Highway to Hell: Episode Four: Series Finale: "Fallen Angel"
Episode 4 : Fallen Angel
Chapter 6: Reckoning Day
Chapter Wordcount: 2524
The sun filtered through the flowery curtains and cast a soft warm light over the bedroom.
Dean shifted, his mind slowly coming back to the world of consciousness. He felt the even breathing of Monte next to him and smiled as he brought his hand up to rub at his scratchy eyes.
She sighed and shifted and he looked down at her smooth skin draped in the golden rays.
“Hey.”
She smiled before opening her eyes. The soft blue complementing the orange glow in the room.
“Hey,” she whispered.
He smirked, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“You didn’t.”
He smiled and rolled, throwing his arm over her stomach and burying his face in her neck.
She chuckled slightly and wound her fingers into his hair.
“Smells like Missouri’s cooking,” she whispered.
“Mmm hmm,” he mumbled.
She laughed. “You know we gotta get up.”
“Uh huh. Not leaving this bed.”
She smiled and shook her head. “Dean.”
“Nope. Let’s just stay here, screw the fight.”
She looked over at him.
He could feel her gaze and he sighed before cracking open his eyes to look at her.
“I know,” he whispered.
He propped himself up on his elbow and just stared at her. Committing that perfect sight to his memory forever.
She cupped his cheek in her palm and pulled him down for a soft kiss.
“I’ll meet you downstairs in a minute,” she whispered against his lips.
He kissed her again before throwing off the blanket.
Dean was about halfway down the stairs when Missouri came around the corner with a rolled up newspaper in her hand, arms crossed and a glare pointed straight at Dean.
He stopped dead and grabbed the railing. The thought of turning and running back up the stairs like a coward not looking so bad.
Missouri arched her eyebrow. “Don’t for one second think I don’t know what you did in my house Dean Winchester.”
Oh no, his full name…shit.
She sighed and he swallowed hard as she slowly took the steps one by one, making her way towards him.
He cowered slightly when she came to the step he was standing on and waited to get his head smacked.
“But I know why you did it…and for maybe once in your life it was for the right reasons.”
His brow furrowed and he met her eyes.
“She needed it just as much as you did,” she said softly.
Dean let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding and eyed the dangerous newspaper with caution.
She sighed again and he could feel the air thicken around him.
“Dean…when you’re daddy brought you here after…after your momma. He was so scared for you. You didn’t like talking after she died.”
Dean’s jaw clenched.
“But,” she chuckled, “from the moment you stepped in this house you were nothing but a chatterbox.”
She paused, trying to sort out the memories in her head. He just watched her.
“I could see the path for you. Could see how much pain and trials you were going to have to go through. I would have done anything to change that Dean. No child should have to go through what you did, have that much responsibility put on their shoulders. You took care of Sammy…and you took care of your daddy. You grew up much too soon.”
He swallowed and looked at the floor before once again meeting her eyes.
“I could also sense your spirit. You’re such a stubborn ass, just like your daddy. But you got a smart alec in you too and I knew he was going to have his hands full with your little spitfire behind.”
Dean smirked.
“I know I wasn’t around much…your daddy didn’t bring you around here a whole lot. But…I always looked at you like a son. That’s why I kicked your behind so much…you damn well needed it,” she said with a laugh. “But it looks like she’s doing that now,” she finished with a mischievous smile.
“You have no idea,” he laughed.
Missouri just smiled. “I’m proud of you Dean…and you’re daddy is too. You’re still a pain in the ass…but you grew up a good man.”
Dean swallowed hard and his nostrils flared as Missouri smiled at him, finally dropping her crossed arms and sighing with emotion.
He leaned forward and pulled her into a gentle hug that just felt right. Even with his no chick flick policy.
She hugged him back tight, the way an old woman will and smiled, “Come on, you get your young butts downstairs, I got breakfast ready,” she said, going back down the stairs and disappearing back around the corner.
Dean sighed and stood there until Monte came up beside him.
He turned and looked at her when she came up beside him.
“Did she smack you?” she asked with a curious smile.
He laughed, “No.”
Monte looked at him for a minute, “What was that about? Everything okay?”
He just smirked and looked towards where Missouri had disappeared.
