well here is the next chapter :) so I hope you guys enjoy!
We spent the next months at Bobby's training for the fight with yellow eyes. Even though there was never going to be a fight, yellow eyes was going to kill the Winchesters with out any trouble. Giving them the thought of having a chance against Alester was just another ploy.
As the day approached faster, I knew I had one last thing to do. I hate to do it but, I had no chose. It's either that or watch the end of the world start. I was willing to do anything to stop that, even going to the last person I wanted to see.
"Linds? You ok?" Deans voice woke me from my thoughts. Quickly shaking my head, I tried to refocus on what was happening. But I had no clue.
"I need to go for a drive. Clear my head." Standing up from the table, I felt everyone's eyes on me. Oh they want an explanation, might as well give them one. "I'm just over thinking this, and when I over think I mess things up."
"That's great to know." Sam sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Marie reached out and gripped his other hand for reassurance.
"It's true, when you give her time to think about a plan something always screws up." She chuckled nervously. "Like that one time, she had the brilliant plan to chase a shifter. We were stuck in the car for two days with her brilliant plan. A plan that when you look back now you realize how stupid it really was. Well anyways, when we finally got to this shifter she froze. The thing ended up taking a pretty decent chuck out of her." She smiled at me trying to justify my actions. Even though she was drastically wrong about that. It was better just to go along with it.
I can't believe that she really thought I froze. Lindsey Colt doesn't freeze, I let that shifter attack me. Back when it happened we just lost Jace and I really didn't want to fight this losing battle any longer. I didn't feel like being a replaceable pawn in the growing war against good and evil. So I chased that shifter, and let it attack me. It took a chuck out of my neck, surprisingly Marie killed it. Ruining my plan, and making me rethink about everything.
"You survived a shifter attack?" Bobby questioned, like he couldn't believe it. So I stepped closer and pulled down the collar of my shirt. Hearing him go silent and feeling his fingers run along the deep groves of the scars.
"I wouldn't have survived if Marie wasn't there." I smiled and pulled the collar back up, hiding all the scars and scratches my twenty-one year old body had.
"Is there anything that you two didn't get attacked by yet?" Dean asked, his hands playing with the handle of his knife. He's been doing that every since I showed him what I truly am. I'm just waiting for the moment he flings himself over the table to shove that knife into my chest.
"Hell hounds?" I turn and look at Marie, asking her.
"No, remember I got bit up pretty bad by one in Texas. I think it was Crowelys dog." She muttered, and my body shook with fear. Hell hounds were nothing to mess around with. Especially Crowelys.. His make normal hell hounds look like lap dogs.
"Well then to answer your question, we've dealt with everything harmful. Unless you count the trickster we ran into, but he was just having some harmless fun." I smirked, remembering him quite vividly.
"I'm surprised you two idgits are still breathing after getting mauled by hell hounds." Bobby shook his head in disgust. I knew he was just concerned for us, but you'd be surprised what we've been through in our short lives. Hell hounds being the least scary part of our past.
"Well I'm gonna go out for a bit, don't do anything stupid while I'm gone." I chuckled as I picked my coat up and shrugged it on.
I gave a quick wave before finding my way out onto the porch. The night air was cool, the moons light shining down onto the quiet world. Night time is always so peaceful, despite what lurked around at this hour.
Jumping off the porch, a puff of gravel smoke engulfed my boots. Slowly starting for my car, I felt eyes on my back. The hairs raised as the feeling got more intense. That's when I heard the soft crunch of gravel behind me.
Slowing my pace more, I counted the steps judging their distance from me. My hand slide into the side of my pants gripping the handle of my knife.
Just as the sound grew close enough that I knew who ever it was, was a few steps behind me I ducked down. Just missing the knife that was skimmed across the top of my head. In one quick motion I spun on my heel, knocking who ever attacked me to the ground. Jumping on top, I pressed my knife into the side of their neck.