{graveyard} waking sleeping beauty

[blckmagc_woman]

It felt like waking up from a long, long sleep with a gentle hand on her cheek and a whisper in her ear. "Wake up, dear. Wake up, Abby." It sounded like her mother. But no. That wasn't right. That wasn't her name. And there was no one there, just a brush of air across her face and a silent whisper in her ear

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[jstliketherifle]

Dean was told, by an angel, to drive across the country and pick up Bela Talbot.

Dean had no idea why he actually agreed to do it.

For one thing, Bela was dead. That much he was certain of. For another, he was still carrying a bit of a grudge over that whole stealing-his-car-stealing-the-Colt-trying-to-kill-them thing. He was also pretty sure that she had a bit of one herself for some of the things he had done, and yet he went, and he didn't bring Sam. Sam had a kid and a wife, and that didn't need an angel assignment on top of it. Besides, he needed something to do anyway.

He pulled the car into the small pathway that ran through the graveyard, stopping when he spotted her. He paused behind the wheel for a moment, not sure of what to do, before putting the car into park and climbing out. He isn't even sure what to say, either, but he's just going to stand there looking at her until he figures it out.

[blckmagc_woman]

She saw the car first. She came to a stop and stared at it and let her eyes drift over to him. Her arms wrapped around herself protectively and she met his eyes.

It was several long minutes before she spoke. "What are you doing here?" she asked softly.

[jstliketherifle]

Dean sighed as he looked over at her, not really sure how to answer the question. "I was told to come pick you up."

[blckmagc_woman]

She took a step back. "Camille," she whispered. "...you?"