Edith's Pov
"Ed Maybe you should stop with the whole recluse writer thing. " Ada says closing my laptop.
"And why is that?" I ask opening the salad she brought for me.
I take the top of the container and pour ranch into it.
"Because it's unhealthy, you don't talk to anyone and you wake up screaming then write down everything. " She says stealing a slice of tomato.
"Maybe, you're right. I should get some fresh air and with the short stories I've published I should celebrate." I smile stabbing the lettuce.
Ranch lands on my lip. I lick the small dollop off the corner of my mouth.
"I was thinking the park or maybe some shopping at the outdoor mall." She says taking the barely eaten container away. She knows I hate salad or what I call rabbit food.
"Sounds like a plan. Let me get my beanie." I say going upstairs to grab the patchwork beanie.
Dean's Pov
"A simple salt and burn." Sam says as we pass a sign that read Marrion, Kansas.
I look back to see how Cass reacts to his first grave disruption. His face is stark white and his eyes widen.
"Cass, spill it. What's wrong?" I ask turning into the small town's main road.
"One of the future prophets is of age. They want me to guard her." Cass says.
"Like an It's a Wonderful Life thing." I say passing little stores and a farmer's market.
"I don't understand the reference but I appreciate the effort." Cass says smiling.
"So where is she?" Sam asks.
"I'm not sure, I just know her face." Cass says looking out the window.
"Alright so do we just drive around or get something to eat. I'm starving." I ask waiting at a red light.
"There's a diner over there. Who knows, maybe she's our waitress." I laugh pulling into the parking space.
Edith's Pov
After an unsuccessful shopping trip with Ada I decided that I actually needed food meaning a greasy bacon, mac and cheese burger with crinkle cut fries and maybe a chocolate shake. The broken neon sign reads Cathy's Burger Hut is one of the best places in this sleepy little town. Burgers of all kinds, even veggie. They also have the best desserts. Hot fudge pie, shakes or even a slice of their famous cherry bourbon pie. I sit at the bar where you can watch them make it. This was my all-time favorite spot. I smile at Cathy, herself and order the mac and cheese burger with a shake. The door behind me opens and the little silver bell rings. I turn a little to see the three men standing behind me. One looks like a James Dean wannabe, the next is a giant and the third has on a trench coat. I thought trench coats went out of style several decades ago but I'm not a fashion expert. His eyes grow wide as the other two pull him to a booth.
"Thanks Cath." I say taking a bite out of the aforementioned burger.
"On the house Edith for that free publicity from your short stories." She says wiping down the counter.
Sam's Pov
"Dean, that's her. That's Edith. "Cas says pointing at the girl at the counter.
I pull out my laptop and type in Edith and Marrion Kansas. An article pops up about a college student's short story being published in a big literary magazine.
"Dean, you may want to see this." I say turning the laptop.
"So she's published. I don't see how that relates to Cass." Dean says looking at the menu.
"Her short stories are: The Angel's and I, Hell's King, and The Last Battle, "I smirk," Still think it doesn't have anything to do with us."
"Okay, so what's the plan?" Dean asks.
"Follow my lead and Cas…don't say anything." I say as I start walking to the girl.
I clear my throat and tap her shoulder gently.
"Hi, uh I read all of your work and I'd really like your autograph." I say smiling.
"That's sweet, uh do you have a pen." She gestures for me to take a seat beside her.
I fumble for a pen and hand it to her.
"This is the first autograph I've ever given so it might not be the best. " She laughs scratching out her name.
"My name's Sam by the way." I say taking the paper from her once she's finished.
"Well Sam, you've made a small author feel big. I'm Edith but you already knew that." She takes another bite of her burger.
It looks like something Dean would order with the mac and cheese falling out of it.
"I have a brother and a friend that really love your writing. We were just wondering how you come up with the stories. They're so intricate and detailed." I say faking interest.
"They come to me in the form of dreams or sometimes nightmare. The demon story was all about nightmares. "She says confirming her prophet status.
"Do you want to sit with us? I mean we have some pretty big questions about the stories." I ask pretending to be the fanboy that I was painting myself out to be.
"I barely know you Sam, but what the hell. By the way the leather one, he's pretty cute." She says slightly blushing.
"Don't let him hear that. He'll get a big head." I laugh gesturing to the booth where Dean and Cas both sit staring.