Chapter 20

                                    

                                          

It's been a month since Alastair beat me to a pulp. What fucked me over was Sam and Dean disappearing for 3 weeks. I'd been going all over this god damn country trying to find them. Only for them to randomly show up in the strangest clothes I've ever seen them wear. Dean had suspenders on. Fucking suspenders! 
We have a new angel to hate now. Zachariah! Even his name makes him sound like a dickhead. These angels are really getting on my last fucking nerve. Just showing up and kidnapping my boys. I'll fuckin kill the lot of them. 
We just finished a case but, the building next door seemed to have a lot of electrical issues. I said we should check it out to be sure. Well, I was back at the motel while the boys went full FBI. I'm fine I just needed to  have a snack. With my medication I have to eat properly. It's a fucker.  I do forget to eat. But the lads have been reminding me. 
The door opened as I was laying in my stomach watching the telly. I looked up to see Sam and Dean walking in. I smiled, just as I'm thinking of them they appear. Wait, Is that a book in your hand Dean? Did you get me more books to read?!
"Did you know the three of us are in books?!" Dean asks. We're what? Please explain. Dean gave me a novel called "Sending an Angel" by Carver Edlund. What the fuck? I looked to the back to see the blurb. 
"Sam and Dean have have faced many challenges, met many people. But a new comer may be their biggest challenge yet. As Dean drove down a desolate highway he comes across Margaret, an Irish woman who's the victim of demonic ambition. What secrets does she hold? And how can she be an ally to these hunting brothers? " I read. I sat up immediately. Excuse me, what the fuck?!
"And you have fans!" Sam says as he sat down on his bed beside me. Well. That's good to know. Creepy though. Why would I have fans? I opened the first page and began to read it. Oh dear lord!
"Did you really get out by outsmarting demons?" Dean asks me as he sat down beside me. I have never actually told them exactly how I got out. Just that I tried twice that day and was lucky the second time. 
"I mean yeah, they're kind of dumb. Plus they were all dying for a piece of me" I say honeslty. I shouldn't hold back with them. 
"Can say one thing, they've got good taste in women" Dean says and winks at me. I laughed and kissed his cheek. You flirty son of a bitch. So who is this author? 
"Let's see what we can find on Carver Edlund then" I tell the boys as I got up off the bed. Sam took the book reading my story. God why Sammy? Why? I looked and seen Dean had another of the books. Route 66? Sounds kind of class! 
I went to the laptop and got to googling. This fella doesn't have much on him.  He's not even well known. These books don't have many fans at all. 
"Dude. This has everything. The ghost truck, me having sex. I'm full frontal in here" Dean calls from the bed. God that ass. Just wanna bite it. 
"Gimme!" I order with a giggle. Dean laughed. I wasn't jealous of his past hook ups. He didn't even know I existed  then. Can hardly be angry over that! I'm not a teenage girl for fuck sake. 
"The last book called No Rest For The Wicked has Dean going to Hell. Apparently the world is wondering if Maggie is even alive" Sam says looking at the book in his hand. 
"Maggie. You thought we hated you at first?" Sam asks. 
"Well yeah. You were new people to me, probably mentions how smexy I found the both of ye, huh?" I say with a smile. Dean grabbed the book from Sam. He smiles reading the page. 
"Margaret looked at the leather and denim clad stranger, She thought of as Dashingly handsome with the wisdom and pain beyond his years in his eyes" Dean read with a smile. Oh don't start you! "Read the page after that" Sam says with a cocky smile. What's this shit say?! I went over and peeked at the page from beside Dean.