Haunting ▹ Dean Winchester [2]

PART TWO ; nineteen

      nineteen ; she's the work of shooting stars—my one and only wish

      (  Maybe someday we can rewrite our story. Maybe in that story we don't hurt each other, like we did in this one. Maybe we are just in love and happy the way it should be. Maybe. Just maybe. ) — t.c

—What celebrity do you think is overrated (there better not be any form of hate exchanged here) Camila Cabello 

—What's your favorite chapter in this book so far? Probably 5, 14, 17 and 18

—What's something you hate but everyone likes? Award shows (I can watch maybe ten minutes before getting bored) Pancakes, strawberries (so overrated, especially the chocolate covered ones) cupcakes/cake (I gag every time I eat them, unless it's carrot cake or red velvet) avocados (absolutely disgusting)  

—Have you ever been in love? I don't know. I don't what it feels like so I wouldn't know if I was. 

      World-weary and jaded with the extensive drive from the neon-colored slums of New York, Odessa yawned as she absentmindedly flipped through one of the several antiquated books Bobby stored on his bookshelves. Her legs were draped over the armrests of her chair while the book was perched on her calves, ankles crossed and dangling over. As she read through the luxe cursive of the passive, there was a nostalgic feel to the action. Back when her life hadn't become a downward gyrate, this had been her sense of solace. Except now Sam's voice tore through the serenity as he and Dean bickered relentlessly. 

      Odessa rolled her eyes markedly as she heard his voice once again. She supposed every internal monologue concerning a time before Dean's death could only be used in a preceding tense. "Well, then tell me what else it could be." She was hoping he would've dropped the issue already. Sam, who had ensured this entity that claimed to have been the one who saved Dean from Hell and an Angel of the Lord, was telling the truth. She didn't like the idea of cosmic entities employed from Heaven roaming around the earth. 

      Dean pushed himself off from the edge of the sink, a hard look on his face. "Look, all I know is I was not groped by an Angel." He assured sharply. He looked uncomfortable even saying the suggestion aloud. She didn't blame him. It seemed Sam was simplifying this matter, presumably to soothe his own concerns, but he wasn't taking Dean's feelings into consideration.

      Sam only continued on with his contestation, a resolute gleam in his green eyes. "Okay, look, Dean," He attempted again, "Why do you think this Castiel would lie to you about it?" He asked, and Odessa couldn't restrain the dangerous eye roll as the words traveled through the air. She wasn't sure how many times her eyes rolled to the back of her head in the span of twenty minutes, she lost track after fourteen. Costello, who was nonchalantly munching on whatever consumable food he managed to come across inside Bobby's fridge, chuckled as he shook his head, definitely entertained with Sam's puerile suggestions. His hazel were wickedly amused.