|Questions of The Chapter|: —What is your favorite TV show/s? *Not Including Supernatural* Some of my favorite TV shows are: Brooklyn Nine-Nine, The Vampire Diaries, Teen Wolf, The Originals, Stranger Things, The 100, From Dusk Till Dawn, New Girl, Sherlock, and Doctor Who.

—Later on in the book, would you guys like smut? I definitely don't mind having smut in the story, and I don't mind reading it, idk I guess I'm not comfortable writing it. I would be so freaked out the whole time writing it. So if you guys want to write it for me and I'll publish it on here (after giving you credit of course) I think it'd be cool to see how you guys see Odessa and Dean in bed ;)

—Would you guys read a 'Supernatural Preferences & Imagines' book if I wrote one? I was thinking of asking you guys if you'd be down to have special chapters every once in while dedicated to requested scenes for the trio from you guys (which I'm lowkey wanting to do but idk if you guys would want that) and then I started thinking of a book solely dedicated to putting YOU guys into a story. Be sure to comment what you think of both^^ ideas :) 

—Have you guys listened to any songs that remind you of Odessa and Dean/ Odessa and Sam? As for Dessa (AKA Dean and Odessa) I always think of 'Say You Love Me' by Jessie Ware, 'Think About You' by LEON, 'Here With Me(Two Worlds)' by Susie Suh, and 'Girl Crush' by Little Big Town.

P.S the fucking amazing moodboard above^^ was made by idkmstiles who also made my beautiful new cover

Sam noticed the inexplicable tension exchanged between Odessa and Dean gradually dwindled as the days continued on, and there even was an expansion of their conversations. He wasn't certain if they'd kiss again, and he clandestinely wanted them to. His thoughts drifted to the night where he'd caught Dean stealthily flee from his bed and into the desolate parking lot where Odessa was residing. He wasn't an idiot, he knew what his brother's intentions were, and for the first time, his yearning for a woman wasn't just about sex. Sam didn't feel the need to protest for Dean's undisclosed motives on earning Odessa's affection because he was entirely certain Dean wanted all of her; he wanted her passion, devotion, body, and everything that made relationships electric. 

The moment Sam was convinced Odessa realized she held romantic feelings for Dean was when she announced her departure. She'd been behaving abnormally, frantic and hesitant around his brother. She'd been doing just fine before the night she mysteriously disappeared when Sam returned from his dinner with Sarah Blake. Then Dean revealed they'd almost kissed until he interrupted. And he finally understood everything. He chose to remain reticent when Odessa returned from her inscrutable walk, certain she was aware of her feelings for him when she began acting strange.

It wasn't until they were in the vampire's nest and Sam asked Odessa to cut free the woman from the ropes; Odessa was using the dagger Dean had specially crafted. One night and months before, in the spur of his moment of elation, Dean showed Sam and explained the inscriptions of the dagger. Sam, teasingly, questioned of this was a way to express his feelings for her. Dean was quick to dismiss the thought of liking Odessa as more than a friend.

The morning after when Odessa was showering Dean swiftly explained there was something he indeed felt for the Guardian, but didn't know this was something temporary or something much more. Sam suggested he give Odessa the present when he was certain of his own feelings. So when Odessa was slicing ropes off with the dagger, Sam had a sudden revelation when he realized Dean truly cared for his best friend in more ways than one.

Now, after visiting his mother's grave, Sam was standing beside the Impala as he waited for Odessa and Dean to return from speaking with some man. Dean thanked him, taking a piece of paper from his hands, and made his way to Sam. "Angela Mason. She was a student at the local college. Her funeral was three days ago." Sam glanced in Odessa's direction quizzically, to which she responded with a shrug. She didn't appear to know why Dean was so worked up about this either.

Sam stuffed his hands in his front pockets. "And?" He asked, not seeing the big picture with this scenario.

Dean looked up from the small piece of paper. "And," He scoffed, "You saw her grave—everything dead around it in a perfect circle. You don't that's a little weird," Sam didn't necessarily consider this much, nothing really out of the ordinary. He suggested the grounds keeper must've been a little agro with the pesticide. Dean shook his head. "No, I asked him. No pesticide. No chemicals. Nobody can explain it." 

Sam heard Odessa sigh beside him. "All right, so what are you thinking about all this?" She didn't seem keen either of these suspicions, and from the looks of it, she didn't think this was anything peculiar either. 

