The combined worlds (supernatural story)

Chapter 50 (Final)

Authors note~
Before we start this, I like to thank everyone who read this story. It's been a ride.

I'm also grateful for all the reads and stars, that's just amazing.

Half of me don't want this to end, but hey I might post a second book. Who knows. Depends on how this one goes.

Now enough talking about how much I love you guys, let's start the actual show here. The moment you all been waiting for.

Chapter 50- Final chapter!
end song by Kansas: carry on my wayward son.

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"All my life, I knew I was different. I knew I had a purpose in life than the average girl.

I was bullied for being 'weird'. I didn't know what that meant or why they thought it was fun. It just gave me an opportunity to stay in the shadows and find comfort in books or movies.

I looked and acted like any other girl should, liking dolls and wearing make up. I would fantasize over boy bands and play dress up with my mom.

I would occasionally like my share of old rock and roll my mom would play in the kitchen. She would sway her hips and I would start doing weird dance moves along side her.

It was just mom and me. No friends, no other family, just us against the world.

It wasn't until I met her.

Summer Denver, one of my closest friends, and supernatural member. I don't mean she's dead, she's just love the television show, supernatural. I also like it as well.

It gave me a sense of peace to watch these two brothers run across the country and hunting the supernatural. I dreamed of being there myself. I dreamed of a world that would want, no, need my help. I would be a hero in disguise. Behind the scenes fight ghost and demons.

I would start reading fanfics, going to conventions, and watching panels of each cast member. It was great to find something that didn't make me feel out of place.

It was all great until that fateful night at a convention. I get my wish and my friend gets to join me as well.

Welp the rest, you guys know."
She smiled her white teeth towards the pinned group.

The angels and the humans both scared of what was in front of them.

Their friend, love, and leader was no more but a hollow shell controlled by darkness.

"Now is different.

Now I get to finally be myself. The person I was meant to be.

Do you know what that is?" She leaned into summers face. Closer than needed.

She was unable to talk so she just closed her eyes in fear.

Olivia punched the side of the wall in anger. "Answer the damn question!"

This caused Summer to shrink, or tried to, in the fear and pressure of the situation.

They are tied across the mouth and their hands.

She pulled her hand from the dent in the wall and brushed her hair back.

"Fine don't answer. I don't need a soundtrack anyways."

She starts strolling towards Zachariah, who was currently passed out on the floor.