NamelessArrogance

Chapter 6: Noble Blood Part 2    Upon landing, your arrival is greeted by a loud cursing. You blink away the momentary dizziness. Over Castiel’s shoulder, you see Dean flapping his arm as if trying to shake something off. The angel steps away, allowing you a clear view of the space.    You’re in what appears to be the living room of an abandoned home. The walls and floors are covered with crumbling drywall and multiple spider webs decorate the dilapidated edges. There’s a horribly dusty couch to the side. The fabric is so worn you can’t even discern what its original color is. Next to the couch are the overturned ta

Chapter 6: Noble Blood Part 1    Your heart quickens. Blood and adrenaline surge through your veins.      Your attacker leers down at you, confidence and sadism bleeding from his features. In the background, two more demons approach. Both are wearing equal faces of malicious enjoyment.    You continue to stay immobile, watching them come closer, waiting for them to make the first move.    The demon before you raises his right hand.    Any coherent thoughts take a back seat as pure unchaste instinct fill your senses, abolishing every obstacle. You pull back your arm, the ample muscles flex in response to the buildup of power. Pushing

    So much for your plans.    You expire a small breath and look out the passenger window. Your thumb plays with the corner page of the book you’re holding. Dean is driving and Sam is on his laptop, reading some journal article he downloaded last night. You stare off into the distance, having long forgotten which road you’re on. Empty farmland stretches as far as the eye can see and the cloudy weather seems to convey your current mood perfectly.      You had been fully prepared to engage Castiel. You even came up with a mental list of all the questions you would ask and ran through different scenarios of discussions you would

Chapter 4: Kings, Queens and Jacks    You slam the book shut with irritation, startling the older man in the baseball cap a few feet from you. You pull your hands over your face and rub your eyes. “I swear to God, if I have to read one more page on how Lucifer is evil in 18th century English, I'm going to shoot myself!”    Recovering from the sudden clamor, Bobby looks at his book again and gives a wry chuckle. “Yeah, those texts aren't easy on the eyes. People back then were quite uh ... sermon-y.” The humor quickly fades from his eyes when he remembers.    You look down at your hands, feeling useless yet unable

Chapter 3: Dreaming Alice        When Sam and Dean first consented to you moving in with them, you had thought you’d be dwelling in the humble abode to which you were first kidnapped. To your dismay, the house you were in actually belonged to the man named Bobby, and that the two didn't really have a place of their own. Due to their jobs as hunters, they more or less just drifted from one motel to the next. Although Bobby was more than ready to house you, it was decided by Castiel that you'd be safer moving with the boys.    When Uriel returned, he was livid. Not only was the archaic circle that trapped you swept away, you were also

Chapter 2: The Red pill or the Blue Pill        It's been two days since your run-in with the demons. Despite hearing of similar happenings in the nearby towns, you decided to keep to yourself. The allegations made by the blue-eyed angel more than unnerved you. Although you’re quite certain of being human, you still can't shake the feeling of unease. Now that you've got two hunters and apparently angels looking for you, you conclude it's best to keep low and out of the way of any supernatural occurrences.    You're lying in bed with headphones over your ears. The blasting music as an attempt at distraction is nothing more than backg

Chapter 1: Birthmark    You shift your back slightly upwards, feeling sore from the uncomfortable arrangement of your limbs. Your hands are bound tight with rope, and the frayed edges are digging into your skin. The wooden pole you're tied to offers little comfort in your current predicament. With half-closed eyes, you survey your surroundings once again.    The warehouse you're captured in is dark. The lone bulb overhead tries its best to stretch the feeble light over the entirety of the space. The windows along the walls are boarded up, revealing nightfall through the cracks.      You look across the dirt ground to the three dead bodie