“Yea…everything’s alright,” he said softly, before taking her hand and heading towards the kitchen
Sam sighed and shuffled through some papers, did a little typing on his laptop and sighed again, leaning back into Missouri’s overstuffed couch, crossing his arms behind his head.
Monte came around the corner and smiled before plopping herself down next to him.
He looked over at her and they both smiled before he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into him.
She scanned over the information he had splayed out. Anything and everything about Stull you could think of, whatever information their Dad must have had on the demon and apparently some things that had to do with the ritual for tonight.
“You’re gonna make your brain explode.”
Sam just laughed and rested his cheek on the top of her head.
Dean and John came around the corner a minute later.
“Hey babe, I’m gonna clean the guns and stuff before tonight. Which ones do you want to take?”
“I dunno, what do you think I should take?”
“How ‘bout your .44 and Springfield…and your shotgun of course.”
“Fine.”
John looked between Monte and Dean.
“Why you got that much firepower?” he asked a little shocked. Maybe there was more to this girl.
She smiled, “I told you John, you aren’t the only warriors out there.”
“Where they at?” Dean asked, picking Monte’s keys off the coffee table.
She just laughed, “You’ll never find them, come on,” she said, heading outside, John and Dean following and Sam not far behind.
John walked over to his GMC Sierra and opened up the tailgate, pulling his arsenal out and sorting through some things.
Sam went to the Impala and gathered his and Dean’s munitions and Dean followed Monte over to her car.
She crouched down by the driver’s side front fender and reached underneath. Dean heard a couple snaps and he looked at her mischievously.
Her hand reappeared from under the car holding the Springfield and spun it for Dean to take the grip.
She crawled in her back seat next and popped the bottom of the bench seat out, reaching into the small alcove that was underneath and displaying some guns that Dean hadn’t even known she had. She pulled the .44 out and handed it to Dean.
“What?”
“You never cease to amaze me.”
She just smiled, popped the seat back in place and got out.
“Where’s the shotgun, under the hood somewhere?”
“Nope, I got a 9 in there, the shotgun’s in the trunk,” she smiled.
He laughed and shook his head, heading towards her trunk.
“Hey babe, what kind of bullets you got?” he asked as he disappeared from view as he opened the trunk lid.
She followed him to the back of her car and opened the toolbox.
“Got at least a box for everything I own, why you want to use some?”
“No guarantee they’ll help but the whole blessed thing might hurt the son of a bitch.”
She dug around in the bottom of the toolbox, “What are you taking?”
“Me; shotgun and my 9mm, Sammy’s got his shotgun and Colt. Hey Dad, what kinda firepower you packing?”
John looked at his son with a quirked eyebrow. “I got it covered.”
“No I know, it’s just she has blessed bullets.”
John’s brow furrowed, “What?”
Monte smiled as he came over to look in her trunk before giving her a look.
He reached in the box and pocketed a box of .45 shells and smiled at her before heading back to his truck.
Dean shrugged, grabbed a couple boxes and took her shotgun from its hiding place before shutting the trunk and heading back inside.
Monte walked over to where Sam was helping his Dad.
She wolf-whistled when she reached them and saw the impressive display of weaponry John owned.
“Damn…that’s friggin’ gorgeous.”
He smirked and glanced at Sam who just laughed.
“Look, I don’t mean to press…but how did you get wrapped up in all this?”
Sam stood quietly, knowing that she might need someone, and Dean had already gone back inside.
“My parents…were killed, when I was a kid. My brother raised me…and then one day, he just…vanished,” she took a deep breath, “I went looking for him, and found out he had gotten…involved, with…the wrong side.”
She paused a moment as unwanted memories flashed behind her eyes.
John glanced at Sam and he just shot a sad smile at him. John’s brow furrowed before looking back at Monte.
“I tracked him back to my hometown. That’s where I met Sam and Dean,” she said smiling at Sam. “They…helped me. I found him and uh, he told me, that he had been the one to kill my parents. What…what I found wasn’t my brother.”
Sam sighed and looked at the ground.
“I had to kill him,” she finished with a mask of calm.
Understanding washed across John’s face.
“What did he get mixed up in?” he whispered.
“A satanic cult…one of the worst.”
His brow furrowed, “Which one?”
“The Clan.”
“Wait...” John took a step back, “You’re from Georgia…” he whispered half to himself.
Sam and Monte shared a look.
“Dad?”
“Your brother…he was The Jackal?”
