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Chapter 32: Reunited

A/N: Hey guys! I am the worst writer ever. I'm so sorry I've been so behind on updates and everything. I feel like I'm letting you all down by not updating like I said I would. I'm so sorry about that. And the schedule will probably remain erratic because of finals and projects and I'm still struggling, forever and always apparently. I hope you guys aren't too disappointed with me and that you will continue with me and thus journey because I love you all so much.
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Dean's POV

Sam and Cas were following behind me in the FBI suits we had in the trunk of my car, I was hoping it would be a good enough excuse to get by without any questioning. Cas kept telling me that Angel Radio was getting more and more chaotic. It pushed me to move faster down the halls until we reached the morgue.

When we finally reached the morgue in the basement, I cursed under my breath. There was someone in there. I was glad that hunting had me taught me how to get in and out restricted areas pretty easily. It wasn't that getting in would be hard, it was just an inconvenience that I didn't want. The sooner I could get to Y/N and figure out was going on, the better.

I shoved the door open like I owned the place and the woman that was in there looked up with a startled expression. I noticed Y/N's body on the table. She was covered by a white sheet from her ankles to her neck. The sight was enough to bring a fresh wave of sorrow. Cas had better be right, otherwise I was going to punch him for getting my hopes up.

"Can I help you?" she asked walking over to us.

"FBI," I said, flashing her my fake badge. "We need to check out this body here on the table." I motioned over to Y/N.

"Can I ask what's going on?"

My patience was wearing thin. I didn't care about being nice and dealing with formalities. "We cannot disclose that information, Ma'am. I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

She glared at me with suspicion before she walked toward the door. I was no longer paying attention to her. My sole focus was on Y/N until I hear Cas talking. When I looked back to him, I saw him touch the lady's forehead before she left.

"What was that?" Sam questioned before I could.

He shrugged. "She was suspicious. I erased this part of her memory and she thinks she is going on break."

I turned back to Y/N and stared at her for a sign of anything.

"Cas," I yelled. "Why isn't anything happening?"

"Be patient, Dean. I'm not even certain what is going to happen."

As soon as he finished speaking the lights flickered, and I reflexively pull my gun out, hoping that whatever might be about to happen I can fix with bullets.

"Stay here with Y/N. Cas and I will see if anything's up anywhere else," Sam said.

They left me alone with Y/N and I walked close to her, my heart pounding in expectation. I wanted her to come back, and I felt like she was going to. If Cas was hearing something about her on Angel Radio, it had to be that she was coming back. It was the only thing I could think of.

When there was still no sign of life I became frustrated and paced the room, no longer looking on her. It was too painful still. I was beginning to lose the faith I had that she was coming back. I was probably wrong in thinking that was the only thing that made sense. I only wanted it to be what made sense,