Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
1.03 dead in the water (3)
Sharp gaps and pants escaped her mouth as she quickly sprinted back to Andrea's home. Her jolts quickened as her heart raced faster and faster, the adrenaline and paranoia fuelling her pace.
She finally reached the home— it being completely dark but she could hear the rancid ruckus granting access to her deepest memories. She rushed inside, climbed up the stairs.
Her boot clad feet splashing away the water on the floor, she stared down confusedly, looking for the source. As she jumped up the steps she was finally met with a restrained, panicked Lucas. The arms wrapped around him were the ones of Dean— who she chose to ignore as the severity of the moment was sickening.
She rushed past him into the bathroom to see Sam struggling to pull a woman, who she could only assume was Andrea, out of the bathtub. The scene confused her until she saw the dark green water surround the woman who was being held under it by an abnormal force.
In seconds she rushed to Sam and helped pull up the woman. Clinging to her sides, the protectionist sense oozing out of her, and forcefully pulling the woman. Andrea squirmed under the spirit's violent strength, struggling for air. The hunters fought hard, groping and grasping aggressively, clinging to the woman in desperate hope to save her.
A final tug relieved Andrea from the angered force, she fell into Aledis' arms and the huntress shielded her as she realized how vulnerable she truly was. She quickly covered the shook woman with a towel and left her to catch her breath.
All who witnessed that had the chilled feeling crawling down their necks.
⚘♱⚘
The sun rose above the mountains, dawn illuminating all features of the landscape. Aledis stared out the window, seeking a peaceful sight to protect her from the hell engraved onto her mind. But all she could see was the lake sitting smugly in front of her, exposed by the damn sun.
"Can you tell me?" Sam asked, leaning forward reminding the obviously shaken Andrea that she is safe now. She stared darty-eyed at her surroundings, panic left over from the experience.
"No." She understandably responded, however Aledis sighed impatiently. She left the room slowly and went into the basement, where the cantankerous Winchester was at.
She found him shuffling through albums and files, a frowned face and fast movements— he was focused. Aledis wasn't in his sight so she took advantage of her clear view and attempted to reflect. To reflect on his personality, past— more importantly his unavailability to understand her, and her unavailability to allow herself to be understood.
