NO TIME TO DIE◦𝒔𝒂𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

chapter forty eight.

XLVIII. YOU ASKED FOR THIS.

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REESE FOWLER WAS actually alive.

After seven years of thinking that he was dead, killed in a car wreck that may or may not have been intentional, he had managed to survive.

Birdie struggled to wrap her head around it, to understand why her father waited so long to come back into her life. Reese claimed it was to keep her safe and gave her a chance to step away from the hunting life that he and Serena raised her in, yet Birdie wasn't sure if she believed that or not. And then, to find out he sold his soul for her. . .it was too much in such a short amount of time.

She needed proper time to process everything. That was all.

Four hours had passed since then and she was still struggling just to even think about her father. She had tried and tried to get her phone back on during that time, but it was completely dead and she didn't have a charger with her. There weren't any stores or gas stations for miles, empty valleys and mountains on both sides of her as she headed to the last place she knew the boys had been for sure: Bobby's house.

She wasn't sure if anyone would still be there, but it wouldn't hurt to check. If they weren't there, maybe they had left behind some clues that could allow her to figure out where they went next.

Birdie adjusted her grip on the steering wheel as she thought of the boys and Bobby, keeping her eyes on the road. Faint music was coming from the cassette tape, static occasionally coming through as if it was an older tape. It wasn't a song Birdie recognized, though she was thankful for the noise it provided as it prevented her from getting too lost in her racing thoughts. She glanced around the inside of the van she'd "borrowed" from behind the motel, hoping she would spot something she could use to charge her phone as if she didn't already look.

Birdie let out a sigh, shaking her head as she shifted in the seat. Her eyes slightly widened when it made a snapping sound with her movement, but thankfully nothing happened to the seat nor did it make any other odd sounds.

Perhaps she would pick a different car once she finally found the boys.

But for now, she was stuck with a 70's style van.

It was a black van with red, orange, and yellow stripes on the outside that had started to fade. Behind the front seats were colorful beads that separated the back of the van that was styled with an orange, fuzzy carpet that went up one side of the wall. Two bean bag chairs were in the very back by some 70's-era posters and tapestry. It was very old school, but Birdie kinda liked it.

"Where are you going?"

A scream pierced through the van and Birdie's panicked eyes looked to the passenger seat, gaping at the sight of Castiel suddenly sitting beside her. She didn't even remember the last night she'd seen the angel.