Dean stares at the young woman in front of him with so many emotions taking him all at once until finally decides to speak "Millie?..."
A small smile appears onto her face "Hey Dean"
(I WILL BE DOING MAJOR CHANGES AND EDITING TO THIS STORY)- May 17...
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"Luv, this is John... Two agonizing years have crawled by. Whispers of your demise echo in my ears; should I believe them? No, I am certain you still exist... I cannot fathom the method by which you have accomplished it, but Manny is utterly incapable of tracing your whereabouts... Just return to me, luv. I am aware that you are running from something, and I can sense it, but whatever it may be, we can confront it together... existence is a wretched torment without you... I lov-" abruptly cutting off the cell's ability to listen any further, the woman let out a despondent sigh as she emerged from her vehicle, forcefully slamming the door behind her. She gazed up at the abyssal sky, then directed her gaze towards the desolate diner that loomed before her. The message from John had left her feeling conflicted - two years had passed and he still believed she was alive. She couldn't deny the ache in her heart at the thought of leaving John behind, but she couldn't put him in danger either. As she stepped towards the diner, she made a decision - she would face her demons, alone.
Strolling nonchalantly into the entrance, a sudden chime resonated, captivating the attention of every onlooker. The enigmatic female is now the focal point of the room. "Forgive my intrusion, but the diner is closed," she uttered, delicately adjusting her sleeve, her gaze piercingly intense as it fixated upon the elderly gentleman seated before her.
"Morningstar..." Famine's parched tongue slithers across his cracked lips, a grotesque display of his insatiable hunger. "Just wait until Lucifer discovers that you are still breathing!" he hisses, a sickening anticipation oozing from his every word.
She chuckled ominously, a smirk curling on her lips as she revealed two gleaming sickles from the shadows. "Oh, he'll discover the truth," His eyes widened in terror, knowing that the truth would be unveiled, but not by his own hand. Before he could utter another word, his head was swiftly severed from his body, the blades slicing through his neck with chilling precision. "Just not from you." she whispered, her voice dripping with darkness.
The diner was engulfed in an eerie stillness, as if a heavy blanket of silence had descended upon it. The mysterious woman, unable to bear the sight of the lifeless horsemen any longer, averted her gaze and turned her attention towards three men. Two of them wore expressions of utter bewilderment as they locked eyes with her, while the third man stood frozen in a state of sheer shock and astonishment.
"What, no thanks?" she sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. Exhausted from her arduous journey to rescue these imbeciles, she slid the wickedly curved blades back into their deadly sheaths. With her arms tightly crossed, she locked her piercing gaze onto the trio of men, silently daring them to utter a single word of appreciation.
One of the three men approached her, his eyes widened in disbelief and he questioned, "How is this possible?" He couldn't believe what he was seeing - she was very much alive. "You were declared dead," he pondered, his voice filled with a mix of confusion and amazement.
With a hint of mischief twinkling in her eyes, she shrugged nonchalantly and surveyed the man before her. "I've learned a few tricks over the years, Angel." she scowled. Her arms remained crossed, a sign of her confidence, as she sized him up.
The deep, husky voice of one of the other two men cut in as he questioned the Angel, "Who is this Cas? And how did she manage to kill Famish just like that?" Castiel, the angel, turned around, his expression serious as he faced the man named Dean. "Dean, she's your sister," he replied, his words carrying a weight of revelation.
