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Chapter 34: House of the Holy Part 1
"I think I missed my period." My voice broke and elevated in strange places and Dean just looked at me a moment. A long moment that told me how terrified he was. He lifted himself from the floor and drew me in his arms.
"Dean…" I tried, voice sounding more like crackling on a static TV. "How could we let this happen?" I asked him, digging my hands into his back and clutching his t-shirt. My tears were soaking the one spot on his shoulder, but he didn't seem to notice.
"Hey, come on…" Dean tried. His voice was strong; stronger than I thought it would be. He rubbed my back in small circles, pausing to push a little between each of my ribs.
I couldn't understand why I was so upset over this. I mean, this is what I wanted. Right? Ever since seeing Tyler. Hell, before then. When we had saved that family from the yellow eyed demon and the mother was clutching her newborn daughter. Was it then? Was it in me way before then? I wanted to think that even if I was pregnant, my throat gave forth another sob when I thought of it, how were we going to do this? This wasn't a life to bring a child up in. There were too many things that could go wrong, hell even before I had the kid. Not that Sam and Dean wouldn't be the best people this kid would ever know. Dean would be an amazing father and Sam would be the best uncle. But that wasn't the point. The point was this kid's life would be screwed to hell and that wasn't fair. It wasn't fair to bring him or her up in a demon and spirit filled life. My kid deserved a fucking normal life, especially since Dean and I weren't allowed to have one.
"Weren't we always careful?" I asked Dean. Two painful sobs erupted from my chest and Dean stood, wrapped one arm around my back and the other came up under my legs. He lifted me from the chair and curled me on his lap as he sat on the bed.
"Shhhh…" He cooed, rocking me in his arms. I put my arms around his neck and held on tightly as he ran a hand through my hair. He pulled back after a few moments and wiped away the relentless tear tracks away with his thumb. "I thought this was what you wanted." He said gently, confused.
I nodded. "I do, of course I do. But I mean, you know why we were so hell bent on waiting Dean." Dean leaned foreword and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek. When he pulled away his lips were shining slightly from my tears. "What if something happens, what if he gets hurt?"
Dean smiled slightly as he pulled back. "So you think it's gonna be a boy?"
I couldn't help but laugh at his pure excitement of fatherhood in his eyes. "Honestly, I'm kind of hoping for a girl if anything…"
Dean laughed, leaving another kiss on my lips this time. "Andy, please, Winchesters are bred to be boys. Can you imagine a little girl running around our motel room with pink horses and glitter?" Dean made a face and I shoved his arm.
"I can see you playing with the horses and Barbies as we speak…you used to play with mine!"
"I confused them with my action figures." Dean tried, with a shrug of his shoulder and a slight defiant pout of his lower lip.
"Confusing Batman and a Barbie with a pink tutu? You must have been playing in the dark, you dork." I said affectionately and he ruffled my hair but then took his hand and ran it through my locks, undoing the damage.
"No need for name calling." He said softly and I laid my head on his shoulder and breathed deeply, the air hitting off his neck and pushing back on my face. I leaned foreword and kissed his skin, letting my nose rub against it and cause waves of cinnamon coated calmness float around my face.
"I just…I just don't want anything to happen, ya know? Bad things always happen, especially when it has to do with us and our lives." I figured I might as well tell Dean what was really the matter, otherwise he was going to think I was bipolar with this whole wanting a kid thing. I mean, I didn't want Dean to think that I didn't want a baby, especially when his eyes seemed to light up when we talked about it. But I knew he was just as scared as I was.
Dean lifted my chin and made sure I was looking in his beautiful hazel eyes as he talked. I can't believe I never noticed, with all the times I had been so close, that he had small flecks of green and gold woven within the hazel. "Babe, I hate to break this to you, but bad things always happen everywhere." He was right and my eyes drifted down to look at the hand holding my chin. Our lives weren't the only ones that were bad. And now that I thought about it, our lives could be worse. They weren't horrid. We had each other, had one another's backs and cared; which was more than a lot of people had. Our lives were dangerous, not horrible. "But I promise," He said, grabbing my attention once again. "Sam and I will always be here. Least we can do is make sure when bad things happen we can fix it."
