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.
I was panicking. Terrified and worried. Zee was gone, and nowhere to be found. I ran to check her room, and found a note on her desk.
Alice,
I know you're going to be mad at me for not telling you, and only telling Sam. But I'm heading to hell to save Dean in exchange for my ability to control Hellhounds. I'm so sorry I have to miss Dean's funeral. But I can't find it in me to go, it just hurts too much. Take care of Sam. And I love you.
-Zeeriana
Dammit. I didn't decide to follow Zee, but Sam and I did get dressed for Dean's funeral. I felt horrible for Sam. I mean, he'd lost his idol, from what he told me, Zee lost her best friend.
And I'm Sam's girlfriend. I have to be there for him.
I put on the nicest black dress I had, and Sam put on a black tuxedo.
We decided to drive Zee's car, I'm sure driving the Impala would make Sam feel worse.
"This isn't your fault Sam. I want you to know that. Dean loves you, he didn't want you to die."
I comforted Sam, putting my hand on his as we began to drive away. Sam slowly nodded. And I knew this wasn't gonna be the same until Zee got back.
*Le time skip brought to you by a bootiful trenchcoated angel*(also Zee's POV)
It had been a few days since we'd taken Dean to be sent to hell. Crowley was being a bitch and wouldn't let me go. Not yet. Most days I spent wearing ripped clothes, I didn't treat the wound on my leg and it would probably kill me, if Dean was here he'd go berserks because I'm not taking care of myself.
Most days I'd spend at the bar, drinking till I couldn't anymore, mingling with the locals, (not that kind of mingle.) And any guy who asked me out, well, tried to at least, I'd hit over the head with a beer glass.
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Some girl I'd known for awhile, Flora, who was slowly becoming a second sister to me, walked into the bar. We were totally different. She was girly, I sure as hell wasn't. But we'd both put a bullet in someone's head if we were hunting.
She walked into the bar, sitting down on a stool next to me.
"Have you heard anything from this Crowley guy yet Zeeriana?"
I chuckled, just finishing another cup of beer.
"Nope. And I told you Flora, you can call me Zee."
Flora shrugged, pursing her lips.
"Eh. So... Why are you looking for him anyway."
"Well... I already killed the guy who's caused most if this. And if I told you the truth you'd call me crazy."
"Heh. We're all crazy nowadays Zee. We can talk by my car. Come on."
I followed Flora outside, up to her ugly, beige car.
