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{Malia's POV: Week Later:}
Sitting on top of a hill near the bunker, starring up at the sky as I had music playing through my phone speakers. "You're really stupid for selling your soul, you know that right?" I heard Chase's voice behind me. "Yeah? And you're really stupid for leaving Reed." I bit back. "I know, and I feel awful about it. But you didn't need to go and sell your soul." "Reed was dying! I had too. I was scared to lose her, I didn't want to lose my best friend again." I told him as he sat down beside me.
"Mal, have you ever thought about how she's gonna take this? Or you're brothers? Your family? Bayard?" Chase said as he raised one of his eyebrows. "Yes but that was after we got back from the hospital." I said, looking away from him. "I can talk with the demon to get you your soul back."
"That probably won't work, Chase." I shook my head. "It might though. But how long do you have?" He asked. I was silent for a moment, "Two months." I quietly told him. "Jesus fucking Christ. Mal, this.. You need to tell everyone about this." "Someone is going to sell their soul for me if I tell them. I don't want that to happen." I said, looking over at him, his eyes softening at me, "Then let me talk to some people down in hell and I'll try to get you your soul back." Chase told me.
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Sam, Cas, Jack, Bayard and I were all sitting around the library. "Find anything." Cas looked over at me as I was looking for a case, I shook my head. "Nope, nothing weird or anything is popping up." I looked up from my laptop. "Weird." Sam said, "I know." I nodded. Literally nothing was popping up and it was fucking weird.
Dean walked in the library with a small box of what is seemed like was photos. "What are those?" Jack asked, "Pictures from a few years ago." Dean smiled as he sat down beside me. I grabbed one, smiling as it had Dean, Sam and I in the picture. In the picture, I had cake on my face as Sam and Dean were laughing as I was giving them a playful glare. Turning in over, reading the back as it says Malia's 12th Birthday 2010.
"When was that?" Chase asked as he looked at the photo from across from me, "My twelfth birthday, we were at Bobby's. These dicks thought it would be funny to shove my face in the cake." I pointed to Sam and Dean. "It was!" Dean defended himself. "Okay yeah it was." I nodded with a laugh. Sam was going to speak before our heads snapped to the metal stairs as the metal door creaked opened.
"Nova? What the hell, you're supposed to be in the hospital." I said as I walked into the control room and helping her down the stairs, "Did the doctor clear you?" Dean asked. "Nope. I got tired of the television and the food there, so I checked myself out." Nova shrugged as she limped to the library and sitting down on a chair.
"You still had other tests to do, Nova." Bayard told her sternly, "I don't give a shit Bayard. I feel okay and I wanted to come home." Nova said. "Well at least you're okay and welcome home." I patted her shoulder as I gave Bayard a look, "Thank you Mal." Nova nodded, "You're welcome." I said. "Oh little Mal!" Nova laughed as she grabbed a picture, before getting a confused look on her face.
"Who's this?" She asked as she pointed to another brunette. The photo had Sam, Ruby, and I. "Oh. That would be Ruby." I grimaced, "Wait... That's the demon bitch you told me about awhile ago?" "Yeah. She was blonde but then possessed a chicks body who was dying in the hospital or the chick she possessed was in a coma. I forget." I shrugged.