Happy tears filled my eyes and for once I was glad I wasn't crying because I was upset. I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him, squeezing him from side to side. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me as well, holding me just as tightly. It was the kind of embrace you never wanted to leave, because everything was there. Everything that mattered. Nothing was worth leaving each other's arms. But I knew eventually I would have to pull out of the warm cocoon, back into the harsh and cold reality of things. But I knew I could crawl in bed with Dean after a long day and that dream like warmth would always be there. No matter what.
"I love you." I said after a moment of intense squeezing.
He ran a hand down my back. "I love you too."
I winced as I thought for a moment. "You know, I hate to be the burst of your fatherhood bubble…but I may just be late."
I couldn't read his face then. He wasn't disappointed or upset or angry or pleased. I didn't know what that was. But as he ran a hand down my face and pushed some hair behind my ear, I didn't try and force myself to figure it out. His actions spoke louder than any facial expression could give.
"Well, either way my statement still stands."
I nodded and leaned in to kiss his cheek. "I didn't mean to be so upset before." I said somewhat embarrassed. "You know how much I wanted a baby. It's just of course everything happens at the wrong time."
Dean brushed his lips against mine, a calming motion that made his lips feel like wet cherries. "How bout we wait till we make sure and then we'll tell Sam and worry about it, okay?"
I nodded again, this action more sure of itself than the last time I did it. I wasn't sure why I felt so alone when I had been looking at that calendar. It just felt like, if I was pregnant, that I'd have to worry about everything by myself. But I had Sam and Dean. And even though I didn't have a mother figure to help me through it all, I couldn't have asked for better people in my life. But like Dean said, maybe I shouldn't have been jumping ahead, I was most likely late. But I was happy he was taking such an interest in thinking I really was pregnant. That terrified me even more to get the test done…to see if I really was pregnant or not. Would he be relieved or disappointed? Hell…would I be relieved or disappointed? I guess I wouldn't really know until I picked up a test from a damn mini mart. And even then I knew I was going to procrastinate. Sooner or later, if I didn't get it myself, I knew Dean would get one for me. The man had trouble picking up tampons but he'd be the first one to volunteer to get a pregnancy test. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at the thought. Unbelievable that Dean Winchester was. I smiled faintly and ran my hand over his jaw, leaving a small but firm and loving kiss on his lips. Unbelievable.
"Are we going to have a case? Just because I might be pregnant doesn't mean I have to be in a wheelchair all the time."
Dean nodded and swept a hand over my back. "But it does mean that you have to take care of yourself."
"I'm not a total slob, ya know." I said, shoving him and getting off his lap to clean myself up.
"You know what I mean. Eating right, no more beer or coffee." I groaned and he smiled slightly, rolling his eyes as he came to meet me in the bathroom. He leaned against the door jam and watched me as I brushed my teeth and ran a warm washcloth over my face. "No more extreme hunts."
I looked at him incredulously. "I barely have a baby bump and you're already taking me off of hunts?!" I went to lay the wet cloth over the tub to dry. "Okay, look, I'll be careful but we have to learn how to work around this okay? I'm not going to be stuck in bed all the time Dean. If boredom doesn't kill me, I'll kill you."
Dean came towards me and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Well, obviously, you won't be bedridden this hunt or the next or the one after that or the one after that…but sooner or later you're gonna have to calm down. Okay?"
I nodded and leaned in against his chest as he left trails of kisses on my head. "Fine. But I hope you know that you'll be picking me up tons of food and Blockbusters."
Dean smiled against my hair. "I look forward to it."
I groaned, pulling back from him. "How are we going to get that test without Sam knowing?"
Dean shrugged, scratching the back of his neck. "It shouldn't be that hard. It's not like you have to pee right in front of him." I giggled and rubbed my face against his chest, his arms growing tighter around me at the action. "You scared?" He asked me quietly, like his voice was treading on being just that.
I shrugged, causing his shoulders to do so as well. "A little, I guess."
"Well, I'd pee on the stick for you," I laughed and he smiled, giving me a kiss on my temple. "But I don't really think it'll be worth anything if we figure out I'm not pregnant."
I kissed his cheek, knowing he was really just trying to make me smile now. "Thanks babe, I really don't know what I would do without you." I said softly and he drew me even closer to him as I heard the motel door open.
"You won't ever have to worry about it," He whispered. "Because I'm not going anywhere."
"So," Sam said, while closing the door with some coffees in his hands. "Is 'Touched by an Angel' a song or a movie?"
I pulled back from Dean's hold and looked at Sam curiously and eyed the coffee. "Um, not sure. Why?" I winced. "Please don't tell me were joining a church of some kind."
