Hells Bells

Lazarus Rising

PLEASE READ THE FIRST BOOK- I'm just kinda... Supernatural
THIS IS THE SEQUEL SO HERE'S THE LINK TO THE FIRST
http://w.tt/13kjzcB

Hell's Bells by ACDC played as I grilled a burger in Bobby's kitchen.

"Fresh meat. Actual cooked meat. Glory days." I flipped the burger.
Yes, I was talking to myself.
Being with just Bobby for the past four months was killing me.
I needed out, I needed an adventure, I needed to stab someone in the head. Oh how I needed to stab someone in the head.

Bobby was upstairs taking a nap or showering or doing something humanly.
I hadn't slept in the past four months. Why? Because I'm a little stupid and it's fun. Also there is all night marathons of Friends on Nickelodeon. I pulled the burger off the pan and set it in my hand letting it burn away a little flesh as I squirted ketchup onto it.

Sam left about a week after Dean, y'know. Haven't heard from him sense. Bobby's pissed and I don't really know how to feel sense Sam didn't even really like me. The only time he was remotely nice to me was the week he was here.

I spun the remaining bit of alcohol in my cup around.
Sam sat on the couch, hunched over starring at, at least, fifteen empty beer bottles he's drank in the past day. You could tell he was debating on something, but I didn't know what.
It was entertaining watching him for some odd reason.
He grumbled something and got up. I've never seen Sam drunk before, just hungover. But he stumbled to the fridge almost knocking over his collection of beer bottles.

"Alcohol poisoning can kill," I informed him. "If they didn't teach you that in Stanford."

He sat down in the empty chair. "Do you think it's possible for you to kill Lilith?" His tone was drunken and sloppy.

"With the knife and if I knew her location then yeah, probably." I finally drank the last sip of alcohol left in my glass.

"You need to kill her for-" I cut him off.

"It's not that simple Sam."

"She killed my brother!" He screamed, slamming his beer on the table. "What am I supposed to do! She killed my brother..." His last line wasn't in a scream. He sunk down and put his face on the table, crying. "She killed my brother."

I didn't know how to respond.
It wasn't some big secret that Sam never really liked me or trusted me because I was half demon. And half the time he could barely tolerate me, but he did because of Dean. Now he had no reason to even talk to me.
"I know Sam. We'll find a way to kill her. I promise." I ran my fingers through his hair even though he was still face down. "Come on Sam. Get up, take a shower, get sober." I helped him stand up and into the bathroom. I had to start the water and everything because he started puking.

The next morning when I came back from a supply run for more liquor Sam and the impala were gone.

A knock at the door pulled me out of my thoughts and the half eaten burger. I set the burger on the counter walking to the door not bothering to check who it was. "Singer residence." I smiled widely until I saw that the man standing in front of me, sweaty, dirty, and confused was the one and only Dean Winchester.
But Dean Winchester was dead.

"Ah rah nah am nope!" I screamed sporadically and slammed the door in his face. I grabbed the knife out of the plant next to the door before running upstairs. "Bobby!"

"Ace can you ever let me take a nap?" Bobby walked out of his room sleepily.

"Dean! At, ah Dean! Door! Alive! Dean!" I yelled waving my arm with the knife in my hand.