Two brothers by blood. Two sisters by chance. Both fighting for the same cause, they find themselves conjoined into the same twisted fate. Whether they choose to kill for it or to die for it.
After my last conversation with Dean, it felt awkward talking to him or Sam again. Alice would laugh or smirk, and I'd glare but she cared nothing for it.
I woke up at about four o'clock in the morning, I guess I couldn't sleep, thinking about Azazel again. I went to the bathroom to have a relaxing shower, then I got out and got dressed. I slipped on my black ACDC t-shirt, black leather jacket, ripped jeans, and put my hair up into a braid.
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I walked by Dean's room and saw him fast asleep. I softly smiled, then grabbed my laptop, and decided to look for new cases that could possibly lead us to Azazel.
I sat down in a chair and as I opened my laptop I felt a cold hand touch my shoulder. I started to breathe heavy, terrified, I knew exactly who it was.
"What the hell do you want?"
"Well if you're going to greet me like that, I won't tell you."
I glared, still terrified. I knew he was right behind me. And I also knew he was after me. It was pretty clear by now.
"What do you want, Azazel."
"Oh c'mon. That's no way to speak to me."
I sighed. When I was little my parents abandoned me because I wasn't strong enough. Then while I was asleep, my father killed me. But Azazel took me in, until I came back and the Valentine's took care of me.
But, I used to be one of them. Killing people. Which makes me feel horrible.
"Look. You killed my parents, then killed Sam and Dean's mother. Cut some slack."
Azazel just laughed, and he twiddled with his fingers, smirking.
"Zee?!"
I turned around and saw Dean standing right at the doorway. Dammit. What's he gonna think?
"Azazel, I swear if you do anything, I'll kill you!"
"Zee what's going on!"
"Dean, I..."
Azazel cut me off by pulling me into a hug, and I stayed silent.
"So you're Dean! I'm sorry, my daughter and I were having a little chat!"
"Daughter!"
Dean turned to look at me, and he looked hurt because I didn't tell him. That my 'dad' for 4 years was the murderer of his mother. Then Azazel took that as cue to leave, and I was left standing in front of Dean, who was glaring at me.
"What the hell, was that!"
"Dean I'm sorry, I was gonna tell you. But..."
"But what huh! He killed my mother! Do you know what that's like, Zee!"
I gasped, then started yelling too.
"Yeah, Dean! I sure as hell do! You lost your mother! My parents abandoned a child. Because I wasn't pretty or good enough! So my father killed me while I was asleep! Then Azazel took me in, and I hated all the things he made me do! All of it! And I'm sure you wouldn't understand!"