Now that I thought about it, if I was pregnant, the baby would have to be baptized. I mean, I honestly was the last one to believe in God and anything that had to do with miracles and angels. If miracles and angels were real my father and mother would still be alive. John wouldn't have sold his soul and Mary and Jess wouldn't have died violent deaths. I wonder how Dean would take it, knowing he was more of a non believer than I was. Anything he couldn't see and touch wasn't real to him. But I was hypocrite. I could believe in spirits and the devil but God and angels were a long shot? My mom and dad baptized me and I think that was the root of the reason I wanted to get it done. Because if my parents were here, that's what they would have wanted.
Dean's arm remained around my waist until he saw Sam struggle with the three coffees. He took two from Sam and set them on the kitchen table. I wondered if I could have caffeine, seeing as how I didn't know if I was pregnant. Even if I was, a little coffee wouldn't do much of a difference right? If I was, I was barely over a week or two along. I sat in one of the chairs and Dean leaned against the sink as Sam bustled around to look for a bagel he could salvage. Good thing we were heading to the mini mart soon. I think I'd need Dean with me to actually pick up the pregnancy test, I had a strong feeling I would chicken out.
"No, I didn't join a church." Sam finally answered after he found a bagel. It wasn't molded so he popped it in the toaster. "We have any peanut butter left?"
"Um, maybe in the first cabinet?"
He looked and found the jar, a little left at the bottom. "There was more before." Sam accused and I smiled sheepishly and Dean let out a short laugh.
"There were Oreos…I couldn't help myself." I shrugged, sticking my tongue out at him.
"Looks like we'll picking up those too." Dean said thoughtfully and I nodded, motioning to the coffee. I locked eyes with him and he nodded slightly, inferring I could have it. Plus, I knew right after I got that test he'd be dictating everything like crazy. So mise well drink the coffee and eat what I wanted while I still could.
"Anyways," Sam started, waiting for his bagel to pop.
"That toaster burns, pop it early." I said and he nodded.
"I was looking in the papers and apparently a Gloria Sytnik of Providence, Rhode Island has been touched by an angel."
I looked between Dean and Sam, a sour look on my face. "Like literally or loopy figuratively."
Dean smiled and Sam shrugged. "According to the article she says she's not crazy."
"Says the person touched by an angel." Dean said with a scoff. "How do we know she's not just a few screws loose?"
Sam winced. "Maybe she is. The article also said that she stabbed a man in the heart because the angel told her that he was guilty to his deepest foundations." Sam repeated and it made me wonder if he had tried to memorize the entire article.
"So an angel told her to murder someone?" I asked incredulously. "Alright, well, I'm the last one to believe in that kind of crap but I mean, according to lore, angels aren't evil. They don't appear to you to tell you to kill."
Dean shrugged, leaning up off the sink to come behind my chair and rest his hands on my shoulders. "Maybe it's a demon or some kind of spirit."
I put the coffee down, getting up to kiss Dean's cheek and to start gathering things up. "Looks like were heading to Providence."
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"So Sam just wants us to sit here?" I asked Dean as we moved into the new motel room. It was slightly more comfortable than the last one. The walls were a calming bluish green color and the bed comforters had pink flowers and lily pads on them. "Did we check into the 'Little Mermaid Motel'?" I asked as I noticed the lamps had little mermaids on the shades.
Dean chuckled, heading into the bathroom to put our bottles of shampoo and things where they belonged. "Just be glad the theme isn't, 'Roach Motel'."
I grimaced and nodded, yeah I guess there were worse things. "Oh my God." I said amusedly, going over to the one side of the bed.
"What?"
"Come out here and look at this thing." I giggled looking at the damn thing literally attached to the side of the bed. Basically it was a vibrator…for the bed. The thing was called 'Magic Fingers –- Tingling Relaxation and Ease – Only 25¢'. "Dean you have any quarters?" I asked, jumping on the bed and laying down.
"Dare I ask why?" He came out of the bathroom and set down the miscellaneous duffel bag next to our own.
"Because our bed vibrates!" I exclaimed and he chuckled as he laid down next to me, reaching over to pop a few quarters in the machine.
As the machine shook to a start and began shaking the bed Dean pulled me close to him, setting me down to lay on his chest. "You're the only one I know, other than me, that'd be this excited over a vibrating bed."