Dean half-shrugged. "I don't know. Unholy ground, maybe," Both Sam and Odessa exchanged bewildered expression, scoffing softly. "What? If something evil happened, it could easily poison the ground. Remember the farm outside of Ceder Rapids? It could be the sign of a demonic presence...or the Angela girl's spirit, if it's powerful enough," Sam frowned, nodding before continuing his walking. "Well, don't get too excited. You both might pull something." 

Sam stopped, sighing heavily. "It's just stumbling onto a hunt...here of all places," Dean didn't seem to understand, asking him 'so'? "So, are you sure this is about a hunt, not something else?" 

Dean appeared amused of the suggestion, interlacing his fingers and rested his forearms on the roof of the Impala. "What else would it be about?" From his side, Sam heard Odessa mumble a string of incoherent curses in Spanish, shaking her head as she eyed him threateningly. She was wordlessly warning him to mind his words. It was obvious she didn't want them arguing.

Sam exhaled sharply. "You know, just forget it" 

"Believe what you want, Sam. But I let you drag my ass out here. The least we could do is check this out," Directing his gaze to Odessa, he sent her a questioning glance, unsure of what to do. She rolled her eyes, motioning him to agree, which he did. "The girl's dad works in town. He's a professor at the school." He yanked open the door and entered the driver's seat. Sam inhaled slowly, definitely not wanting to do this.

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Odessa wasn't sure if this whole ordeal was a case, the only thing remotely intriguing was the patch of dead grass, and even then she hadn't been certain if that was worth any significance. However, things were good with her and Dean. The tension and discomfort between them eased considerably, and she didn't want to do anything to jeopardize that. So, for Dean's benefit, she remained silent as they stood outside of the father's door.

The door swung open and revealed an older-looking man, who appeared evidently saddened as Dean greeted him. "Dr. Mason," Angela Mason's father looked at the three of them, hesitantly confirming that was him.

"I'm Sam," The youngest Winchester said, "This is Dean. And his girlfriend, Odessa. We were friends of Angela's. We—we wanted to offer our condolences." Odessa raised her eyebrow, refraining herself from punching Sam's side. Dr. Mason smiled sympathetically, stepping back and allowed access for them to enter his office. Sam and Dean granted her entry first, then quickly followed after her.

Minutes passed when Dr. Mason displayed the picture book that contained dozens of photographs of Angela. A majority were of her smiling brightly into the camera, and others were of her with her father and friends. Odessa's finger grazed the corner of the page, admiring the picture intently. "She was beautiful." She said, pursing her lips together. 

Dr. Mason eyed the photographs wistfully. "Yes, she was." He replied, voice wavering with each word.

From across the room, Dean closed one of the several books placed display. "This is an unusual book." He stated, turning the book around to flaunt the odd scriptures. Dr. Mason tore his gaze from Angela and faced him. 

He didn't seem fazed, only bothered Dean was touching his items without permission. "It's ancient Greek. I teach a course." Dean nodded, returning the book on the shelf beside him. He drew near them, unsure of what to speak about.

Dean evaded Dr. Mason's gaze. "So, a car accident. That's—that's horrible." He said, placing his hands in his jacket's pockets. 

Dr. Mason nodded softly. "Angie was only a mile away from home when..." He trailed off, not wanting to speak the words of his daughter's death.

Dean nodded, understanding his pain. "It's got to be hard. Losing someone like that," He paused thoughtfully, peering down at the floorboards. "Sometimes it's like they're still around, almost like you can sense their presence. You ever feel anything like that?" Odessa, after making sure Dr. Mason wasn't paying any attention, rolled her eyes. For a moment, she assumed Dean was speaking from experience, explaining how he feels, but she was wrong. She just wished he could speak about his emotions without the conversation taking a sudden turn into an argument.

Angela's father bobbed his head up and down. "I do, as a matter of fact." He whispered.

Odessa smiled sorrowfully. "And that's common when people are in situations like yours," She said, slightly enunciating the words, making sure Dean understood this was perfectly normal. "Last year, my family passed away and I still dream of them, have nightmares of their deaths. But now, I'm happy. Believe me when I say it does get easier, it just takes time." 

