The Damned Angel || Supernatural

Lazarus Rising 3

(Dolores' P.O.V.)

Dolores' cold blue eyes shifted between the two men that stood before her, her patience diminishing by the second. She turned her full attention to Bobby, who flinched ever so slightly under her glare, and waited for him to realize just who the fuck she was talking about.

Bobby's eyes widened and he gasped, a look of realization flashing across his face. His gaze fell down to the floor and he let out a shaky breath. Bobby's shoulders slumped as his fear melted away, only to be replaced with rage of his own. He snapped his head up to glare directly into Dolores' eyes.

"God fucking damnit Dolly! That's what you're so pissed off about?!" Bobby yelled at her, stepping forward and getting right in her face. Dolores crossed her arms and let out a sigh, her fear inducing facade crumbling for a second or two, revealing a little of just how worried she truly was. "And here I thought something serious was wrong!"

"This is serious Bobby!" Dolores exclaimed as she slammed her foot on the floor, her arms falling to her sides and her hands balling into fists. Her once fear inducing eyes were now wide open and full of desperation and panic."Where is she Bobby?! She's still here right?!"

"She's in the garage that you stole from me, along with most of your other stuff." Bobby answered after taking a few calming breaths, his voice laced with sympathy and annoyance. Dean looked between the two in confusion and concern.

"Really?!" Dolores exclaimed in shock and joy, her face lighting up like a kid in a candy store.

"Yes really." Bobby sighed, rubbing his face exasperated.

"Who exactly are we talking about?" Dean asked, his gaze flitting between the two hunters before solely landing on Dolores. The corners of Dean's lips lifted into a small smile at the sight of Dolores' joyous expression.

"Only the finest piece of human engineering to ever grace this Earth," Dolores declared and she's all mine."

Dolores grabbed a hold of Dean's hand and ran straight through the kitchen and out the backdoor, Bobby followed closely behind them. Dolores sprinted down the porch steps and through Bobby's labyrinth of junkyard cars, her hand still clasped tightly around Dean's as he barely managed to keep up. After seeing how fast the two of them were running Bobby decided to take his sweet ass time following them. Dolores navigated her way through the beat up old cars until she saw it.

The garage. Her garage. The last garage near the edge of Bobby's property.

Dolores skidded to a stop in front of the door, letting go of Dean's hand as he tried to catch his breath. She slowly lifted her hand to the doorknob, and as luck would have it, the old knob twisted and the door swung open.

A large cloud of dust wafted out of the garage and Dolores quickly covered her nose and mouth to stop herself from coughing. She stepped through the doorway and swung her arm around in the eternal darkness until she found the light switch. The lightbulb flickered for a bit before filling the room with a dim yellow glow. Dolores looked around the garage, a small genuine smile on her face as memories of her, Bobby, and Rufus planning out hunts played through her mind. In the center of the garage was Darling covered by a white sheet, all around the walls were Dolores' old hunting gear and stashed away in one of the wardrobes on the left hand wall were some of her old clothes that definitely needed to get washed.

Dean finally stepped through the doorway after catching his breath, and looked around in awe, while Bobby wasn't too far behind the pair. Dolores walked up to Darling and without hesitation yanked the white sheet off, revealing her in all her glory. Darling was spotless, not a speck of dust on her, her sides still a beautiful red and roof her and wheels still their gorgeous inky black. There was not a scratch to be seen on her, she was still perfect after 13 years of no use. Dolores' smile became wider, more warm and loving as she affectionately placed her hand on Darling's roof.