I giggled again and played with one of the buttons on his shirt. "Well, isn't that why you're with me? Because we're so much alike?"
Dean lifted my chin with his thumb and brought my lips closer to his. "That isn't the only reason." He whispered, soft and tempting air against my skin.
I pushed my lips into his, his fingers lacing with my own. Our tongues tangled as I moved closer to him. My legs enveloped his and our pelvises were starting to rock slowly against one another's. Whether it was the vibrating bed that caused it to feel so good was unknown.
"You know," Dean said while all of a sudden pulling back. It made me want to groan and moan all at once. My body was confused at that moment. "You really should try and get some sleep. You didn't get any after the damn bank heist and I didn't see you sleep on the drive here."
"Now?" I asked him incredulously, knowing full and well that he was hard against me. "You want me to sleep now?" I pushed my waist against him, as if to emphasize my point and he shuttered, closing his eyes for a moment. He leaned up and kissed me briefly and my legs came to wrap around his waist. The bed was still shaking and it was making us both bothered and hot whether we wanted to be or not. "We don't even know if I'm pregnant yet and you already want to start babying me?" I asked.
Dean winced and I hadn't meant to hit him hard like that. I wasn't mad or anything and I loved the protective father-ness thing he seemed to have going on already. But come on, it was a bit too early to start that shit with me.
"I just want to make sure you get some rest."
"You wanna tire me out?" I asked suggestively, running a hand down his t-shirted chest. Which I was full and ready to remove. Dean chuckled, shaking his head. My hand went lower and I toyed around the bulge that was pulsing just below his belt. "You want me to tire you out?" I asked softly, fingers playing with the belt buckle.
He swallowed thickly and watched my hands slowly take his belt off. "I'm not the one who needs to sleep."
I shrugged. "You've been driving that whole time; if anyone needs to relax it's you." I unbuckled his jeans and it was funny how that naturally created a blush to sweep across his cheeks. "I promise I'll get some sleep but only if you sleep with me."
Dean smiled and leaned in to kiss my cheek. "That sounds pretty fair."
I nodded and got up off of him, causing him to groan ever so slightly. I smiled and rolled my eyes as he laid down on the bed. I took off my tank top and shimmied down my shorts. He cocked an eyebrow as he slid off his button down and took of his t-shirt and jeans as well. I wanted to do that but I'm guessing it was getting a little bit too tight and I was taking too long.
I looked down at my trimmed stomach and wondered what it would look like if I was actually pregnant. I took a good look at my feet as well and smiled slightly when I thought that I wouldn't remember what color nail polish I'd have one because I wouldn't be able to see them.
"You'll still be beautiful, ya know." Dean said quietly, the blush turning a more prominent red as he said it. "If you are…" He trailed off, playing with the elastic on his boxers.
I straddled his waist again and pushed him down on the bed, reaching on the floor for his jeans so I could put more quarters in the Magic Fingers machine.
"Does that thing work like a parking meter?" Dean asked me as I slipped two more quarters in the slot.
"I don't know. Let's hope, because we got about an hour and a half worth of vibration." I shifted myself upon his groin and sat slowly, feeling his heat push against my own. I bit my lower lip and he took a quick intake of breath. I moved slowly in a circle, running my hands down the sides of his chest. He wrapped his arms around my waist, as if to hold me in place.
That's when I shifted off of him, trying to build up his urges and edges until he couldn't take it anymore. I laid down on him and my chin was right below his navel. I kissed the skin there and trailed my tongue over and in his belly button causing his hands to grip my shoulders. Dean was extremely ticklish in some places, but I knew he liked that area to be touched. I did it a few more times, having my fingers dip inside his boxers and brush against smoldering areas. The farther down my fingers went the more it felt like a sauna right in his boxers. I gently started to peel them down and he arched his back so I could get them off. I kissed his thighs, the outside and trailed my lips along the inside. My nose may have accidently on purpose hit a few sensitive spots and I found his hips bucking off the bed. He wasn't going to last much longer and I barely even touched him.
"Hey Dean…" He was breathing heavily by that point and warmth was oozing from every surface. I kissed his thigh again and gripped him with my hands, causing him to whimper. "Dean." I tried again.
"What?" He rasped.
"About those waffles…"
He groaned and his hips bucked again, causing him to shift up and down in my hands. "I'll stop if you don't admit it. And warned you what would happen if you finished by yourself…"
I knew about a million dirty images of me on our bed with Sam in the background watching was flashing through his head. Making him angry but making him think as well. I played dirty; he knew that, I was more like him than he knew.
