𝐈𝐓'𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌, and it seemed their string of bad luck had only just begun. the plan regarding the mark hadn’t been any short of 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 — not only had dean gotten out of his gruesome fight with cain badly injured, but the only clear revelation they’d gotten out of it was that this story ended in reverse. with dean killing 𝒔𝒂𝒎. and that was something none of them would be willing to accept, specially dean himself.
a long sigh exited lana’s lips as she took off her purple scarf and let it rest on the table, taking bandages and other first-aid paraphernalia to go check up on the older winchester. both sam and cas had decided it best to leave him some space and call it a night, but the brunette had been around too long to assume he’d be getting any real shut-eye. at the very least, she’d help him with the ugly flesh wounds and offer him some company, an excuse to 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅.
the huntress turned the last corner, placing herself on doorframe level, in front of an image she 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒅 to process. his athletic silhouette turned towards drawers. open, half-filled bags upon the bed. photos and personal mementos no longer in sight. 𝐍𝐎. it couldn’t be. he couldn’t have 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒖𝒑. ❛ what’re you doing? ❜ a frown born out of sheer worry mirrorred her inner fears as she stood there, paralyzed, wishing more than anything for her quick assumptions to be wrong this time. just this once.
