Save Me [Supernatural Fanfic]

Chapter 15

ATTENTION. READ THIS CHAPTER BEFORE YOU READ THE NEXT... I accidentally uploaded the next chapter before this one.

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As soon as Castiel's feathery ass disappeared, I collapsed on the King sized bed. I was asking the same question: Why? Nobody seemed to have the answer.

"What's Cas talking about?" Sam sat next to me, "What's wrong?"

"Well," I sighed, "since the whole sword thing- when Cas told me about it the first time- I started to be able to pick up other people's emotions. Feeling it in waves. Like- right now, you're feeling angry-" I waited a moment, "Confused, sad... And anxious?" The last emotion came out as a question. Why would he feel anxious?

Sam's face paled, "at least it's not like what happened to me a few years ago."

"The... Ruby thing? Where you needed demon blood to function. Yeah... I know. But... This. It's scaring me. What's the next thing? Telepathy? Being able to murder someone with one thought?"

Sam lied next to me, and pulled me into his chest. We both heaved heavy sighs. What was really happening to me?

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Rubbing the eye boogies from my eyes, I sat up. The sun lightly streamed through the motels window. Sam was still hooked on to me. I looked at the ancient clock. 7 AM. Again! I wake up early. I guess now would be a good time to check the news. See if any new people are dead. I silently opened Sam's laptop, and went to the news site.

ANOTHER MALE BODY FOUND. SAME LAKE . SERIAL KILLER?

Sounds like our monster struck again. Wonderful. Time to get ready for another FBI scene.

But, first. COFFEE.

The heated coffee hit my tongue. It was wonderful to wake up to caffeine. Did I tell you I was addicted? I mean... Eh, I can't come up with something.

"Whatcha' doin'?" Sam asked.

I nearly jumped out of my skin,"when did you get quiet?"

"I don't know. You were in your own little world." He shrugged and grabbed a coffee cup.

We sat in silence with our coffee. I had at least three cups before I actually wanted to speak.

"Another death. I say we go check out our bodies." I set my empty cup in the sink, and went to my duffel.

I grabbed out a pair of slacks, a purple striped button up, and a black blazer. The shower was calling my name.

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After my much appreciated shower, I dried my hair, and got dressed. I applied light makeup just to add to the FBI thing. I think? I don't know. I usually don't wear makeup.

As soon as I was out of the bathroom, Sam hopped in the shower. My holster was still in my duffel, and my 9 millimeter still in the same place. I grabbed them out, and slid the holster up my leg. My weapon became concealed, and I was ready. My FBI badge was still in my blazer pocket, and everything was in place. Sam was soon in his suit, and his tie untied.

"Need help with that Sammy?"

I walked over to him, and quickly tied it. He was about to protest, but it was too late. I already did it. He lightly glared at me , and I smirked.

"Let's go blow this pop stand." I mumbled, getting ready to leave.

Sam put his weapon in the waistband of his pants, and his badge was in the car. I sat in the passenger side of the Impala, and let Sam drive his brothers car.