𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 & 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 | 𝐃.𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 [𝟏]

𝐭𝐰𝐨.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨⁠—𝐒𝟒 𝐄𝟏: 𝐋𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

❝︎I will not let myself cause my heart so much misery...❞︎

𝟷𝟿𝚃𝙷 𝚂𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟾—𝙿𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙰𝙲, 𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙽𝙾𝙸𝚂

AFTER SETTLING DOWN, DEAN AND I explained to Bobby what was going on. I threw my clothes into the washer, hopped into the shower, and then changed into a baby blue formal dress I had saved from the last hunt that I went on with Bobby. He joined Dean and me on a ride to Pontiac, Illinois, where Dean and I had first gotten out of our burial sites. The three of us walked in the Astoria Motel, where it showed Sam was on Dean's phone tracker. We were currently walking down the hall on the second floor of the motel where Sam had been staying.

Looking around, the motel seemed to be one of those where prostitution was prevalent. Sam might have been only there to get lucky, and that made me mentally laugh because Dean was thinking that he was behind his great escape when he was most likely just laying around and banging some chicks.

The door of Sam's room had the room number, 207, printed inside a red heart. Dean raised his fist and knocked. Hoping to find his little brother behind it, Dean was disappointed to see a girl who looked like a prostitute. I took in her appearance; she was wearing a gray tank top and her underwear. She wore a look on her face, almost as if she had been expecting us.

"So, where is it?" The girl asked, glancing between the three of us as if she was looking for something.

"Where's what?" Dean asked after sharing a confused look with both me and Bobby. We did not know the girl, and we were confident that she did not know us either. The three of us just stood there―confused, wondering what exactly she could want from us. I looked down at my hands, suddenly interested in my nails. They were still freshly done from when I got them done―almost ten months ago.

"The pizza... that takes two guys and a girl to deliver?" She asked us, yet she knew that the pizza was not going to come judging by the lack of pizza box in our hands.