𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 & 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 | 𝐃.𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 [𝟏]

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭―𝐒𝟓 𝐄𝟑: 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮

❝︎Because of you...❞︎

𝟷𝟾𝚃𝙷 𝙰𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙻 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟿―𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙽𝙻𝚈, 𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙽𝚂𝚈𝙻𝚅𝙰𝙽𝙸𝙰

       JO AND I AGREED THEN THAT I would keep her updated with all things regarding me and, most importantly, the apocalypse. I was hesitant to agree to that, but the point of no return passed, and the apocalypse was affecting hunters all over the world. After our conversation, I caught up with Dean, Sam, and Lily. Sitting in the park, on a picnic table, Sam and Lily confessed that they didn't trust themselves to be around demons without the temptation to drink their blood. Dean and I understood, in fact, we both felt more comfortable if they stayed away from demons and worked to build their resistance towards their allure to demon blood. Now on our own, Dean and I decided to work a case.

We spent the last few days tracking a vampire in Greenly, Pennsylvania. I had been the bait. I put on a tight low-cut beige tank top and skinny white jeans with clear strapped heels and paid a visit to the bar where the vamp picked up his victims. Luckily, I fit his target description. He was supposed to lead his victims through the alley where he would feed on them, but instead, he asked me to lead him to where I was staying. I was taken back by the change of plans, but I knew I couldn't break my part. I took out my phone, to let Dean there was a change of plans. The vampire appeared to show genuine sexual interest in me. Of course, that did not change our minds. In fact, when Dean caught up with us, he seemed to be angered by something. He used a smaller blade, although I knew he had a bigger one, to slowly chop off his head. To me, it appeared that he enjoyed it a little too much and I planned to ask him about it as soon as we made it back to our motel room.

On the way back, Dean and I didn't speak much. We both rode in the Impala because we thought it would have been easier to travel in the same vehicle, especially considering there was more room for us with Sam and Lily gone. I glanced down at my clear colored nails as the radio played Simple Man by Lynyrd Skynyrd. I yawned, tired after our day of tracking down the vampire, resting my head on Dean's shoulder. I could feel as his gaze shifted to look where I placed my head. He didn't say anything, allowing me to keep it there. It was not long before I fell asleep.