hey, me again. yeah it must be pretty annoying, not getting very many chapters in in a period of time, cuz im lazy and all that shit... but others will soon be updated... like tonight updated... yeah okay, not the point
so some of my fellow assbutts chained me to a wall and forced me for days to write this story... jk. It includes obnoxious teenagers, curses on asshat boyfriends, and swearing angels. happy reading my friends, and i wish you luck to your sanity.
as usual, i own nothing but the idea, the creepy OCs and the monstrosity you are about to begin reading.
p.s. the title originally looked like this A. Angels B. Demons - C. None of the Above - but of course the site had to be a meaner when it came to that.
if you have any questions, please feel free to PM me.
Prologue
Warmth cascaded through the halls of Vallivue High, washing over two young men as they hurriedly clambered inside. Out in the parking lot snow was falling heavily onto the black asphalt, covering the ground in a frosty white. The older newcomer grumbled, making note in his mind for the fifth time that day that he hated winter with a passion and to tell his brother and 'business partner' that next holiday they would go somewhere warm... like Hawaii... or the Bahamas. Yeah, a vacation would be nice. Really nice.
"Hey Dean, snap out of it. We're on a hunt," the younger man attempted to wake his brother from his musings.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."
Ever since Sam had lost his soul, he had become more and more annoying, showing fake emotion as much as possible. His curiosity was endless in the most horrifying predicaments, endangering both himself and his brother. He needed his soul back, and Dean would make sure he got it back, even at the cost of his life. No one should have to live like that.
"May I help you?" a voice snapped Dean back into real life.
In front of the two hunters stood a middle aged woman with short, chestnut colored hair and a festive green shirt. Glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, giving her a librarian sort of look. The elder Winchester slapped on a fairly serious look and pulled out his fake F.B.I badge from the back pocket of his 'monkey suit' that Sam made him wear.
"F.B.I agents Page and Snyder. We'd like to ask you a few questions on the accidents going on here at Vallivue."
"Oh, yes of course. Here, come to my office," the woman gestured down the brick hallway towards (lol, irony) the school's library.
The Winchester boys followed the woman to a set of wooden doors, each decorated with a small window. Once inside, they suddenly felt the peace and calm they usually did when they went into a library, or at least Dean did. Sam immediately began asking a few questions once they were inside the librarian's office. The elder Winchester was distracted, though, and was actually paying attention to some movement down in the non-fiction aisle.
"Hey, is it okay if I go and check out the library?" Dean asked the librarian.
"Yes, go right ahead. In fact, this is where most of the incidents have been happening."
Dean hurried out of the office as quickly as possible without trying to look suspicious. When he turned the corner of the aisle, though, he expected to see someone, or something, doing, consequently, something out of the ordinary. Instead, the hunter found a pair of freshmen, making out at the end of the bookcase.
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