We all looked towards the source of the voice, freezing like deer caught in headlights as the man holding a flashlight approached us.
"What are you doing here?" the man demanded.
"Uh-" I stammered, glancing at the boys.
"Just take it easy," Sam tried telling the man.
"What the hell is this?" the man demanded again as his flashlight lit up the stuff Sam had set up on Cole's grave.
"Okay, this- this- this is not what it looks like," Dean chuckled nervously.
"Really?" the man raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Cause it looks like devil worship."
"What? No! No, this is not devil worship. This- this is- this- this is, uh-" Dean's shoulders slumped in defeat. "I don't have a good answer."
"We're leaving," I told the man.
"You're not going anywhere," the man countered.
I frowned, stepping back closer to Dean as the man stepped forward.
"Ever again. Eleanor."
He looked past me at Dean, his eyes turning pure, milky white.
"Alastair," Dean said.
Alastair's eyes returned to normal as I took another step toward Dean.
"I thought you got deep fried, extra-crispy," Dean continued.
"Nah. Just the pediatrician I was riding," Alastair shrugged. "His wife's still looking for him. It's hilarious. Anyway."
He turned his attention to Sam, who was fuming on the other side of me.
"No time to chat. Got a hot date with death."
The demon flicked his hand and behind me, Dean went flying into a gravestone.
"Dean!" I cried, hurrying over to him.
Alastair ignored me, turning his attention back to Sam and flicked his hand once more, but nothing happened. When he tried a second time with the same result, Sam smirked.
"You're stronger, Sam. You've been soulflexing with your little slut?"
"You have no idea."
Sam flicked his own hand and Alastair went flying. When he raised his hand once more to exorcise him, Alastair fled the man's body. Sam dropped his hand in surprise, watching the smoke vanish.
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Sam tried to lie and say he didn't know why Alastair couldn't fling him like last time, but Dean called him out on it by saying he was allowed to keep whatever secrets he wanted, but he shouldn't treat Dean and I like idiots. Sam protested by saying he wasn't keeping secrets, but Dean just rolled his eyes.
"Mm-hm. Whatever. So, did you go back and q-and-a the kid?"
"Didn't have to," Sam shook his head. "Bobby called. He did some digging."
"And?" I inquired.
Unlike Dean, I had been conscious for the interaction between Sam and Alastair, but when he chose not to tell Dean, I kept my mouth shut. It wasn't my place to say anything.
"He thinks you're right," he informed me. "Local reaper's gone. Not just gone- kidnapped."
"By demons?" Dean raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Listen to this," Sam said, reading from a notebook. "'And he bloodied death under the newborn sky- sweet to taste, but bitter once devoured.'"
"Swanky. What the hell's that mean?" Dean asked.
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She Talks to Angels | {BOOK 2}
Fanfiction-BOOK 2 IN THE DAWSON'S DAUGHTER SERIES- ___ It's been four months since Dean went to Hell, and they've all taken it pretty hard. However, when Ellie hears her angel's voice in her head for the first time since the attack, it starts a chain of event...
