Abbi Alien Monologue

“Shut up, boy,” Emmett snapped. “I’m not ready to waste a bullet.” He eyed Kat with disdain. “This harlot’s not going to sully my reputation or disgrace the family name.”

“Come on now only a little more, just a little more.” I wheezed, while folding myself to reach the dagger.“UGH”

Her eyes were at once roguish and innocent. Ueffqo I tried to repeat the name and failed, rather predictably; phonology isn't my strong suit. I tried aligning the sound with the New England glottal stop that I was much more familiar with, and had more success. There was then a moment of silence, and, attempting to interject something to fill it, I asked, "And your employer's name--?" "Will be made known to you when it becomes appropriate," she said, and I was surprised to hear the slightest note of asperity in her voice. Apparently I had overstepped some boundary by asking. "My apologies," I said. L'lana made no verbal response to this, but the level, expectant gaze she now aimed at me I found even more disconcerting. "I assume you know my name," I said, "since you --" "--sought you out," she finished. "Indeed we did, it being of vital importance that everyone associated with this undertaking be of the Old Blood. We were extremely gratified to learn that one of the last of the Carters still lived." A thought suddenly and obviously struck her; she opened her pocketbook, the while exclaiming "Excuse me; I meant no offense. Obviously custom and formality must be observed." L'lana continued to root in her pocket book as she spoke, and after another few moments she pulled something triumphantly from its innards. It was a crumpled wad of paper, clasped tight in her fist, which she extended to

"CC Grove, it's nothing... It's just that he's a massive beg that's all." Ava replied, calmly at which more bouts of laughter could be heard.

„Maybe you should tell me,“ Dean continues. „Since you've written it, you girl. You crushin' on her?“ A second later he adds, „On him?“ Just to annoy his baby brother.

“Humans are…complicated creatures. The Winchesters more so than other’s I have met,” Castiel looked over at Maison with the hint of a smile on his lips. “However, they mean well, even when they’re not acting their best. I’m guessing Colleen is the same way.”

"Oh, now look what I did." She huffs, scooping up the content. She's placing the last item in the box when she started getting an unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach, like she's being watched. Turning towards the door, she sees a large dark mask staring back at her. Glancing around, she notices children's toys are suspended in midair all around her. Suddenly, the small unit fills with music and children's laughter as the toys begin dancing about. Letting out a terrifying scream, she bolts towards the front of the building. She felt something grab a hold of her leg as she steps out of the door.

Things had changed since last year though. After Cas had gotten possessed Dean confessed his feelings as a last ditch effort to get him to expel Lucifer. It had worked, thank god. They were together now and things had taken on a much more chick flick rom com feel than Dean thought he would’ve liked. But as much as he denies it when Sam teases him, he loves it. That wasn’t even the most odd thing about the scenario, there mom was back now. He only vaguely remembered Thanksgiving

Sleeping in her tears at night and beds next to the demon himself. The halo of golden rays peeking under the door to only see the dust particles start to evoke the reasons why she loves her abuser but after his seemingly endless, dreadful shit at work and having his body and mind induced by a sedative drug. He feeds her these lies and she soon starts to believe them. He comes closer and louder with every lie he tells, to only become enraged with his own demeanor. He grasped her wrists and squeezed them until a bright blue vein appeared from her hands. He vigorously thrust her hands as she reluctantly clenched eyes and protected her body with her arms to merely expect more of his outbursts. She slowly opened one eye and saw him head towards the refrigerator to grab another

She glanced in the mirror, and sighed. "No, of course not." The taller one stated. "Give me five minutes." She stood up, her boxers covered in small little ghosts. "Of course." They both climbed down the stairs, and she closed the door. Grabbing her brush, she ran it through her hair. Scrolling through her phone, she plugged it up to her speakers, and began to play Avenged Sevenfold. She slipped on a pair of ripped jeans, and a tank-top picturing Led Zepplin. She shoved the speaker in her pocket, and grabbed her knife. She pulled her door open, and slid down the stairs. "Sorry," She mumbled when she earned a glare from Dipper. She paused her music, and played with her knife. "Can we do this upstairs, in my room?" She cocked her head. "I have unwanted company in here." She glared at her dad. "Of course." The tall one stated. She yanked the string, and began to climb up the stairs, the two following behind. She grabbed a spray bottle, full of holy water, and when the door shut, she sprayed both of them. They looked surpised. "Sorry, just checking." She tossed the holy water on her bed. "What do you wanna know?" Luna sat down in her chair. "We were going to ask about the disappearances." The shorter one stated. She glanced up at them, and grinned. "Demons. Well, one demon. He's M.I.A, but some of his power slips through the cracks of reality.

I lean over, untying my boots as she rustles through the bag. “It better not be another rat. As I’ve said time and time before, the rats on the streets are not pets…” I cut short as a bright green thing is waved in my face. My jaw goes slack as my gray eyes are glued to the thing. “Is that…um, is that a…an…”

Shaking uncontrollably, Nikki’s legs slipped off her bed until her feet dropped into empty air. When she could feel her arms, she swung her bat where Maïmoú once stood. She swung at random, trying to make contact with the Deity out for her blood. When she went to strike her hamper of dirty clothes, the front door downstairs opened.

Dean finally screams, having been silent from where his brother stood before till now. It’s a strangled sound, nothing but pure rage towards the Heavens. It nearly makes Sam vomit, bile rising to his throat as he looks on.

But Sofiel found herself in a strange situation. The other angels knew she was affiliated with Castiel and the Winchesters, and that meant she could have information. She didn't know a thing about where Cas was or what he was doing, but not many knew that. The Winchesters had decided that she would be better

The demon woke up in the basement of his master’s mansion. Bits and pieces of his flashback came back to him. Fragments of his memories arranged themselves back together as he struggled to fully awaken. He remembered everything now, as if his flashback unlocked a gate holding back his past life. His head was flooded with images and sounds that were brimming with information.