He pursed his lips. "You know, I still phone her. And the phone's ringing before I remember that..." He trailed off once more. "Family's everything, you know? Angie was the most important thing in my life. And now I'm just lost without her." 

Odessa stared in Dean's direction. "We're very sorry." 

<<>>

Odessa wasn't sure if she should intervene into Sam and Dean's conversation, which was quickly altering into an argument. Typically when they had their disputes, she tried her best not to come between them, which normally failed. Now as they spoke of the grave and Angela Mason's father, she bit the inside of her cheek to restrain herself. 

Sam exited the motel's restroom. "There's no reason for it to be unholy ground. Angela Mason was a nice girl who died in a car crash. That's not exactly vengeful-spirit material," He said, "You heard her father." 

Dean didn't appear to change his mind on this whole ordeal. "Yeah, well, maybe daddy doesn't know everything there is to know about his little angel, huh?" Odessa rolled her eyes at his incapability of expressing sensitivity of such a calamity as similar to his own. 

Sam tossed his towel back into the restroom. "You know what? We never should've bother that poor man," Dean tore his gaze away from the papers he was examining. "We shouldn't even be here anymore." 

Shifting on his feet, Dean blinked. "So, what, Sam? We just bail without even figuring out what's going on?" 

Odessa readjusted her position on the bed she was sitting on, sending Sam a hesitant glance as he rested his hands on his torso. "I think I know what's going on here. It's the only reason we went along with you this far," Sam said. She froze, glaring daggers into the side of his temple for bringing her into this. Dean jerked his head, asking what he was talking about. "This is about mom's grave." 

Dean scoffed, bypassing both Sam and Odessa's gaze. "It's got nothing to do with it."

Toying with the necklace around her neck, Odessa cleared her throat softly, enough to gather both their attention. "I mean, you didn't even want to step within a hundred yards of it," And her restraints from meddling in the conversation broke and she tried her best to remain calm. "Look maybe you're just imagining some hunt when there isn't one. You know, to keep your mind off your mom and dad." 

Dean tossed what he was holding roughly back onto the bed's sheets. He was scowling as he clenched his jaw. Sam sighed heavily, shoulders slumping. "You want to take another swing? Go ahead if it'll make you feel better." 

Shaking his head, Dean clenched his jaw once more before collecting his jacket. "I don't need this crap." He grabbed his car keys from the top of the television and shoved past Sam. 

Odessa stood on her feet, watching as he opened the door. "Dean, where are you going?" She asked, tone coated with compassion. 

He peered over his shoulder. "I'm gonna go get a drink...alone." He whirled around and slammed the door behind him as he left.

<<>>

Dusk arrived hours later, and the sky was a breathtaking swirls of orange and lilac while the clamoring puffs of clouds formed wondrous shapes. Odessa had been awake the whole night, pondering where Dean was and if he was okay. She watched as the sun lowered and the moon remarkably rose. She'd seen marvelous beauties in the course of twelve-hours, but the only thing she found herself thinking of was Dean.

Odessa clutched the warm coffee mug in hand, raising the rim to her lips and sipped the scorching beverage. She didn't want to constantly think of him, but she couldn't help it. When they kissed it felt like nothing else mattered as he warmed her with his touch. She often found herself imagining his touch on her skin, tracing her runes with delicacy. His fingers softly caressing the hem of her bra, the lace of her underwear as he closed the gap between their lips. She shivered, but she couldn't decipher if her trembling was from the lack of a sweater or merely Dean. 

Shaking her head softly, she cleared her explicit thoughts from her mind. Repeatedly thinking of those risque images wasn't going to improve her frustration. However, the night when they kissed, she was precariously close to continuing further on the impropriety. Why couldn't she stop thinking of him? He was always on her mind, and there was never a day when she didn't see him. Odessa wanted to break something; a vase or Dean's precious face. 

The low rumble of the Impala's engine captured her attention from her glaringly vivid thoughts. Turning to face the desolate street, there was Dean lethargically driving the Impala to match her pace. She rolled her eyes, inwardly cursing him for appearing at such a lurid time. His left arm was resting on the lowered windowsill as he gazed out of the car and onto her. She couldn't deny that he looked beyond handsome. 

Quickly checking his rearview mirror, he questioned her. "What's with the coffee," He asked, "You only drink it when you're stressed or trying to make someone feel better." Odessa furrowed her eyebrows, spurring some form of correction when she realized he was right. She remained silent. Dean chuckled, knowing he was right. "You left your jacket in here, by the way." 