"I have no idea…"
I gripped him again, almost causing him to go off the edge. I stopped just before he took the nose dive and he gripped the sheets in utter annoyance and prolonged ecstasy. "You wanna try that again?" I asked slowly and he nodded, swallowing. I knew he was embarrassed to be in such little control and that meant…
"The waffles were flipping fantastic, alright?" He snapped. Embarrassment led into anger with him. But I knew he wasn't mad at me per say. He was mad at the lack of control and how I was literally making him beg for something he could do himself.
I laughed, seeing what little patience he had left in him. I decided to press it, seeing as how he was the one teetering on the edge here. "Say it like you mean it."
"I loved the waffles Andy." He whined, feeling me shift my fingers against rounded heat. I gripped him again and leaned down to place a kiss on his nose.
"Was that so hard?"
I pumped maybe two or three times before he came, as I said he wasn't that far behind the edge. He gripped the sheets and made a crying noise that made my insides melt as I pushed the euphoria through his blood stream a little bit longer. When my hands stopped, he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me to lay on his chest, his heavy breathing pushing me up and down. I smiled, kissing his shoulder.
"Sorry babe. If you would have admitted to it a long time ago…"
"Right," Dean said with a short laugh. "Like admitting it then was so horrible."
I shrugged and kissed his cheek bone as the vibrations of the machine slowed. "Would have been a lot better, that's all I'm saying."
He kissed my head and ran a hand down my back. "Are you sleeping in that?"
I looked down at my navy blue panties and matching bra and shrugged. "Yeah," I then yawned. "I'm suddenly too tired to move." It probably was a combination of his scent and heat and the rapid moving of his chest and the slow vibrations of the bed that were starting to lull me to sleep.
"I refuse to let you sleep in that."
His voice sounded so stern that it made me giggle. "Why not?"
"Because I'll never get to sleep."
I smiled, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "What are you just going to watch me as I fall asleep?"
Dean shrugged, smiling as he caught my own. "Maybe for a little." He lifted us up in one swift motion and pulled the sheets down. We then got comfortable on one pillow and he drew me close again, covering me with a thin sheet as the vibrations stopped completely.
"I like knowing you're right there to watch." I said sleepily, holding him tightly under the covers. I snuggled into the crook of his neck and I felt his hands run over my back.
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"One Year."
Gravel, dirt, flowers, box, Impala, Sam…Oh, Sam…
"One year, and one year only."
Bobby, Yellow, run down house, stacked up pizza boxes, bottles of finished off beer, dust and rotting flesh.
"All you have to do is bring…"
"One year only."
"Sam back…"
Dried blood, wet tear tracks, holding and crying.
"I will give you one year and one year only."
Dean.
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I jolted up in bed, breathing heavily. It felt like I was having an asthma attack. I looked beneath me and Dean wasn't there. I looked at the empty bed next to me and the empty room. Why was everything fucking empty?
"Dean!" I hadn't meant to scream but I was petrified. What the hell did one year even mean? What did any of it mean? All I knew was that I woke up and Dean was gone. "Dean!"
Dean and Sam burst through the front door, weapons close to them. Once they saw that nothing was attacking me and settled their eyes on me in bed they lowered their weapons and Dean handed Sam his gun and approached me.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Where were you?!"
"Whoa, whoa…" he said calmly, putting his hands up in front of him like I was going to throw a shot. He then realized I was a crying mess in my bra nonetheless and took off his button down to put around my shoulders. "What's going on sweetheart? I left for ten minutes and then I heard you screaming. What happened?"
"Why did you leave at all?" I asked; my voice slightly calmer.
"I got dressed and went to get a coke or something from the vending machine and met Sam in the parking lot."
I now looked towards the motel door, which Sam was shutting and he gave me a small smile.
I shook my head and used the sleeves of Dean's shirt to wipe the tear tracks away. "I um, had a nightmare, I'm sorry." Dean winced, knowing how bad my nightmares had been of late. "It was about you and I woke up and you weren't here…"
"Hush," Dean said quietly and gently, pulling me towards him. "I'm sorry." He whispered into my hair.
I didn't even know why I was so upset over this tiny nightmare. It hadn't been as bad like that dog attack one. At least Dean hadn't died in this one. But something was chilling my spine and heart. Something that felt like ice…and it had something to do with one year.
