I'm sososo sorry! I haven't updated in forever! I do realize that I'm a really spacy author, but I do try... I hope that this makes up for it at least a little bit? Please don't kill me?
Aziraphale stepped an inch back, foot just brushing the fire, singing her ankle. She winced and stepped forward again.
"And, pray tell... What would that accomplish, my dear?" She spat out through grit teeth. Ruby scoffed, incredulous, but not surprised.
"I'll get your precious little Serpent all to myself, that, and I get bragging rights. It's not often we demons get to capture and torture an angel, let alone one as high-ranked as you." She paced around Aziraphale like a cat circling a mousetrap. "You're very pretty, though, aren't you? Pretty in a fragile sort of way." She reached out, dragging one fingernail down Aziraphale's cheek, agonizingly slowly. "So fragile... You'll bleed easy, won'tcha?" She reached into her belt and tore out a knife, almost as though she felt a personal hatred toward it. "Oh yeah, your wings'll look real pretty all broken and bleeding, won't they?" Aziraphale closed her eyes.
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"Dean!" Sam grimaced as he stepped over and around piles of miscellaneous car-part-junk. There seemed to be an overabundance of oil around here... "Dean? Dean- Oh crap." As Sam's flashlight fell over the car currently dragged into the shed-slash-garage, he found that his brother appeared to not only be bleeding copiously from the arms and stomach, but that there were several large words written on the wall. "Oh crap." Repeated Sam. "Oh crap, I know what happened to Aziraphale."
The words read as such:
HIYA DUMBO(1). ANGEL-CAKES WITH ME. OH, AND SAY HI TO DEANEY DEAREST. HOPE HE MAKES IT.
~S~U~P~E~R~N~A~T~U~R~A~L~!~
Two days ago:
Santana Singer stared, frozen, at the tall blonde woman currently standing in front of her. "Mom?" she asked again. "Mom, what.. what happened to you? You're dead."
"Yes." Karen Singer looked down at her chest, where several stab wounds had just barely healed. "Yes I am, and I need you to kill the bad, bad man who did it." She stretched her cold, white, arms out to her daughter. "Please, please... I'm so cold..."
Her daughter backed away, slamming herself painfully into the phone booth. She froze for a second, watching warily as her deceased mother advanced, arms outstretched. She fumbled behind herself for a second, attempting to find the catch on the lock.
"No." She said forcefully. "No, dad killed you because you were posessed. You weren't murdered, it was an accident..." Her eyes were tearing up. "It was an accident." She breathed, trying desperately to convince herself that it was true, but obviously losing conviction. Her mother had backed her completely into the phone booth's door. She tilted her head back, slamming it against the faux-glass panes."An accident..." She protested weakly.
"No.. No, it wasn't." Her mother cooed, caressing her daughter's face. "No, he did it on purpose. He killed me... He murdered me."
"Murdered you..." Mumbled Santana, before the world swerved away into a painful nothingness.
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Jenevieve was not having fun. She had somehow been roped into, how did Alistair put it?- 'Rediscovering Hell'. as of the past two hours, people had dumped her in blood, chopped half her hair off, whacked her with spoons, and effectively given her a new nickname: 'Runaround'. Bitches.
She'd have to visit Esabelle later. That'd be sure to be fun. Unless... Of course, Esabelle believed she had been sent by angels to spy on the inner demonic workings of Hell.(2) Which, at the moment, Esabelle did.
Great.
Jenevieve sighed and shifted her head, which was currently resting on her crossed arms.
She wished Alistair would just come back.
~S~U~P~E~R~N~A~T~U~R~A~L~!~
Heaven was boring.
Not that Summer had expected anything else, but still.
At least there were those Hunters down the by-way.
I mean, she was glad that none of the fun people she knew, none of the people she liked had died yet, but she was sorta sad, too...
At least she had a good view of Earth.
This was going to be interesting... Not that being dead could be anything else, even if she hadn't been a Hunter(3).
But still.
To Be Continued...
After-notes:
1.) At the end of 4.22, Ruby tells Sam : "You didn't need the feather to fly Dumbo. You had in in you all along.", and I swear, just the thought gives me chills. Her delivery? FLAWLESSLY cruel, and so damn beautiful in the scariest way. Watch "The last ten minutes of 4.22 Supernatural" on Youtube, and you'll see what I mean.
2.) Esabelle's more than a little wary since Jenevieve left them behind. She's lost a little faith in... well, everything. Sad, really.
3.) Don't worry. All will be revealed. Eventually. XD But.. you know the Dean/OCin the summary? Here it is.
A/N:
Wow. *phew* Writing the Santana-Karen convo was harder than you'd believe... Poor, poor Santana. She had to watch as her mom was killed by her dad... So sad... But I liked writing Jenevieve pining after Alistair. You'd think after two years away from Hell, she'd be used to it... O_o And was that PLOT I saw at the end? Summer... My newest friend/OC... Yeah. I'm pathetic, but please review anyway.
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