Warning: This part involves coarse Language spoken por an Archangel.
Though the sun hadn't moved from the middle of the sky, Dean felt like he'd been in this park for hours. And Mary hadn't gone anywhere the whole time, sitting on the park bench with him like it was no big deal. But something was wrong. Dean could feel it. And when the light began flickering from bright yellow to navy blue, his suspicions were confirmed. Something was definitely wrong.
Dean stood up from the bench with Mary beside him, and the sun disappeared,...
Warning: This part includes elements of torture and cruelty. Especially concerning Sam.
Not that bright, white room endless rooms made nervous o anything, but he'd been inside this room for God knows how long, and there was no sign he was every getting out. He was silently cursing Michael for trapping him in here, even if that was slowly becoming the most confusing thing Dean had ever experienced in his short life. Why would Michael have to save him and his family? Why would he want to?
Sam looked everywhere he could without moving más than a few feet in either direction. It had only taken him a few minutos to get to where Adam had been, but when he got there, all he'd found was Adam's cell phone and his flashlight. His younger brother was nowhere to be found. And on parte superior, arriba of that, the compass was lying on the ground spinning so fast it was burning like it had been on fire. Something o someone had gotten to Adam, and now, Sam was really worried.
In was after three in the afternoon when Adam and Sam pulled into New Hope, Minnesota, population 21,233. From most of the signs that led into town, it became obvious that it was a suburb of Minneapolis and had quite a few amenities nearby. But they bypassed all those things, pulling through the main part of town to the northern fringes of the neighborhood where the streets turned from asphalt back to concrete on the road of Highway 169 that took them north until the compass turned back to the east.
This is the sequel to Resurrection, and it's just getting started, so actualización might be a little slow for right now. But I'll do my best.
Three days later . . .
Adam stood in front of the lone mirror in the bathroom perplexed por the scar over the left side of his abdomen. It wasn't just any scar, and even though he was the only one who knew that, the fact that it was there confused him. He figured it was because it had to be there, but then why let him live? Why had he survived with nothing but a scar to show...
"You wanna what?" Dean demanded as he and Sam both stood across their hotel room from Mary, who was now huddled in a corner.
They'd only been back in the safety of the room for half an hora when Sam had made this stupid suggestion. Dean could only guess the idiot had hit his head, even if nothing had fallen on him. Maybe Mary had cut off oxygen to his brain when she'd been holding onto his neck on the way down the trellis.
The porch light was on when the house came into view, and Mary sighed softly, knowing Adam was waiting up and hoping he didn’t go crazy when he saw her face o her neck. The possibility was low, but she still hoped.
Adam came out the front door before Mary and Keiran were inside the safety of light shining from the enclosed porch, and he looked más worried than she’d seen in nearly four years. Keiran lowered her to the ground, and Mary stepped closer to the front steps as Adam opened the screen door.