Superwholock: The Upbringing (Moved To Different Account)

Chapter 11: The Painful Truth

Slight warning on the POV's, the way it's written might change a little but if you don't notice it, hallelujah. Alright Chapter 11 you lot! WWWWOOOOHHHOOOO!

Myra's POV

"Guys, wanna take a break?" Asyria asked, turning to the rest of us. Everyone looked around to check on each other. The Doctor put a hand over his mouth and yawned, "Sure! Why not?". The others nodded in agreement and began to sit down. Suddenly a black cloud of smoke shrouded the area covering the white floor. When it faded, it revealed a small group of foods, from fruits to vegetables, meats, etc.

"How the hell did that happen?!", Dean questioned. Asyria and Reyna raised their right hands in sync, grinning from ear to ear. I shook my head and said, "Bothered using your powers to get us out?". Asyria looked at me with an incredulous look on her face, "You think I haven't tried?! All I can do at the moment is read minds and make foods. Here my powers are limited, along with Cas and Reyna.". I nodded in understanding. As everyone settled down and ate what was given to them, Asyria sighed.

"Why the hell is it always John?!" Asyria asked, annoyed that John is constantly getting captured and used as bait by the bad guys. And that happens a lot.

"I have absolutely no idea.", I replied, "I guess it's just luck?". Asyria chuckled at my statement and said, "Yeah, you tell him that when you see him.". I nodded, smiling as Asyria walked ahead with the happy facade lingering on her face, covering her true emotions very well. The only way how to tell her true emotions was to look deep into her eyes and dig deep. That's the way she's always been... hiding her troubles from the world so that she won't be pestered by them. And I knew why, which of course caused me to worry about my friend.

"Ms. Mison are you alright?", Cas asked. At Cas's sudden out burst, I quickly spun around to punch him in the face. Just as my fist was about to make contact with Cas's cheekbone, he grabbed my wrist and put it to a halt. I suddenly blushed as I realized that I almost punched Cas. When I looked into his bright, blue eyes, his gaze made me feel small and helpless. It was very frustrating.

"Sorry about that Cas. And it's Myra, thank you very much", I said, muttering the last part. Cas nodded and respected my wishes, letting go of my hand. At the loss of the contact, I felt... empty in a way. Noticing this, I began to blush even more. You can't be serious! First I was falling for Sherlock now I'm falling for Cas too?! You can't fall for two people!!! Right?

Asyria's POV

I looked behind me to see my friend look longingly at the naive angel. I have seen Myra like this before. Blushing everything her instincts get the better of her or if someone she truly likes gets into her "bubble". Yep, signs are clear, she's getting a crush on Cas. What makes it worse is the fact that she's in love with the "Great Sherlock Holmes". Something tells me that this won't end well. I looked away, and turned to Dean, who was looking at me with a sincere look on his face. Aw crap, here comes the lecture.

"You do know that I'm not gonna let this go?", Dean asked. I growled in frustration and quickened my pace, not wanting to continue the conversation, "Just leave it Dean it doesn't matter!". Dean stood there shocked at my outburst. But he quickly got over it and grabbed my wrist, pulling me into a secluded corner away from the others.

"Yes it does matter!", "Oh yeah?! To who exactly?! 'Cause last time I checked, no one objected to me selling my soul for freakin' Holmes!", I pointed out, I knew I was making Dean extremely angry at this point, but what else was I supposed to do? Say that no one would care if I existed, so I might as well give up my crappy excuse of a life?

Dean struggled to answer my question, but he soon said, "It matters to me. And for the record no one knew that you were gonna sell your soul for god knows how many years!", "And I'd like to keep it that way.". Dean gave a frustrated sigh and looked behind him, making sure no one is eavesdroping.