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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲―𝐒𝟓 𝐄𝟓: 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐬

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲―𝐒𝟓 𝐄𝟓: 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐬

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𝟷𝟺𝚃𝙷 𝙼𝙰𝚈 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟿―𝙲𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙾𝙽, 𝙾𝙷𝙸𝙾


"LITTLE BASTARD? AS IN THE LITTLE bastard?" I asked in pure disbelief and surprise. I had been a James Dean fan from the moment I had watched Rebel Without A Cause with my dad many years ago. The minute I laid my eyes on him when I was thirteen, I don't think it would be an exaggeration to say that I fell in love. His greased and slicked-back hair, white t-shirt matching with a red cotton jacket, and a cigarette resting on his bottom lip became my sexual fantasy. It was every reason why nearly every guy I dated in high school wore a his hair slicked back, a leather jacket, and accessorized with a cancer-stick in between their lips.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, what's Little Bastard?" Sam questioned, apparently not as caught on as I was on the subject. I turned to look at him, slightly shocked that he never heard of the Little Bastard. Currently, we were in the man, Jim's cell, while Lily stayed behind and spoke to the cops. The man was accused of killing his best friend, although the evidence quite clearly pointed to something supernatural. It had been three weeks since Lucifer's visit, and we were searching for the Colt, while I still had a difficult time wrapping my head around what he told me. I found it difficult to believe that I, of all people, was the devil's soulmate, but I knew better than to assume he would lie about something like that. It made sense why the angels have kept me alive for so long if it was true. They were afraid that Lucifer would kill them if anything happened to me. I still couldn't bring myself to tell anybody, even Lily, about it. I felt that upon finding out that I was capable of falling in love with someone like Lucifer would allow them to see me differently, and I was more than afraid of that outcome.

"It's James Dean's car. It's the one he was killed in." I informed Sam, disbelief still present in my voice.

"Yeah, that's the one. Cal had been looking for it for years. I mean, hell, we both had. But he found it first." Jim informed the three of us.

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