I shook my head against his shoulder and pulled back, giving a small smile at them both. "I'm fine, sorry."
"Are you sure?" Dean asked, unconvinced. He ran his hands up and down my arms trying to create some type of warmth. "You're shivering like crazy."
I nodded and Sam sat down on the bed across from me and Dean, looking at me with huge concern in his eyes. "What was this one about?" Sam asked gently.
I scrunched my eyebrows, trying to think back. "It's fuzzy. All I really remember was a woman saying one year."
"One year?" Dean asked. "What the hell does that mean?"
I shrugged and leaned into Dean and he wrapped an arm around my waist. "Maybe my dreams are all connected."
Sam looked at Dean unconvinced. "Or maybe they're not connected at all."
"Or have something to do with yellow eyes?" I asked, the question seeming to cause a ripple effect of silence through the room.
Dean ran a hand down my hair. "Let's not go conclusion jumping, okay?"
"It's not really. I mean, Sam's visions had to do with yellow eyes, maybe mine do too."
"Just let it go for right now." Dean said firmly, and I could tell he was scared. That everyone was scared.
But I couldn't just let it go. He didn't have to watch me die in dreams and sit and wonder. So why should I have to sit and just watch and listen to him die, over and over again?
"I can't." I said stubbornly. "I can't just sit here with these visions and them not mean anything. They have to. If we wait too long to figure them out, it could be too late. You're not gonna die that way Dean! I can't let it happen."
"Okay, okay," Sam said calmly, trying to relax me before Dean and I got into it. "How bout we figure out this case about the angels and then we'll worry about your visions. Okay?"
Dean nodded and I shook my head. Sure, just put them off again. These two wouldn't be happy until they waited too long and nothing could be done. Then it would really feel like my fault. Damn procrastinating Winchesters.
I felt Dean squeeze me around my waist and I moved closer to him till I was basically sitting on his lap. I laid my head on his chest so I could hear his heart thump in his chest. I wanted to memorize it so I could prove all the nightmares were bullshit. Dean was still right here with me, warm and alive.
"So, I looked around for anything on the man Gloria killed." Sam said, standing and heading over to the duffels.
"And?" Dean asked, letting his lips rest against my head until he had to say something again.
"And I couldn't find any dirt on him. I mean, he didn't have a criminal record, he worked at the campus library, he had lots of friends, he was a churchgoer…"
I shrugged. "So, then Gloria's just your standard-issue wacko."
Sam leaned against the counter, popping open a can of Red Bull that he found. "But she's the second in town to murder because an angel told them to. Little bit odd, don't you think?"
"Well, odd, yes. Supernatural, maybe. But angels? I don't think so." Dean said scoffing. "I mean, there are just some legends that you just file under 'Bullshit'."
"You know there's ten tons more lore on Angels than there is on anything else we ever hunted." Sam accused and I don't think he understood that Dean didn't care about that. Just because there was more lore didn't mean it was true. I knew why Dean didn't believe in them, and I'm talking about besides the fact that he couldn't see them. "So why?" Sam asked.
"Because I've never seen one." Dean shrugged the shoulder my head was resting on. "I believe in what I can see."
"All of us have seen things most people couldn't even dream about." Sam said, looking at me for some sort of help.
Sorry Sam. I was with Dean on this one. Don't you think if there was some sort of higher power he would have stepped in already? Stopped the fighting and the death? Stopped the pain and the suffering? No; that's all this life was. Nothing was going to spare you from that.
"But we've seen it with our own eyes Sam, we know they're real. Don't you think that if they existed, that we would have crossed paths with them, or at least know someone that crossed paths with them?" I asked quietly.
Sam ignored me, which kind of pissed me off, seeing as how he was just doing it because what I was saying wasn't helping him any. But if I would have said something that would have agreed with him he would have been all over it. Whatever.
"Anything at Gloria's apartment?" Dean asked.
Sam shook his head. "Nothing. No sulfur, no EMF…"
"You didn't see any fluffy, white wing feathers?" Dean asked and I snorted.
Sam sighed, obviously annoyed, but ignored that too. "But Gloria did say the angel gave her a sign. Right beside Carl Gulley's doorway."
Dean rolled his eyes and gave me a small smile as I sat up. He ruffled my hair and gave me a quick kiss on my lips. "Could be something at his house. It's worth checking out."
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