Here is another chapter!!! Three updates within one week!!! If you want them to keep comming this quick PLEASE review!!!! I thrive off of them!!!! If you would like to see anything happen in the story let me know. And a new preposition----review this story leaving either their name or a name in general and describe the appearence, I will make my favorite character the woman in white!!! and if you don't like the prepositions let me know and i won't do them anymore. Thanks!!! Enjoy!!!!!~kt
disclaimer: I dont own anything from Supernatural. (not even Sam) :'(
"You can do research and Sam and I will do field work so you can get the hang of things okay?" Dean said. Who the hell does this guy think he is? We are going to clash. I knew it right then and there. I could tell that he was used to just him and his brother hunting, so naturally they would leave me out of the first hunt together. Then I remembered that they still think that I am just learning how to hunt. Ugh! Why didn't I tell them that I already know how to hunt in the first place? Oh yeah, 'cause then I'd have to tell them about why I started hunting, not going to happen. Only Bobby and I knew now, and I intended to keep it that way. I knew that Sam had told me the truth about him and Dean, but I did not reveal that much information about me. Hell, Bobby didn't even know about the visions until this morning.
I gritted my teeth as I responded with an okay. "But do we have any clue what it is we're hunting?" I asked, trying to cover my clear frustration.
"My guess is that it is a woman in white," Sam piped up.
"Oh gotcha," I said. I had dealt with them before. While tricky, they were still easy to kill, if you knew how. It was better if a woman hunted them because as they would go after unfaithful males and didn't have a habit of killing girls. Though, they would make exceptions. I finished cutting the apples, and measured and mixed all the ingredients for the pie crust into the mixing bowl that I had grabbed from the cabinet above. I laid the dough into the pie plate and cut off the extra dough around the edges.
"That's looking good," said Dean, "How long 'til it's done?"
"Probably about forty minutes or so."
"Hey boys," called Bobby from the other room. "I think I found something on Michael and Lucifer."
Sam and Dean rushed out of the room. I was interested, but not enough so to make me move out of the kitchen. I mean, I only just knew about Michael and Lucifer and the whole Sol thing. Yeah, it interested me, but I hoped that it was all just a bad dream, like the visions. I was currently mixing the filling to the pie. I heard the boys discussing the book in the other room. Sam came back into the kitchen and sat down angrily.
"Something wrong?" I asked.
"No."
"Are you sure?" I asked just to be annoying.
"The book said that the only way to end Judgment Day is for Michael and Lucifer is to duke it out and have one of them win." I put the filling into the pie pan and cut the strips over the pie. I opened the preheated oven and put it in.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" I asked. I decided that I liked Sam. He was a nice guy. I felt bad that Lucifer was after him.
"Well if you are the Sol, whatever that is, you can help us. I don't know how, but we can figure that out later."
"Okay," I said. Dean walked in the kitchen and sat down in the seat he previously occupied. I put the dirty dishes in the sink and turned the radio up. I started to sing along because I loved the song. It was my mom's favorite. She would sing it all the time when we were cooking. It was a ritual. It was her favorite Beatles song, it was mine as well.
"Take a sad song and make it better, remember to let her under your skin and then you begin to make it better," I sang.
"You like this song?" asked Dean curiously.
"Yeah my mom used to sing it all the time to me and my brother." My head started to hurt. Shit, I thought, not again. I gripped the counter to hold myself up. I got dizzy.
"Luna?" Sam called, "Luna!" he rushed up to catch me. I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head. A little late I thought. My vision started to turn black and fuzzy around the edges. I couldn't tell if it was from the vision, itself, or the fact that I had wailed my head on the counter.
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