Freedom Without Wings

0.5: Her Filthy Pride

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Kyleigh's Point Of View

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'You have to be kidding me...'  I thought to myself.  'Yes, it would be easy...ish not to pass out.'  

'HAHA! Nope!'  Tabris taunted in my head.

Okay, my competiveness is getting the best of me right now.  I look to my side annoyed, my eye twitching.  I said "Pfft, as if I'd lose to a Level -1 Angel like you!  I may be a 16 year old, but I could handle some alcohol!"

'Great, thank you slight anxiety, I totally needed you at this moment.'  I snarkily remark in my head.

I grabbed a beer and twisted off the cap.  My heartbeat was pounding in my head.  "Kyleigh, you don't have to if you-" "I'm not afraid." I closed my eyes.  I breathed in, trying to stop my heart from beating so damn hard.  It just made it a lot louder.  I put the lip of the bottle to mine and began to chug the thing.  The alcoholic taste was new to my tongue, making me shudder.  "Hey!" I hear Dean call to me.  "Don't touch my beer."  He steals the alcohol away from me, and shakes it to hear nothing.  "The hell kid?" He looks at me with a face saying "I'd kill you if you take another thing of mine."

"Sorry," I said to the giant in front of me.  Well, a giant to a 5'2 16 year old.  "The Angel told me to do it."  I quickly say, throwing the angel under the bus.

'What!  Kyleigh!  I thought we were friends!'  She said in my head.

'HAHA!  I AM THE DOM IN THIS RELATIONSHIP- uhh that's not right.  BUT I'm the one who has control!  MWAHAHA!'

'What's with the look on Dean's face?'

"What look?" I ask.  "Oh... That look.  Can you not look like my dad."  "I am not an old man." He states bluntly.  "That's not what your car- actually, shit.  Your car's actually really awesome, but whatever."

"..Your truck needs a tune up."  Dean finally says after a few seconds of silence.  'Congratulations!  Congratulations!  You made a fool of yourself!'  I rolled my eyes at myself in annoyance.  The man lead me outside where my truck's hood was popped.  Dean then grabbed a metal red tool box and asked "Get that table over there."  It was a table with wheels, which was way too fricking convenient.    I said "Here ya go."  'I never really had much of a dad.  My dad is usually working, so he's more like an uncle to me.  Never taught me how to take care of anything other than him.  But it's too late to have a father figure now.  I don't need many people in my life if I'll just scare them away...'  I thought to myself.  '"Don't leave your sister" he said, "You only can be a nurse when you grow up," he said.  Tch, I hate this.  This destiny crap.  The fact that before I'm frigging born I have an angel that has to frigging possess me.'  

"Kyleigh," Dean snapped me out of my angry thoughts. "You alright?"  I felt a warm tear on my face.  "I'm fine."

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Dean's Point Of View

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'Something definitely isn't right.'  I think to myself.  I began to fix up her car, she knew her stuff.  But the Harry Potter reference was too much.  'Why isn't she phased by any of this?  Was she possessed before?  This is new.  Maybe her family were-'

"Wise men say 'only fools rush in'

But I can't help falling in love with you-"

The chickflick song began to play, but was, thankfully, abruptly stopped.  "Yeah?"  Blue haired haired girl answered her phone.  "What?  'Kay Sammy, get some silver.  'Kay?  Uh, shit.  Then if you can get as much salt as you can.  Also uhh.  Get some glue, it'd keep the salt in place.  Are you okay?  Sam? Sammy?!"  The phone then sounded a monotone sound.

"What happened?" I ask, wondering who Sam is.  Kyleigh then said, "Something's after Sam.  She doin' fine but kinda nervous."  "Sister?"  I ask her, grabbing a beer out of my cooler.  "Girlfriend."  I hear a thud.  I look to where Kyleigh was standing at.  She was looking at Baby.  Honestly, I'm not really worried about her  more so the Angel itself.  It seemed to be freaking out when Bobby shot her. "So, how long have you been together?" I asked, trying to reignite the conversation.  "Since May 20th, of .. uh, 2006?" She said, searching through her memory.

"Three years, huh?" I said.  I finished cleaning the machine, closing the hood.  "What is it?  Something's off." The girl said to herself.  Her eyes lit up a very light blue.  "Your brother is in the bunker, right Dean?" The Angel asks.  "You need to realize this fact.  The fact that you are killing  him."

"What the hell do you mean?"