Dedicating this to my beautiful, big sister. Who I would consider my biggest fan and best advisor :D I love you my angel xxx
Thank you to everyone for reading!!! Enjoy the next chapter.J
Sorry (as usual) if there are any spelling/grammer errors. I do try.
I screamed as my back was racked in pain. It throbbed as if my skin was being torn and my head began to feel as if it was going to explode.
I couldn’t open my eyes. I needed help. I needed my dad. Where was he? I had no idea where I was?
The only part of my body that wasn't iced in cold was my left hand, which was warm and lovely. It was as if someone had their hand over mine. I didn't know who though. I had no idea where I was, or how much time had passed. I got the forbidding feeling that I was being watched. I was definitely being watched.
As more pain passed through my body, except my hand that was bathed in what felt like warm light. I willed my eyes to open. Practically begged them to allow me to see who was comforting me.
I managed to open one eye and then the other. I saw a ceiling, a very white ceiling. Then...Ramie? Ramies' head popped into my view. His eyes were bright, so very bright blue that I felt as if I was staring into the bottom of a clear lake. I had the sudden feeling that if I asked him to kiss me, he would gladly do so. Looking into his eyes almost made me almost forget about the agony in my back. Almost. I blinked breaking the spell. Fainting must have done something to my normal rational brain.
"How are you feeling squirrel?"
The nicknames were getting weirder, even if he had not right to call me any in the first place.
"Shit," I whispered back clutching me.
"For the question or the squirrel,"
"Both," I muttered clutching his warm hand as another wave of pain landed on my back. I couldn’t help it. I needed him because there was no one else around to help me. At least that’s what I told myself.
"Its almost over," his voice sounded soothing and I listened to it with detail. How on earth would he know?
"The pain or the awful endearments?" I asked with a painful groan.
"The pain. I will continue with the endearments until I say one you like and don’t mind me saying."
"You are so weird. Where am I?"
"I will take that as a compliment and we are in your motel room."
"How on earth did you know where I was staying?"
He shrugged, "I’m an angel. We kinda just know these things."
"You're an angel? Are you kidding me?”
How on earth do you just spurt out things like that? Seriously. I am an angel? He didn’t seem like an angel. I had known Cas since well…forever. Cas had never worn jeans, or once used the words I’m or gonna. In fact he was like a Shakespearean, sometimes I didn’t understand his use of sentences. Maybe that was because I was really bad at anything to do with academics.
Except Latin and Greek. I was queen at them. I was also really good at killing too, but you can’t exactly put that on your résumé or college application.
What are some of your hobbies?
Well, I kill things that go bump in the middle of the night. Not humans obviously. Yes…vampires, fairies, pixies and all that other shit exists. No…vampires mostly don’t look like Damon Salvatore and I have never met a werewolf as hot as Taylor Lautner. Oh, you don’t have to worry I have never killed a human. Although at times it has been tempting. Oh, I also know hot to speak two almost dead languages.
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