http://slow.writerscafe.org/JerseyGirl19 The original writings of author Musicbombshell19 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776205998 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 "Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens"Those are the words that can be heard in the distance as the children toll through the snow, leaving nothing but tiny foot prints behind.Streets and sidewalks that used to be so bleak become covered in a thick blanket of white.Friends and family walk hand .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JerseyGirl19/1453528/ Last chapter y'all. until the sequel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JerseyGirl19/1404146/ "Dean, I really don't know what happened. All I can remember is that blade cutting through me like butter. I felt the silver burning through me and I hit the ground, but I heard a yell before I blacked out." I explained."You mean before you died."  He said. I raised an eyebrow at.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JerseyGirl19/1404144/ "How are we getting all of them back to the cars?" She asked. I didn't know how to tell her that we couldn't bring her brother back with us without it sounding harsh."We can't." I sighed."What do you mean we can't?" She asked again."Your brother's dead. We can't drag his body bac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JerseyGirl19/1404141/ I pulled my demons blade out of the sheath and stuck it in the tree to give me an extra leg. I pulled myself up slowly to my feet and saw Dean had become slightly conscious again, but still not moving very much. I could feel the streams of blood flowing out of my mouth and my nose as I stood up.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JerseyGirl19/1404139/ "But why?" She asked in what sounded like a plea for an answer as she sat against the nearest tree."I don't have time to explain. This is a matter of life and death right now, and we need to get Brian back." I said quickly as Dean handed me a shotgun."I didn't even know he was missing." She sai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JerseyGirl19/1404134/ I locked the shed back up as the guys followed behind me. Dean stepped in front of me and unlocked the trunk, flipping it up to reveal a rosary hanging from the top of the cars chain"Nice rack." I said and threw the bag inside. He just smiled and shut the back before throwing another grima.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JerseyGirl19/1404130/ ***Tia P.O.V.***I sat in my room and attempted to do my homework for English. Yeah, that definitely wasn't going to happen. I thought high school was supposed to get easier. Well, that's what Sam and mom told me at least. I honestly wasn't believing a word of it now. I think it was because.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JerseyGirl19/1404125/ As I read further, everything started to click in my head. My eyes were about as wide as saucers."Guys....." I said, getting louder as I flailed my arms when I jumped from the couch I practically ran, almost toppling onto the floor, and popped into the kitchen where they were both sitting... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JerseyGirl19/1404121/ (Normal P.O.V)I looked at Dean and handed back Sams' mug.“What the hell is with you two?” Bobby said.“Nothing.” Dean and I answered in unison. I shut my eyes and tried to think for a moment, it was almost impossible with the feeling of all 3 of t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JerseyGirl19/1404117/ *****3rd person P.O.V.*****The sun shone through the windows, hitting everything in sight. The particles of dust that gathered, were seen floating through the air. 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It was almost peaceful. I walked into my room, threw the bag, my jacket, and boots to the other side of the room. Tripping over something, I turned around to see if it was just my ability to trip over air and not really take no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JerseyGirl19/1403631/ I opened the fridge, grabbed a beer out (I know what you're thinking: too young to drink, relax, it's not for me. The utter smell and taste if beer sickens me) closed it and leaned against the wall, smiling. I laughed at the way he was looking at the book, he must have heard me, he looked up. H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JerseyGirl19/1403627/ "Mullet boy, really?" He said."Yes, Dean. Me and Ash. Ash and Me. You really sound like you have an issue." I said."No. Not at all." He said."Good. If you don't mind then, I'd like to move on with my life." I said loud enough to practically be yelling at him. I turned around. 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I heard another door open. Dean had walked out. I w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JerseyGirl19/1403617/ I pulled out my cell and dialed Sam's number as I got closer to town."Hello?" I heard."Hey, it's Sam." I said and he sounded relieved."What's up?" He asked."I told Dean that I was going to meet you guys at your motel. In order to do that, I need to know where you guys are." I told him."Alright... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JerseyGirl19/1403613/ "Hey, I just got a call from Sammy. Someone showed up in the morgue. Say's this one's a local." Dean said as he popped his head in the door. I rolled my eyes."Okay. Dean, I need you to grab something out of the bottom drawer in my room. It's a black box, pretty impossible to miss. Don't lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JerseyGirl19/1403609/ ***Dream***'Tenebris circuitum, omnes visiones obnubilatio'I turned around. I could see my breath as I gasped for air. I was standing in the middle of nowhere. Just great. I heard something rustling behind me, turning my head slowly to see what it was. I walked toward i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JerseyGirl19/1403607/ "So why does this book have to be locked?" Dean said."Flip to page 230." I said."Why?" He questioned."Just do it." I said and he glared at me. "God you act just like my brother." I muttered. Sam looked at me. Seeing the remorse filling my face again, only with ange.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JerseyGirl19/1403606/ "I don't know why I couldn't see it before, but something really tipped me off." I said as I stood next to the shelf and crossed my arms."What?" He smirked."I really can't find exactly why. It could've been the car, your brother, you being an a*s, the&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JerseyGirl19/1403601/ She walked farther into my room and stood next to me. They both looked at her like she was going to turn into a demon or grow claws."Tia. Dean. Dean. Tia." I said."Short for something else?" He asked as he extended his hand out."Yeah, trouble maker." I said. He looked at me, then back at h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JerseyGirl19/1403459/ "How are you holding up?" I asked as I jumped up on the end of the ambulances bumper."I'm not dead, I think." Ryan said while scratching his head as he laughed and looked at the tattoo on my wrist, then put his arm around me."I should be comforting you, not the other way around.".. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JerseyGirl19/1403456/ This is back in the the normal p.o.v/Samanthas p.o.v http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JerseyGirl19/1403454/ This chapter's in 3rd person P.O.V. You're going to see Dean lose some of his sanity, and come to some realizations about his past that he hasn't really thought about in after being yanked from Hell. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JerseyGirl19/1403452/ (Deans P.O.V)I began to walk out behind my brother, when I felt someone tap me on the shoulder then pull me violently to the side. I looked behind me, it was her."Ever heard of a simple handshake?" I thought about it."Nevermind, you'd probably end up breaking my hand.""I wouldn't do that. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JerseyGirl19/1403450/ (Deans P.O.V) We pulled up to an average sized white chruch. It looked like it had been around since the civil war, with a few coats of paint slopped on every now and then to make it appear nice. 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