𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 & 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 | 𝐃.𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 [𝟏]

𝐬𝐢𝐱.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱—𝐒𝟒 𝐄𝟐: 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝? 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐌𝐞, 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

❝︎Because of you, I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt...❞︎

𝟸𝟸𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟾—𝚂𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚇 𝙵𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚂, 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙷 𝙳𝙰𝙺𝙾𝚃𝙰

     APOCALYPSE. THE WORD REPEATED IN MY head, lifting even more concerns for myself and the boys. I was taken back by the sudden news; we all were. It didn't sound good at all, and we had no idea how to approach this new-found problem of ours. For once, I stood there, unaware of what was yet to come and frightened at the many possibilities.

"Apocalypse? The apocalypse, apocalypse? The four horsemen, pestilence, $5-a-gallon-gas apocalypse?" I heard Dean say, standing there next to his brother shocked by the information Bobby gave us. None of us could believe it. I knew the second Dean and I were liberated from hell that we were apart of something so big, but I wasn't expecting the apocalypse that I had read about in the book of Revelations in the Bible.

"That's the one. The rise of the witnesses is a mile marker." Bobby told us. I was still trying to wrap my head around this. Today, the day the four of us had come face-to-face with our pasts was also a marker for one day closer to literal hell on earth. As if I didn't like hell alone as it was. I was an average, everyday, monster hunter, I took a trip to hell, and suddenly I was sucked into the apocalypse, the end of the world as we know it.

This was a significant and sudden change from what I was used to, and I had no idea what to do. For the first time in over ten years, I had no idea how to approach this case, and it was easy to see that Sam and Dean were just as taken back as I was. "Okay, so, what do we do now?" I asked the three men.

"Road trip. Grand Canyon, Star Trek Experience. Bunny Ranch." Dean answered as he walked back to his chair to sit down, giving me nothing but growing frustration as I face-palmed and ran my fingers slowly down my face trying to think of something we could do; I just did not know how to stop these ghosts from killing us. This was not a regular hunt. It was not ghosts that we could burn the bones of; I knew that, but we had to manage something, or else we would end up as dead as Olivia. I am a regular monster hunter, I thought. Why did this have to happen to me?

"First things first. How about we survive our friends out there?" Bobby asked the question that we should all be thinking about before we started worrying about the upcoming apocalypse. I turned to both Sam and Dean to see if they had any plans about it, but all we got was more comments from Dean. I rolled my eyes at his comment about staying in the panic room until Judgement Day, and I paced back and forth as I faced the wall of the panic room, I ran a hand through my hair as a reaction of my stress rising. My heart was beating faster; I was nervous―that much I knew.