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So Cold - EndDean and Shell gave exasperated sighs. "Before you say anything, Dean, yes I did do all of the tests. Holy water, salt, everything. What the hell, Libby."
She smirked, closing the doors behind her, "I found this body a few days ago, when we heard one of the Winchesters was going to have a child."
Dean set her on the couch gently, standing, "Look, I don't know what you want, but-" Libby threw her arm up, tossing Dean against the wall. He let out a grunt as she held him there, looking at Shell.
"Now that there is no baby, we have no reason to keep you ali-" She tried to take a step forward, but Shell stood and darted out of the room. Dean yelled for her, but Libby dropped him, chasing after her.
Dean dropped to the floor and he scurried after her, trying to get his breath back. As he entered Shell's bedroom, he stopped. Libby was stuck in a Devil's trap, screaming and swearing. She was trying to claw at Shell, who was sitting on her bed with a smug smile.
"Libby knew how to make my fucki
So Cold 4It's been three months. She hadn't called, hadn't contacted Garth or anyone. Even Tay said she hadn't talked to her, but he figured she was lying. Tay couldn't go two days without talking to Shell.
Dean kept driving though the night. He had seen so many bad things lately, and he just needed something good in his life. Just the thought of her glowing smile made this drive worth it. He made it to the tiny town in Michigan. There was snow falling in the wee morning hours. Shell always talked about how the Michigan winters were beautiful. He looked around for the address. It was a small rental, one bedroom, with a small yard. The neighbors were pretty far apart out here. As he pulled in the driveway, he looked at the house quietly. The lights in the living room were still on, and he wondered what she was doing up.
He got out of the Impala, heading for the door. As he approached, he got a glimpse of her. She was laying on the couch. She looked worse than the last time he saw her. Paler, thi
So Cold 3Dean had been driving all night. He knew that no matter what happened, he needed to get to her. As he pulled up to the docks, he noticed something was out of place. He sat in the impala for a moment before he spotted it. "Oh god damn it, not them." He ran to the boat, banging on the door. "I know you're in there, let me in!"
As the door swung open, Dean was greeted with a slap in the face. He stared down at the young lady, more shocked than anything. "Dean, what the fuck did you say to her?!" Tay had her chest puffed out, trying to make herself look bigger to Dean. The Doctor was sitting in a chair near the bathroom door, watching.
"Why did you hit me?!" He rubbed his cheek, stepping into the room. "Where is Shell?? And why are you two here?"
"Well," the Doctor stood, stretching, "Tay got a call last night from Shell, saying there was an emergency. I guess too much testosterone for her around here." He nodded to the table where Kevin and Garth were starting to wake up from the racket.
So Cold 2It had been a few nights. She never called him. She didn't even send him a text saying she was safe. Dean was pacing through the hotel room, phone sitting on the table. He didn't want to call her. He knew better than to call first. It was like some unspoken competition that they had going on, and he just didn't know how to win.
Finally, his phone rang. He jumped for it, looking at the name. He didn't know the number and frowned, picking up, "Hello?"
Dean frowned, "Garth? What's going on, man."
Garth took a few seconds to answer. He spoke after several minutes. "Dean. It's about Shell." Dean's heart stopped. "She... Look, something happened. She's gonna need you here, man."
"Garth, she left. She doesn't want me around." Dean had a sinking feeling. He leaned against the small counter top, gripping his phone, "Why does she need me there. Can I talk to her?"
Garth sighed, and even though he covered the receiver, he could hear the muffled conversation. "...Dean...ask you himself..
So Cold 1"You're so STUPID, Dean Winchester!" The door slammed shut and Dean watched as the girl storm past the window.
Dean sat up, confused out of his mind. Sam opened the door seconds after she stormed out and looked at him, pointing in the direction she ran. "Dean, why did Shell just storm out of here?"
Dean ran his hands through his hair. "She seemed to think I was going to ask her something. I just wanted some alone time with her."
Sam sat on his bed, frowning, "Dean, what exactly did you say to her?"
"Come back to the room, I need to see you." He frowned, "I thought the alone time thing was pretty clear."
Sam could feel a migraine coming on. "Dean... You and Shell have more or less been together for five years now, right?"
Sam looked at him, "And all of her friends from Stanford are getting married, right?"
"Sammy, I don't like where this is going."
Sam shrugged, "Dean, Shell always talked about how she wanted to get married and have kids and a family." He looked at Dean serious
This is War - EpilogeIt's been weeks. Everything I've done feels like a dream. As the car drove, I just stared out the window blankly. I no longer felt like myself. Nothing felt right anymore. My clothes were too big and my hair was too long. The company I kept was all wrong.
"Mary, where to next? We've yet to destroy Chicago!"
I looked at the Master lazily. His child-like manor and upbeat attitude. It was days like this I missed Devin. The thought of Team Abomination made my stomach flip. I closed my eyes, just wanting to sleep. "Whatever you want to do, Master. Just let me sleep."
Before anything else could be said, something hit the side of our car. It swerved right off the road, and our car crashed into a tree. The Master wasn't wearing a seat belt, which caused him to fly forward and crash into the window separating us from the front of the car. I quickly got my seat belt off, scrambling out of the limo. In the middle of the abandoned road, a blue box stood. The light on top was flashing as it became
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