Chapter Twenty Five

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"Lilith did really want it to be her

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"Lilith did really want it to be her. I mean her ancestry is legend and to make the final Alexander the special one to bring it all on- the generations who've dedicated their lives to protecting this world- Lilith was so close to letting her trade places with you and I mean close."

One Week Later

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One Week Later.
Sat in the Impala's back seat I gaze out the window as the rain pours in sheets. My feet curled under me and my head rested against the back seat. My eyes crimson and raw. We'd been in a town where death had ceased. Reapers taken to die under the solstice moon and break another Seal. To find the Reapers we had to enter the spirit world and with the help of Pamala, we did. Only by the time, we'd finished saving the Seal... Pamala was dying from a stab wound in her stomach. Just thinking about it brings up a nasty taste in my mouth. Our influence in her world cost Pamala her sight and her life. That guilt... it's tacked itself to me like a thick oozing cloud.

"El?" breaking my gaze from the raindrops I suddenly become aware the Impala's no longer moving. Sam raising his brows, he warily asks "You doing okay?"

"You and Dean going to discuss what you said to each other under the Siren's influence?" Dean and Sam both dropping their gazes and averting their stares, I mutter shoving the Impala door open "Right. Why don't we table the topic until we all decide to kill each other again?" We haven't spoken about what the boys said to go at each other the way they had. Neither wants to admit it was real. Sam's blaming it on the Siren's influence and Dean's pretending it never happened beside the snarky remarks here and there that make Sam sink in his seat. I've given up on pushing in its entirety. Apparently, they're just going to wait until this blows up again and then we can try a second go.

Trudging into motel room 107 my bag barely hits the table before I'm hearing Uriel's steady hum "Winchesters and their pet Alexander."

Someone snapping on the light I breathe a heavy disdainful breath at the sight of the Archangel stood across the room, "Oh come on!"

"You Dean Winchester are needed."

"Needed?" Dean growls tiredly as i toss my duffle aside with a frustrated bang "We just got back from needed."

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