Monte paused, “Yea…how did you know?”
He scrubbed a hand over his face and leaned against his tailgate.
“Holy shit. Some hunters I know…have been on his trail for years, could never find him. They told me there were rumors that he had finally been killed, The Clan dissolved, but…they never found any proof.”
“Yea, well…there’s some in a cave in north Georgia.”
“You’re the one that brought him down,” he whispered, half in awe. Looks like there was more to this girl than he had thought. Even if The Jackal hadn’t been her brother, the fact that she had defeated such a…powerful enemy, spoke volumes.
“I’m sorry.”
She nodded. “It’s not your fault, you have nothing to be sorry for.”
He just nodded.
After a moment she turned and went inside without another word.
John looked at Sam who just smiled slightly.
“She’ll be okay.”
John sighed and nodded, turning around and returning to his weapons.
“Sammy…”
He laid his .45 on the tailgate.
“I’m sorry…about your girlfriend…”
Sam shifted nervously and looked at the ground.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t make it in time.”
Sam looked up at him.
“I tried so hard son…I woulda…” he sighed. “I woulda done anything to protect you from that.”
Sam’s eyes watered unwillingly and he nodded before dropping his gaze again.
“And I’m sorry…about what I said…that last time…”
“Dad, stop. We both said things…did things we wish we could take back,” he paused. “I’m sorry too…and I don’t blame you…for…Jess.”
John swallowed against the lump of emotion in his throat and nodded.
“I was scared…”
“I know,” Sam whispered. “Dean told me you used to come check on me.”
The corner of John’s mouth twitched into a smirk and he nodded.
“We okay?”
Sam smiled, “We always were.”
John grinned.
“I for one am not gonna let Dean go through what we did, I’d die first,” Sam said after a second.
John looked into Sam’s steely Winchester eyes and saw so much of himself.
“Me too.”
Sam and John reentered the house to see Dean perched on the edge of a sofa cushion cleaning the guns and Monte laid out behind him, curled up against his back.
John had to bite back a smile.
Sam walked over and sat himself down in front of Monte’s legs and next to Dean.
“Alright…you guys wanna know the plan?”
“Yes, sir,” all three of them echoed.
John paused for a second; he hadn’t been expecting that chorus.
Dean and Sam just shared a smirk as Monte sat up to sit between them.
“Alright…here’s what we gotta do…”
Monte came down the stairs dressed in a black long sleeve shirt, dark blue jeans and her boots. She pulled a pair of butter soft leather gloves on and looked at Dean whose face was plastered with a grin.
“What?”
“We’re not knocking up a bank.”
She gave him a look that made John snicker. “Unlike you guys I prefer not to leave my fingerprints all over a crime scene.”
John smiled, “She’s got a point.”
Dean and Sam both looked at their father.
“What? She does,” he shrugged.
Dean just shook his head. “Whatever, let’s go.”
Missouri walked them all to the door, sighing heavily.
She pulled Monte into a hug. “You take care of these boys, god knows they’ll need a woman to keep them outta trouble.”
Monte grinned and winked at the Winchesters who all rolled their eyes making her laugh.
“Yes ma’am. I’ll bring ‘em home,” she smiled before heading outside.
Sam was the next to head out the door.
“Sammy, you be careful,” she paused, her brow furrowed as if sensing something. “Keep your head about you…don’t take things at face value.”
Sam looked at her in thought before nodding, hoping he’d be able to understand her cryptic message when the time came.
Dean tried to pass Missouri without a chick flick moment.
“Don’t you dare try to ignore me boy.”
He grinned sheepishly.
She stared him down, “You protect her. And she’ll protect you…in more ways than one.”
Dean looked at her in confusion, before nodding and heading outside.
John walked up beside Missouri and sighed, watching the three climb into the black Impala.
“Can you sense anything?”
She sighed. “You’re about to face an evil you can’t even fathom John,” she paused. “I’m scared…for all of you.”
He turned to look at her.
“Be careful…I want all of you back in this house tomorrow.”
John smiled, “Yes ma’am.”
Missouri gave him a hug before he headed outside and climbed in his truck.
She watched from the door as the black truck sped down the road under John’s lead foot, and the Impala backed out of her driveway not far behind.
“Spirits protect them,” she whispered, overcome with a sudden wash of terror. Something was going to happen, and she cursed her limited abilities for not telling her what.