She nodded with pursed lips, not trusting her voice to conceal the desire she held for him. "Come on, you're freezing," He said, taking notice of her goosebumps. "I'll park the car and you can get it." The engine roared as he sped down to the motel's parking lot. She sighed heavily, clutching her mug firmly. 

By the time she entered the parking lot, Dean was already parked and leaning against the Impala's door with his arms folded across his chest. There was a certain edge with his aura. He practically oozed sex appeal, and she wanted to punch him for being so effortlessly beautiful. She inched near him, spotting her black sweater in the backseat. She was certain she could do this; just open the door, grab the sweater, and leave as swift as she could. 

She evaded his gaze the entire time she drew closer to the Impala's backdoor, but Dean reticently insisted on intensely gazing at her with such severity. With haste, Odessa opened the back door and yanked the sweater from the leather seating. As she whirled around, Dean was merely inches from her. She gasped softly as she unintentionally collided with his chest. He was staring down at her, smugly smirking as he licked his lips. His forearm was settled against the roof of the car, and his other hand was resting on the rim of the opened car door. She was barricaded with his body, and she didn't mind it one bit.

He, beyond question, towered over her and his breathing tickled her forehead as she averted her gaze away from his piercing, fixated stare. Pressing her lips together into a fine line, she exhaled through her nose as she looked into his eyes, raising an eyebrow at his hostile actions. "We kissed," He mumbled, raising his hand and caressed her cheek gingerly with his thumb, just as he did the night they kissed. "And I know it was small, and heat of the moment, but it still meant something to me." 

She glanced down at his plump lips. "It meant something to me too," She replied, "Just not in the way that you think." She didn't want to reveal her feelings to him in the middle of a motel parking lot, and she wasn't going to. Assuming from his typical behavior with women, she was thinking he thought their kiss was an offering for a fling or meaningless sex, and that's not what she wanted. 

She closed her eyes, leaning forward to close the gap between them. She was seconds from feeling his lips on hers when she tilted her head in bewilderment. Dean opened his eyes, peering down at her with perplexity. She resembled a dog hearing their favorite toy squeak in the distance. "What," He asked frantically. His smooth, seductive expression demolished as he glanced down at her in worry. "Did I do something wrong?" She wanted to giggle at his uncertainty, but laughed with such vehemency as she rested her head against him, burying her face into his chest as her body shook with mirth.

"Sam's watching Casa Erotica." She said, her voice muffled into his shirt.  

He sighed in relief, but then stepped away and clenched his jaw. "Goddamn it, Sam," She heard him murmur. "I'm gonna kill him." 

A glistening grin rose on her scarlet-red lips. "Don't be such a diva," She teased, playfully poking his chest. "Come on, I wanna see his reaction. Ten bucks says he pretends we don't know what he's watching."

He stepped away from her. "I'll take that action." He said, smirking with pride. "Get your wallet ready—" With much courage, and acting with accordance, she grasped his hand and yanked him to her, colliding her lips against his with greed and an excessive longing for his touch. He momentarily froze, then melted into her unyielding embrace. Even with six-inch heels she was still shorter than him, and she stood on her toes to reach him properly. 

They moved together with impeccable accord, their lips corresponding with each other ideally. His hands descended to her lower back, securely clutching her hips. She gently clamped his neck, relishing the taste of him as her other forearm rested on his nape. Her stomach was suffused with butterflies and her heart was beating erratically. Kissing him seemed to be the cure for all the despair she was experiencing. The anger, frustration, agitation demolished as they moved in sync. 

Pulling away, her eyes fluttered open and she sighed with delight as she smiled, taking in Dean's awestrucked expression. His tenure of her loosened—but not released—and he cleared his throat, attempting to gather his composure. She chuckled breathlessly. "Is this gonna become some regular thing now?" She asked, watching intently as he licked his lips. Odessa realized the awkward tension was gone, but the remaining kind of strain between them was sexual tension.

"God, I hope so." 

Odessa, after having re-applying her smudged lipstick and restoring her disheveled hair, attempted to restrain the threatening grin as she made her way to the motel door with Dean on her trail. Her nerves were scorching with temptation and lasciviousness, and her mind was racing repeatedly of the sighs of content that escaped Dean's lips when they caressed each other. 

