, you douche. It's just that all we do is talk about hunts and possible leads. Let's talk about something that doesn't include stabbings and the existence of angels." 

Snatching her fries back and glowering his way, she planted her legs on the dashboard and crossed her ankles. Sam, with his eyes remaining on the road, formed an 'o' formation with his mouth. "All right, fair enough," He said, "We'll talk about anything?" He asked, clarifying her words. She nodded, and sipped through the straw of the soda she also purchased. "Fine, let's talk about the fact that you admitted you had feelings for Dean and didn't tell me." 

Odessa's eyes widened as she choked on the beverage and lurched forward, attempting to regain her composure. "When the hell did I do that," She questioned, voice strained. "I think I would've remembered telling him I liked him. And assuming I did do this, of course I would've told you immediately." She tried thinking back on any possible situations where she could've potentially confessed her feelings, but nothing rose.