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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞―𝐒𝟒 𝐄𝟐𝟏: 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞―𝐒𝟒 𝐄𝟐𝟏: 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬

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❝︎Because of you, I try my hardest just to forget everything...❞︎


















































𝟸𝟽𝚃𝙷 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟿―𝚂𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚇 𝙵𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚂, 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙷 𝙳𝙰𝙺𝙾𝚃𝙰


       DEAN AND I STAYED BEHIND WHEN Bobby walked back upstairs, allowing us to deal with our siblings accordingly. Dean opened the window, allowing us enough space to get a clear view of them. Looking through the barred window on the top of the door, we were able to see Sam and Lily looking frustrated, still having a difficult time believing that we would go as far as to lock them in the panic room while we were at the tail start of the apocalypse.

Both of them turned to look at us in disbelief when Lily said, "Okay, let us out. This is not funny."

"Damn straight." I replied, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Dean. Marissa, come on. This is crazy." Sam joined, walking over to the edge of the door, attempting to convince the two of us that our measures was excessive and not necessary.

"No, not until you dry out." Dean didn't budge.

"Look, I'm sorry. We shouldn't have lied to you. Just open the door." Sam continued, trying to approach this civilly. However, it was far too late for that. We were not able to risk anything this time, not with the apocalypse well on its way.

"You don't have to apologize. It's not your fault. It's not Lily's fault. It's not your fault that you lied to us over and over again. I get it now. You couldn't help it." I explained, hoping that Sam and Lily would be able to see how ridiculous it sounded and that it was their fault. They chose this road. Because of their poor decisions, they were both addicted to demon blood, and now, they were forced to go down the ugly road to recovery.

"We're not some junkies." Sam exclaimed.

"Really? I guess I've just imagined how strung out you two have been lately." Dean added. I had noticed it too. They were both going through the symptoms of withdrawal when they weren't able to get the demon blood they needed, especially within the last few days, and that affected their psychic powers, as well. And we refused to give them the blood. We knew that if we didn't stop this here and now, things were going to get much worse.

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