Tessa Sloane Morgans"Hey don't forget the extra onions this time." Dean said as he handed Sam a twenty dollar bill that Tess quickly snatched from his fingertips.
"I am gonna speak for the kid and I when I say that we are the ones that have to ride in the car with your extra onions." Tess dryly commented as she opened her door, not wanting to smell Deans as for the next one hundred and eighty miles.
"Hey, see if they got any pie." Dean called to his girlfriend who leaned through the window and pecked his lips briefly, turning and walked away as Dean added "Please, babe! Bring me some pie."
"Your boyfriend is a weirdo." Sam teased as they entered the small diner, Sam holding the door open like a gentlemen.
"He was your brother first. I win."
"You chose him, I didn't."
"Touché, Samual."
As soon as Tess stepped up to the counter she felt as if her head was going to explode, having only ever felt such intense pain once before. Yellow Eyes, or as Tess refereed to him, Azazel.
"He's here..." she trailed off in agony before drifting off into darkness where Gods loud voice still found her.
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Tess awoke to water dripping on her face and an indescribable pain in her skull, hardly able her hear her breathing over the sound of Gods voice. "Ugh. That 'still small voice' they talk about in the Bible is utter bull." She grumbled angrily as she sat up and got her bearings. Surrounding her was a eerily familiar town, deserted and nothing but mud and rotting wood.
She shifted her bright blue gaze to the ashen grey sky, narrowing her eyes slightly "Was this Azazel?" A clap of thunder was her answer; yes.
"Maybe next time warn me without the white hot pain, huh?" Tess pulled herself to her feet, stumbling a little bit as she went. She had to find Sam or Dean, hopefully both, but right now she needed to get her bearings.
"Sam?!" She called out in a raspy voice. "Dean?! Anyone here?"
"Tess?" The loud voice of Sam Winchester bellowed throughout the supposedly empty town.
Tess winced in pain, having sensed an Achiri in town along with a powerful demonic presence likely caused by Azazel. "Over here..." she leaned against a nearby well and suddenly realized where she was and chuckled at the irony.
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Angel in Flannel [d.w.]
Fanfiction// "you two are a match made in heaven." "oh, you have no idea." // //supernatural// //Dean Winchester// //season 1b-?//