Two girls, who've never known each other besides the fact that their fathers despise each other, somehow gets involved in the hunt. When Castiel sends Dean and Sam off to England, they discover the shocking truth behind their true mission. While She...
A/N I'm about to ramble so if ya don't wanna hear or read it or whatever just scroll to the story.
I just realized I messed up on the title for last chapter 😅 should be 18.5 not 19.5 lol. Nah I'm just purposely skipping chapter 19 leaving off with a pretty obvious cliffhanger.
How mad would people be if I just ended the book there? 😂😂😂
Just kidding I'm not that evil... sorta 😈
Sooo going through my chapters, I realized I messed up on the Crots and made them more like zombies.
Sorry about it but it works into the story so I'm gon' keep it.
But I also realized I left alot of like flashbacks or flash forwards unanswered. If that's the term for it. Flash forward...
ANYWAYS
I'm hoping to tie up all the loose ends in these next few chapters. And depending on my level of procrastination and how many words are in each chapter, it may end in about...
I dunno maybe 5 chapters. Or less.
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I haven't realized that I'm at 19 chapters. 😥
Anyways I guess enough of me rambling. Enjoy 😆
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“NOOOO!!!”
A bullet flew through the air and hit its target bullseye. Others followed the same path lodging itself into the target.
At the impact, the Crot let go and fell back. His mouth bloody from biting down into fresh meat.
Dean rushed over to catch the falling angel. “No no Cas. Don’t worry.” He pulled off his jacket and pressed it against the wound. “It’s not even that bad. We’ll get you fixed up real quick.”
Terrified blue eyes looked up, fear completely overtaking him. “D-dean…” Castiel spluttered and coughed struggling to breath.
John grabbed his medical kit and kneeled next to Cas. Slowly moving the bloodied shirt away, he sucked in a breath. It was a deep bite. Too deep. Even if they could patch Castiel up somehow, even with that danger gone there was still a problem. He would turn for sure.
Looking up with desperate eyes, Dean hoped that John would tell them that it would be fine. A simple scratch that was all. When John couldn’t meet his eyes, the sunken pit within Dean’s stomach turned. “No…”
Castiel knew this was it. But perhaps this way it was better. You need to die Castiel. His brother had told him. You need to remember. He didn’t understand what that meant, remember what? How could dying help him figure that out? Well now he didn’t have a choice.