Gradually unlocking the motel door, she witnessed Sam hastily fumble for the TV's remote control and press the 'off' button. She halted, furrowing her eyebrows as the corner's of her mouth tugged. She peered over her shoulder, snorting as Dean fished for his wallet in his pocket. Sam mumbled a simple 'hey' as he rested his hand against his mouth. Placing the ten-dollar bill on her palm, Dean walked around her and glanced at the black-screened TV, then at Sam's panicked expression. Watching his brother, glimpse from the television to him, Dean pursed his lips as he raised his eyebrows as Sam questioned him. "Awkward." Odessa chuckled weakly, stuffing the money in her pocket.

Sam puckered his eyebrows. "Where the hell were you?"

Dean sighed, placing his jacket on top of the TV, pausing as he saw the display for erotic channels. "Just working my imaginary case," Sam didn't seem impressed, asking him to continue. "Oh, well, you were right. I didn't find much. Yeah. Except Angela's boyfriend died last night—slit his own throat, but, you know, that's normal," He said, dismissing it with a wave of his hand. "Uh, let's see. What else? Oh, he was seeing Angela everywhere before he died. But, you know, I'm sure that's just me transferring my own feelings." 

Sam smiled humorlessly. "Okay. I get it. I'm sorry. Maybe there is something going on here." 

"Maybe," Dean asked, angrily yanking his coat off. "Sam, Essie, I know how to do my job despite what you guys might think." 

Odessa cocked her head, slightly aroused at his alteration in behavior. "Now, you're just being melodramatic," She said, pouting her lips as she teased him. "We're sorry we didn't believe you and accused you of having sentimental feelings. I solemnly swear I won't do it again," She stated. Noticing his bland stare, she glowered. "I'm thinking we check the guy's apartment." 

"I just came from there. A pile of dead plants just like the cemetery. Hell, even a dead goldfish, too." 

Odessa frowned. "Aw, poor goldfish." 

"So, unholy ground?" Sam asked, ignoring her comment.

Dean unlaced his shoes, tossing them aside. "Maybe. I'm still not getting that powerful angry-spirit vibe from Angela. I've been reading this, though." He said, pulling what Odessa assumed was Angela's diary. 

Scoffing, evidently entertained by the thought of Dean carrying a pink diary on him, Odessa grinned softly. "You stole her diario precioso," She asked, "Any dirty secrets?" 

Dean opened the diary, flipping carelessly through the pages, quickly skimming the immaculate handwriting. "No, and if anything, the girl's a little too nice." 

Sam shook his head softly. "So, what do you want to do?" 

"Keep digging, talk to more of her friends," Sam asked if he got any names. "You kidding me? I have her bestest friend in the whole wide world." He replied smugly, tossing Sam the diary and walked away.

<<>>

Odessa watched her boys endearingly as they grunted as they shoveled into Angela Mason's grave, conducting the beam of light from her flashlight where they directed her. Her ankles were crossed as she was perched on the edge of the large rectangular aperture, grimacing frequently as their heavy breathing fastened every few minutes. "You guys are doing a great job," She declared, ignoring their scowls. "What? Just providing some support."

Dean aligned himself from his crouched position, hurling the shovel to the side. Both he and Sam wiped the beads of sweat from their hairlines, sighing heavily. Odessa swung her legs forward, hopping down inside with them, careful not to disrupt Dean's sturdiness while he unlocked the grave. "Ladies first." Odessa snickered as she realized he was referring to Sam.

Rolling his eyes, Sam handed her his flashlight, demanding she keep a hold of it. He easily opened the coffin open, and she furrowed her eyebrows together when they took in the sight of the empty coffin. "I don't understand," She said, perplexed with the ordeal. "They buried the body just four days ago." She exhaled sharply, realizing the brother's dug for hours only to be greeted with nothingness. 

Sam grabbed the flashlight from her fingers. "Look," He whispered, guiding the beam to a burrow torn by something, scriptures scratched into the polished wood by something sharp. A blurred sense of nostalgia crashed into her like a wave. Dean mumbled something questionably, but Odessa wasn't listening. She was trying to remember where she'd seen these symbols before. "I don't know." Sam replied. 

Dean's face hardened. "I've seen these kinds of symbols before."

