In the Life Afterword: A Supernatural The Long Night Sequel

Cursed Things [Part Three]...a Supernatural TLN Sequel

The short brown haired woman put her hands on her hips with a small smile. “Sam and Dean.” She stated and added, “And Friends too, it is such a pleasure to make your acquaintances. Now just so you can put the names to the faces that will be eating you…I’m Joyce.” She smiled sweetly and I growled.

“Oh aren’t you feisty,” She commented as my eyes flicked electric blue, “Perhaps you’ll digest well with my Assistant here George.”

“Yea,”I replied, “I always heard Bitch couldn’t digest me very well.” George looked nervously from me to the woman.

I got in front of Breanna, and Joyce gave me a stern look.

“You’re the lady from the realtor signs.” Dean commented.

“Yes,”She said turning from me with a smile, “You like my photo?”

“Oh you might wanna lay off the whitening strips.” He said.

She chuckled, pretending to like his joke. “Oh Dean. I am going to enjoy picking you out of my teeth.” Then she opened her mouth beyond a normal angle and a spiked tongue came out along with a row of fangs. It reminded me of a black hole.

She yanked Dean and threw him into the bookshelf while George grabbed Sam and threw him into a wall. I growled and punched Joyce in the side of the face, crying out when it felt like I had just punched a metal door. She grabbed me and gripped my waist where my stitches were. I let out a cry.

“A little tender there already?” She commented, her supernatural jaw reopening. I shuddered, knowing that I was trapped. Dean smashed a statue into her skull and she let go of me, and I collapsed onto the floor.

Breanna grabbed a javelin and clunked George upside the head with it. Sam grabbed George and picked him by his collar. Throwing him into a bucket of cleaner behind him.

Dean smacked Joyce upside the head again with the statue. She grabbed him by his jacket--before I could stop her—and sent him crashing into a table, smashing the glass and breaking the table legs.

“The sword!” I heard George cry out and saw one laying next to me. He must want Joyce to get it for some reason, screw that! I’ll use it on her!

She grabbed Dean and threw him through a windowed glass door. It continued to shatter as Dean slid across the floor.

I stood up and heaved the sword up with me. She walked towards Dean, ready to kill him.

I swung the sword threw the air and it smoothly cut through her and chopped off her head. Her body collapsed, bleeding out black goo.

Her head lay on the floor, staring at nothing in surprise and Dean looked at me gratefully, “Uh, Thanks.” He grunted in pain.

I nodded, then dropped the sword aside, leaning against a wall and panting heavily as I felt the blood streaming down my waistline. “Damn it.”

I looked at Sam, who was standing right next to me, “You still got one guy to finish off.” I panted, looking at George.

“Um, he just helped us.” Breanna said awkwardly.

I raised an eyebrow. “What?”

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We grabbed Mrs. Bicklebee’s head, throwing it into a bag and putting it in the cursed box safe, so no one would be able to get it.

“I get it, these guys mean business, but I can’t just, like uproot my life.” Scott said as I rolled my eyes.

I finished stitching up my own wounds, pulling threw the last thread with a grunt and cutting it. “The hell you can’t ‘just uproot and leave.’ Do you want to be Levi Dinner?”