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Chapter 6: Reckoning Day
Chapter Wordcount: 2524
The sun filtered through the flowery curtains and cast a soft warm light over the bedroom.
Dean shifted, his mind slowly coming back to the world of consciousness. He felt the even breathing of Monte next to him and smiled as he brought his hand up to rub at his scratchy eyes.
She sighed and shifted and he looked down at her smooth skin draped in the golden rays.
“Hey.”
She smiled before opening her eyes. The soft blue complementing the orange glow in the room.
“Hey,” she whispered.
He smirked, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“You didn’t.”
He smiled and rolled, throwing his arm over her stomach and burying his face in her neck.
She chuckled slightly and wound her fingers into his hair.
“Smells like Missouri’s cooking,” she whispered.
“Mmm hmm,” he mumbled.
She laughed. “You know we gotta get up.”
“Uh huh. Not leaving this bed.”
She smiled and shook her head. “Dean.”
“Nope. Let’s just stay here, screw the fight.”
She looked over at him.
He could feel her gaze and he sighed before cracking open his eyes to look at her.
“I know,” he whispered.
He propped himself up on his elbow and just stared at her. Committing that perfect sight to his memory forever.
She cupped his cheek in her palm and pulled him down for a soft kiss.
“I’ll meet you downstairs in a minute,” she whispered against his lips.
He kissed her again before throwing off the blanket.
Dean was about halfway down the stairs when Missouri came around the corner with a rolled up newspaper in her hand, arms crossed and a glare pointed straight at Dean.
He stopped dead and grabbed the railing. The thought of turning and running back up the stairs like a coward not looking so bad.
Missouri arched her eyebrow. “Don’t for one second think I don’t know what you did in my house Dean Winchester.”
Oh no, his full name…shit.
She sighed and he swallowed hard as she slowly took the steps one by one, making her way towards him.
He cowered slightly when she came to the step he was standing on and waited to get his head smacked.
“But I know why you did it…and for maybe once in your life it was for the right reasons.”
His brow furrowed and he met her eyes.
“She needed it just as much as you did,” she said softly.
Dean let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding and eyed the dangerous newspaper with caution.
She sighed again and he could feel the air thicken around him.
“Dean…when you’re daddy brought you here after…after your momma. He was so scared for you. You didn’t like talking after she died.”
Dean’s jaw clenched.
“But,” she chuckled, “from the moment you stepped in this house you were nothing but a chatterbox.”
She paused, trying to sort out the memories in her head. He just watched her.
“I could see the path for you. Could see how much pain and trials you were going to have to go through. I would have done anything to change that Dean. No child should have to go through what you did, have that much responsibility put on their shoulders. You took care of Sammy…and you took care of your daddy. You grew up much too soon.”
He swallowed and looked at the floor before once again meeting her eyes.
“I could also sense your spirit. You’re such a stubborn ass, just like your daddy. But you got a smart alec in you too and I knew he was going to have his hands full with your little spitfire behind.”
Dean smirked.
“I know I wasn’t around much…your daddy didn’t bring you around here a whole lot. But…I always looked at you like a son. That’s why I kicked your behind so much…you damn well needed it,” she said with a laugh. “But it looks like she’s doing that now,” she finished with a mischievous smile.
“You have no idea,” he laughed.
Missouri just smiled. “I’m proud of you Dean…and you’re daddy is too. You’re still a pain in the ass…but you grew up a good man.”
Dean swallowed hard and his nostrils flared as Missouri smiled at him, finally dropping her crossed arms and sighing with emotion.
He leaned forward and pulled her into a gentle hug that just felt right. Even with his no chick flick policy.
She hugged him back tight, the way an old woman will and smiled, “Come on, you get your young butts downstairs, I got breakfast ready,” she said, going back down the stairs and disappearing back around the corner.
Dean sighed and stood there until Monte came up beside him.
He turned and looked at her when she came up beside him.
“Did she smack you?” she asked with a curious smile.
He laughed, “No.”
Monte looked at him for a minute, “What was that about? Everything okay?”
He just smirked and looked towards where Missouri had disappeared.
“Yea…everything’s alright,” he said softly, before taking her hand and heading towards the kitchen
Sam sighed and shuffled through some papers, did a little typing on his laptop and sighed again, leaning back into Missouri’s overstuffed couch, crossing his arms behind his head.
