Yay! New chapter!
So I'm going to try and write chapters every other weekend. Just so I don't end up falling behind!
I do not own Supernatural, nor do I own chocolate covered pomegranates. (But I wish I did. They're delicious.)
You hum quietly as you drive the Impala. Dean is to your right, leaning against the window as he sleeps. Sam is in the back, trying to find a comfortable spot so he can fall asleep. And you are driving the Impala through an empty highway in the middle of the night.
I expected this to seem more satisfying, you think as you listen to the quiet static of the radio. This is one of those rare moments when everything is silent in the elder Winchester's vehicle. You had thought that the silence would seem peaceful. It isn't; it's just lonely.
Dean changes his position so that his head now rests on your shoulder. You roll your eyes but refuse to say anything. It's not often the brothers get a peaceful sleep. He yawns and stretches his arms, pushing your face to the side. "Well, good morning pain-in-the-ass." Dean groans and shoves you, leaning against his door.
"Where are we?"
"About a quarter of a mile from Virginia." You sigh and lean back into your seat. Your head is pounding. "Hey, d'ya have any Tylenol?" Dean shakes his head and pokes Sam, who immediately sits up.
"Do you have any Tylenol?" asks Dean and Sam shakes his head.
"It's in the-" You cut him off with a groan as you close your eyes. The pain is intense; it feels as if a thousand hammers are pounding into your skull. You grip onto the steering wheel and lean your forehead against it. "(Name)-"
You open your eyes in time to see someone standing in the highway, right in the line of the Impala. You slam your foot onto the breaks and the car swerves. The last thing you hear are Sam and Dean's voices before you black out.
You can hear voices but everything is dark. There is Sam and Dean's voices, but also others. The other voices are hushed whispers-millions of them. And when millions of voices are talking at the same level, everything is very, very loud.
It takes so much force to open your eyes that you feel as if you are lifting Sam. The first thing you see is the stars. There are so many of them; they remind you of the voices. The voices are quieter now, but they are still there. And still incredibly annoying.
You sit up and your back cracks. You check yourself for injuries and notice that your left arm is bleeding. Hissing in a breath, you stand. Everything aches; just like that creaky feeling your bones get when you are sick. Looking around, you see Sam and Dean standing behind the Impala (which is thankfully unharmed), checking the surrounding areas.
"Hey!" Your throat is dry and it hurts to speak, but you get the boys' attention. Sam walks over to you and puts his coat around you.
"Are you okay?" he asks. You show him your arm and he walks to the Impala, getting the first aid kit from the backseat. He bandages you up and hands you a bottle of water.
"You saw that, right? The person in the middle of the road?" Sam nods and you exhale. At least you're not crazy; except for the voices in your head.
"It was Cas." Your eyes widen as you take a sip of your water.
"The hell did he think he was doing?" Sam shrugs.
"Dean's calling him now." You look past Sam at Dean, who is practically screaming at the sky.
"You called?" Cas's deep voice comes from behind you. You whirl around, whacking him with Sam's heavy jacket.
"You son of a bitch! How the hell could you do that! You nearly got us killed! What were you thinking?"
"I needed to speak with you!"
"So you pop in the seat beside me! You do not appear in front of a moving car." Dean takes the jacket from your hands and Sam holds you back, considering you had lunged for Castiel's throat.
"Have you been hearing any voices lately?" asks Cas. You stop struggling and shrug Sam's arms off of you.
"How did you know about those?" He answers your question with yet another question.
"Have you been having extremely painful headaches?"
"Castiel, I don't have time for this. What are you suggesting?" It seemed like something out of a movie. The air become cooler, the moon became brighter, and everyone held their breath for a few moments as they waited for the information.
"I believe," began Castiel. "That you are a fallen angel."
Next chapter coming soon to a computer near you.