Deandra
I sigh as I watch the tv, groaning internally when the news comes on. I flip the channel, finding a re-run of my favorite show. I watch that instead. After a little while I get up to go the the bathroom, finding that my dad was listening to the news in the other room. I groan and roll my eyes, go to the bathroom, and go back to my show.
I tap my feet to the music playing in my headphones, the beat loud on the otherwise silent bus. I look out the window, watching the trees pass by. I'd been on the bus for three hours now, and was growing tired. I soon fall asleep, only to be jolted awake a little while later by the bus stopping.
I watch as he stands there, seemingly motionless. But he's moving, I know he is. I can see his eyes flic around and his fingers twitch. And so I sit there, waiting for him to say something.
I look around the rom and sigh, my tail swishing annoyedly behind me. Stupid Winchesters... "Sam! Dean!"I yell. The two walk into the room a few minutes later. "What did I tell you about touching my stuff?!"I hiss. "Dude chill, it wasn't us...maybe Gabriel did it.."Dean raised his hands in defense. I glare at him. "Sure."i roll my eyes.
Dean sat in front of the building in his car, waiting, watching for the shapeshifter. The monster would be disguised as one of the proffesers, like it had been for a little over two weeks now. So Dean waited, and waited, and waited. Castiel was sitting beside him, there to help with the hunt. After a few hours the "proffesser" showed up. Dean slowly gets out of the car, Castiel doing the same.
Dean walks into the building, finding the room him was looking for. He talks to the professor and checks out a book from the city library. He goes back to the motel and reads the book.
Dean sneaks around the building, an iron crow bar in his hands as he looks for the ghost and young girl trapped with her. Michael was in the graveyard, finding the grave that held the ghost's body. Once Dean finds the ghost, he swings the crowbar, slashing the ghost in half and making no her disappear. He quickly picks up the little girl who was with the ghost, and starts running towards the entrance of the building. Meanwhile in the graveyard, Michael finds the grave and digs it up, throwing salt, gasoline and a match on top, setting the bones on fire. In the office building, the ghost screams and tries to attack Dean, but is quickly sent up in flames, killing her. Dean then takes the girl back to her mother, who was working on the other side of the building, completley oblivious to what had happened.
"One two three four, one two three four.."The numbers are silently repeated in his head as he moves along the dance floor, his partner gliding along with him. His partner knew this dance well, but he was learning.
Dean sits on the hood of the impala watching the sun rise. A warm cup of coffee in his hands. He lays back against the cool metal, watching the trees sway in the wind, the occasional stray leaf floating to the ground. Castiel appears beside him, sitting next to the human. The angel's wings were curled tight around him. "Hello, Dean."he says, his voice slicing through the still air. "Hey Cas."Dean glances at the Angel.
Jax groaned as the doctor examined his broken foot. After the xrays the doctor started putting it in a cast. About this time JAx's mother rushed in. "What happened?!"she asks frantically. "I was playing football and wasnt paying attention."JAx shrugs.
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