Monte came around the corner and smiled before plopping herself down next to him.
He looked over at her and they both smiled before he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into him.
She scanned over the information he had splayed out. Anything and everything about Stull you could think of, whatever information their Dad must have had on the demon and apparently some things that had to do with the ritual for tonight.
“You’re gonna make your brain explode.”
Sam just laughed and rested his cheek on the top of her head.
Dean and John came around the corner a minute later.
“Hey babe, I’m gonna clean the guns and stuff before tonight. Which ones do you want to take?”
“I dunno, what do you think I should take?”
“How ‘bout your .44 and Springfield…and your shotgun of course.”
“Fine.”
John looked between Monte and Dean.
“Why you got that much firepower?” he asked a little shocked. Maybe there was more to this girl.
She smiled, “I told you John, you aren’t the only warriors out there.”
“Where they at?” Dean asked, picking Monte’s keys off the coffee table.
She just laughed, “You’ll never find them, come on,” she said, heading outside, John and Dean following and Sam not far behind.
John walked over to his GMC Sierra and opened up the tailgate, pulling his arsenal out and sorting through some things.
Sam went to the Impala and gathered his and Dean’s munitions and Dean followed Monte over to her car.
She crouched down by the driver’s side front fender and reached underneath. Dean heard a couple snaps and he looked at her mischievously.
Her hand reappeared from under the car holding the Springfield and spun it for Dean to take the grip.
She crawled in her back seat next and popped the bottom of the bench seat out, reaching into the small alcove that was underneath and displaying some guns that Dean hadn’t even known she had. She pulled the .44 out and handed it to Dean.
“What?”
“You never cease to amaze me.”
She just smiled, popped the seat back in place and got out.
“Where’s the shotgun, under the hood somewhere?”
“Nope, I got a 9 in there, the shotgun’s in the trunk,” she smiled.
He laughed and shook his head, heading towards her trunk.
“Hey babe, what kind of bullets you got?” he asked as he disappeared from view as he opened the trunk lid.
She followed him to the back of her car and opened the toolbox.
“Got at least a box for everything I own, why you want to use some?”
“No guarantee they’ll help but the whole blessed thing might hurt the son of a bitch.”
She dug around in the bottom of the toolbox, “What are you taking?”
“Me; shotgun and my 9mm, Sammy’s got his shotgun and Colt. Hey Dad, what kinda firepower you packing?”
John looked at his son with a quirked eyebrow. “I got it covered.”
“No I know, it’s just she has blessed bullets.”
John’s brow furrowed, “What?”
Monte smiled as he came over to look in her trunk before giving her a look.
He reached in the box and pocketed a box of .45 shells and smiled at her before heading back to his truck.
Dean shrugged, grabbed a couple boxes and took her shotgun from its hiding place before shutting the trunk and heading back inside.
Monte walked over to where Sam was helping his Dad.
She wolf-whistled when she reached them and saw the impressive display of weaponry John owned.
“Damn…that’s friggin’ gorgeous.”
He smirked and glanced at Sam who just laughed.
“Look, I don’t mean to press…but how did you get wrapped up in all this?”
Sam stood quietly, knowing that she might need someone, and Dean had already gone back inside.
“My parents…were killed, when I was a kid. My brother raised me…and then one day, he just…vanished,” she took a deep breath, “I went looking for him, and found out he had gotten…involved, with…the wrong side.”
She paused a moment as unwanted memories flashed behind her eyes.
John glanced at Sam and he just shot a sad smile at him. John’s brow furrowed before looking back at Monte.
“I tracked him back to my hometown. That’s where I met Sam and Dean,” she said smiling at Sam. “They…helped me. I found him and uh, he told me, that he had been the one to kill my parents. What…what I found wasn’t my brother.”
Sam sighed and looked at the ground.
“I had to kill him,” she finished with a mask of calm.
Understanding washed across John’s face.
“What did he get mixed up in?” he whispered.
“A satanic cult…one of the worst.”
His brow furrowed, “Which one?”
“The Clan.”
“Wait...” John took a step back, “You’re from Georgia…” he whispered half to himself.
Sam and Monte shared a look.
“Dad?”
“Your brother…he was The Jackal?”
Monte paused, “Yea…how did you know?”