<<>>

Odessa glanced warily at Dean's stiffened figure, nearly flinching as he pounded his balled fist onto the wooden door. The glass window in the middle of the door shook with force. She didn't want to interrogate Dr. Mason, especially at such a horrid time. He'd just recently lost his daughter, and now they were going to accuse of him resurrecting her with necromancy. "Dean," She mumbled, hearing the doctor's footsteps nearing. "Take it easy, all right?" He ignored her, pounding his fist again.

Dr. Mason opened his door, sighing as he realized who was standing on his porch. "You're Angie's friends, right?" Odessa nodded, sending him a pursed smile his way.

"Dr. Mason—" Sam began.

"We need to talk," Dean intervened harshly. Dr. Mason granted them permission to enter his home, stepping to the side. Dean impolitely pushed the door open, and Odessa wanted to punch him in his throat for being rude to this poor man. "You teach ancient Greek. Tell me...what are these?" He asked, unfolding the paper he scribbled the symbols on. He displayed the wrinkled paper for Angela's father to see. 

He briefly examined the paper. "I don't understand. You said this had something to do with Angela." 

Dean feigned a smile. "It does. Please, just humor me." 

Dr. Mason inhaled sharply, returning his attention back to the messy scribbles. "They're part of an ancient Greek divination ritual," He said. Dean fabricated a questioning tone as he asked if it was used for necromancy. "That's right." 

Odessa exchanged a befuddled visage with Sam, who appeared equally as confused as she was as Dean explained their presence. "See, before we came over here, we stopped by the library and did a little homework ourselves," It was true, much to her dismay. They gathered all the books they could find about ancient Greek, and that was when Sam noticed the term 'necromancy' used several times with the symbols they found. "Apparently, they use rituals like this one for communicating with the dead. Even bringing corpses back to life—full-on zombie action." 

Nodding softly, Dr. Mason still didn't seem to understand what Dean was implying. "Yeah," He said, "I mean, according to the legends," Odessa quirked an eyebrow as Dean clenched his jaw with fuming animosity. "Now, what's this all about?" 

Dean vulgarly snatched the paper from his hands. "I think you know," Sam said his name, warning him. "Look, I get it. Okay. There are people that I would give anything to see again, but what gives you the right?" 

Odessa glowered harshly his way. "Dean," She advised, motioning with her hand for him to simmer down. 

"What are you talking about?" Dr. Mason asked, tone rising with each word. 

"What's dead should stay dead," Dean sneered, and Odessa quickly retaliated. She demanded he stop, but he continued nonetheless. "What you brought back isn't even your daughter anymore. These things are vicious, they're violent. They're so nasty, they rot the ground around them. I mean, come on! Haven't you seen 'Pet Sematary'?" 

Dr. Mason was clenching his own jaw. "You're insane," He belittled, walking past Dean and to his house telephone. Dean simply whirled around, asking him where Angela was. "Get out of my house." He demanded as he dialed '911' on the number pad. 

Stepping forward, the oldest Winchester yanked the phone out of the older man's hand. "I know you're hiding her somewhere," He tossed the phone to the floor. "Where is she?" He shouted. 

Odessa sped forward, latching onto his forearm, preventing him from harming Dr. Mason. "Dean, stop it," She exclaimed, "You've done enough, let's go."

Sam too grasped Dean's forearm. "Dean, look—beautiful, living plants," He said, directing everyone's attention to the colorful, sprouting flowers. "We're leaving." 

"I'm calling the police." 

Dean jerked his arm away from Odessa's grip. "No, that's not necessary. Again, sir, we're very sorry. We won't bother you again." Odessa said. She stepped back and dashed out the door, swiftly descending down the porch's stairwell. 

Practically sprinting after Dean's departing figure, she stared at the back of his head with wide eyes, evidently baffled with his behavior. "What the hell's the matter with you, Dean," Sam questioned as he followed his brother. Dean merely shrugged him and Odessa's concerned behavior, mumbling a 'back off'. Sam jutted his index finger in Dr. Mason's house's direction. "That man is innocent. He didn't deserve that." 

"Okay, so she's not here. Maybe he's keeping her somewhere else."

Raking her fingers through her hair, Odessa scoffed derisively. "Enough! This is getting out of control, okay? Enough of this goddamn bullshit." She shouted, nerves flaring with scorching anger. This wasn't the man she was kissing hours prior. The man in front of her wasn't the man who touched her with such fragility it erupted goosebumps every time she thought of it. 