He scrubbed a hand over his face and leaned against his tailgate.
“Holy shit. Some hunters I know…have been on his trail for years, could never find him. They told me there were rumors that he had finally been killed, The Clan dissolved, but…they never found any proof.”
“Yea, well…there’s some in a cave in north Georgia.”
“You’re the one that brought him down,” he whispered, half in awe. Looks like there was more to this girl than he had thought. Even if The Jackal hadn’t been her brother, the fact that she had defeated such a…powerful enemy, spoke volumes.
“I’m sorry.”
She nodded. “It’s not your fault, you have nothing to be sorry for.”
He just nodded.
After a moment she turned and went inside without another word.
John looked at Sam who just smiled slightly.
“She’ll be okay.”
John sighed and nodded, turning around and returning to his weapons.
“Sammy…”
He laid his .45 on the tailgate.
“I’m sorry…about your girlfriend…”
Sam shifted nervously and looked at the ground.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t make it in time.”
Sam looked up at him.
“I tried so hard son…I woulda…” he sighed. “I woulda done anything to protect you from that.”
Sam’s eyes watered unwillingly and he nodded before dropping his gaze again.
“And I’m sorry…about what I said…that last time…”
“Dad, stop. We both said things…did things we wish we could take back,” he paused. “I’m sorry too…and I don’t blame you…for…Jess.”
John swallowed against the lump of emotion in his throat and nodded.
“I was scared…”
“I know,” Sam whispered. “Dean told me you used to come check on me.”
The corner of John’s mouth twitched into a smirk and he nodded.
“We okay?”
Sam smiled, “We always were.”
John grinned.
“I for one am not gonna let Dean go through what we did, I’d die first,” Sam said after a second.
John looked into Sam’s steely Winchester eyes and saw so much of himself.
“Me too.”
Sam and John reentered the house to see Dean perched on the edge of a sofa cushion cleaning the guns and Monte laid out behind him, curled up against his back.
John had to bite back a smile.
Sam walked over and sat himself down in front of Monte’s legs and next to Dean.
“Alright…you guys wanna know the plan?”
“Yes, sir,” all three of them echoed.
John paused for a second; he hadn’t been expecting that chorus.
Dean and Sam just shared a smirk as Monte sat up to sit between them.
“Alright…here’s what we gotta do…”
Monte came down the stairs dressed in a black long sleeve shirt, dark blue jeans and her boots. She pulled a pair of butter soft leather gloves on and looked at Dean whose face was plastered with a grin.
“What?”
“We’re not knocking up a bank.”
She gave him a look that made John snicker. “Unlike you guys I prefer not to leave my fingerprints all over a crime scene.”
John smiled, “She’s got a point.”
Dean and Sam both looked at their father.
“What? She does,” he shrugged.
Dean just shook his head. “Whatever, let’s go.”
Missouri walked them all to the door, sighing heavily.
She pulled Monte into a hug. “You take care of these boys, god knows they’ll need a woman to keep them outta trouble.”
Monte grinned and winked at the Winchesters who all rolled their eyes making her laugh.
“Yes ma’am. I’ll bring ‘em home,” she smiled before heading outside.
Sam was the next to head out the door.
“Sammy, you be careful,” she paused, her brow furrowed as if sensing something. “Keep your head about you…don’t take things at face value.”
Sam looked at her in thought before nodding, hoping he’d be able to understand her cryptic message when the time came.
Dean tried to pass Missouri without a chick flick moment.
“Don’t you dare try to ignore me boy.”
He grinned sheepishly.
She stared him down, “You protect her. And she’ll protect you…in more ways than one.”
Dean looked at her in confusion, before nodding and heading outside.
John walked up beside Missouri and sighed, watching the three climb into the black Impala.
“Can you sense anything?”
She sighed. “You’re about to face an evil you can’t even fathom John,” she paused. “I’m scared…for all of you.”
He turned to look at her.
“Be careful…I want all of you back in this house tomorrow.”
John smiled, “Yes ma’am.”
Missouri gave him a hug before he headed outside and climbed in his truck.
She watched from the door as the black truck sped down the road under John’s lead foot, and the Impala backed out of her driveway not far behind.
“Spirits protect them,” she whispered, overcome with a sudden wash of terror. Something was going to happen, and she cursed her limited abilities for not telling her what.
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