Dean craned his head. "Odessa, I know what I'm doing." He said, chuckling as Sam claimed he didn't. 

"No, you don't...at all. I don't scare easy, but, man, you're scaring the crap out of me," Dean's gazed remained fixated on the concrete in front of him as he claimed Sam was being over-dramatic. "You're lucky this turned out to be a real case, 'cause if it wasn't, you would've found something else to kill. You're an edge, you're erratic, except for when you're hunting, 'cause then you're downright scary. You're tailspinning, man, and you refuse to talk about it, and you won't let us help you."

Dean licked his lips. "I can take care of myself, thanks." 

"No, you can't! And you're the only who thinks you should have to. You don't have to handle this on your own, Dean. No one can." 

"Sam, if either of you bring up dad's death one more time—"

Odessa sighed heavily as she trudged alongside them. She pressed her palm against his chest, stopping him in his tracks. "Dean, stop. Please, just listen to us. It's killing you, okay? Just listen to us." She begged, voice softer than the silk dresses she's worn.

Dean halted, waiting for either of them to speak. Sam appeared apprehensive on continuing further. "We've already lost dad. We lost mom. I've lost Jessica. We were this close to losing Odessa," He said, gesturing the minuscule amount with his fingers. "And now I'm gonna lose you, too?"

Hastily glancing away from Sam's vivid gaze, Dean sighed. "We better get out of here before the cops come," Odessa's expression flashed with eloquent disappointment. "Look, I hear you, okay? I'm being an ass, and I'm sorry. But right now, we got a freakin' zombie running around. We need to figure out how to kill it," Sam chuckled, "Right?" 

Shaking his head softly, Sam spoke. "Our lives are weird, man." 

"You're telling me. Come on."

<<>>

Odessa readjusted the semi-automatic handgun wedged between her lower back and waistband, making sure to silence her footsteps against the floorboards. The man the trio interviewed hours prior abruptly appeared suspicious to Dean, claiming Angela and Neil's relationship solely revolved around an unrequited love. Those series of events lead to this very moment; sneaking down into Neil's basement, which was bolted shut with a bulky metal lock.

Beneath the wooden floorboards and in the basement was low-roofed, resulting with Sam and Dean lowering their heads to properly ambled inside. There was an unoccupied bed in the corner of the room, duvets stained with dried mud and disheveled, giving the impression of an inhabited mattress. Both Sam and Dean examined their surroundings as she did, and Dean set down his gun beside his hips. "It sure looks like a zombie pen to me." He said. Odessa agreed, mumbling a simple 'yeah' as she continued onward.

Sam, who was basically crouching, turned to face them both. "An empty one. You think Angela's going after someone?" He asked.

Dean observed the unlatched door for an air vent, pushing it to the side with edge of his gun. The hinges squeaked from the sudden contact. "No, I think she went out to rent 'Beaches'." Odessa rolled her eyes, chuckling nonetheless at his sarcastic ways. 

Sam, however, wasn't amused. "Look, smartass. She might kill someone. We got to find her, Dean." 

Fixing the metal door back into place, he agreed. "Yeah," He whispered, "All right, she clipped Matt because he was cheating, right," He asks, glancing at Odessa for confirmation, to which she nodded. "Well, takes two to, you know, have hard-core sex. I don't know. It just seemed that Angela's roommate was...broken up over Matt's death. I mean, really broken up." 

Odessa sighed, kneading her shoulder. "Man, I'd be pissed too," She said, "What a fake bitch." 

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"What are you guys doing here?" Asked Neil as the trio barged into his office. Odessa couldn't refrain herself from glaring at him with aversion. She didn't understand how someone could possibly be attracted to a walking corpse. 

Sam closed the door behind them, the momentum rattling the frame. "You know, I've heard of people doing some pretty desperate things to get laid," Dean said, stepping forward and out of the shadows. "But you—" He clicked his tongue. "You take the cake." 

Neil shifted uncomfortably. "Okay, who are you guys?"

Odessa raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "Maybe asking Angela would give you an answer," Neil furrowed his brows, feigning a befuddled expressions as he squinted his eyes at her. Mumbling a mere 'what', Neil's tone hadn't appeared authentic for one moment. She rolled her eyes. "We know what you did. It's not like you did a pretty good job at covering your tracks with the ritual." 

Eyes glancing between her and Dean's towering figure, Neil scoffed. "You're crazy."

Dean leaned forward, settling his palms on the edge of Neil's desk. "Your girlfriend's past her expiration date and we're crazy," He questioned rhetorically. "When someone's gone, they should stay gone. You don't mess with that kind of stuff." 

"Angela killed Matt," Sam piped in. "She tried to kill Lindsey." 

Neil attempted to appear unfazed. "I don't know what you're talking about." 

Quicker than Odessa could comprehend, Dean dashed around the desk, clutching Neil's horrid shirt with a firm grip. He was yanked out of his, forced to stand as Dean sneered inches from his face. "Hey, no more crap, Neil! This blood is on your hands," He said through gritted teeth. "Now, the three of us can make this right, but you got to tell us where she is," Neil didn't answer. He peered down at his shoes and swallowed the lump in his throat. "Tell us!" Dean shouted, shaking him roughly. 

Neil blinked. "My house. She's at my house." 

Odessa uncrossed her arms, impressed by Dean's indication of soon-to-be probable trouble if he hadn't cooperated. Glimpsing to the side, Odessa scrunched her brows together as she took in the sight of the deceased flowers by the windowsill. Clearing her throat, she successfully gathered Dean's attention. She jutted her chin in the plant's direction and he understood what she was implying. "You sure about that," Dean asked, and Neil nodded frantically. "Look, it doesn't really matter where she is. There's only one way to stop her. We've got to perform another ritual over her grave to reverse the one that you did. We're going to need some black roots, some scar weed, some candles. It's very complicated, but it'll get the job done. She'll be dead again in a couple hours. I think you should come with us."

Odessa inched forward, heels clicking against the wood. "We're serious, Neil. You should definitely come with us." 

Shaking his head, he repeatedly mumbled 'no'. Dean leaned ahead, whispering softly. "Listen to me. Get out of here as soon as you can. But most of all, be cool. No sudden movements. Don't make her mad," He stepped back, a pursed smile on his lips. "Let's go." He then whirled around and exited the room. 

Soon following after the brothers, she peered over her shoulder and gave Neil one last sympathetic smile before leaving the room.

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With her gun raised, Odessa pondered on why she was roaming a desolate forest in the middle of a cemetery while looking for a walking corpse. A twig snapping in the distance caught her attention, and now she truly felt like the typical, skimpy girl in the beginning of cheesy horror movies. Pivoting, she was greeted with Angela's pale face, who froze as the gun was raised at her head. "Wait," Angela pleaded, "It's not what you think. I didn't ask to be brought back, but it's still me. I'm still a person. Please." 

Odessa released a shaky sigh. "That was nearly convincing, but not enough." And she pulled the trigger. The bullet lodged itself into Angela's forehead, and she screeched. The gun echoed through the trees, and she could hear Sam and Dean's questions and shouting from the empty grave. 

Angela didn't collapse or even jerk back. Odessa's eyes widened momentarily as she apprehensively stepped back. "Oh, fuck—" Angela lurched forward to latch onto the Guardian's body, but Odessa hastily dodged her incoming attack and sprinted to where Sam and Dean were currently resided. Branches and leaves collided against her skin as she dashed through the trees, leaving minuscule lacerations on her forearms from concealing her face from the branches. She was ducking under the sprigs and hopping over discarded logs. 

Fastening her pace, Odessa could see her boys in the distance, faces illuminated by the candles surrounding the grave. The last thing she saw before being tackled onto the grass was them reaching for their guns. Angela gripped her shoulders, bringing her down to the dewy grass, and Odessa grunted as the corpse clasped on her jawline, seconds from breaking her neck until a gunshot rang through the air. Weight was lifted off her body and Odessa watched as Dean repeatedly shot at Angela until she fell into her casket.

Rolling onto her stomach, she witnessed Dean swiftly grab onto a silver beam and slide into the casket, raising the beam and embed it into Angela's chest. She heard the horrific sound flesh shredding and tearing, and she sighed in relief. 

"Crazy ass bitch." Odessa muttered as she tightly closed her eyes and attempted to catch her breath.

FINALLY DONE! AHHH, I'M SO DONE WITH THIS EPISODE OMFG 

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