#supernaturalisdeadremember

[justicekiy]

I Supernatural is dead, remember?

He lifts the lid on his mouth before saying, “You’re not normal.”

I balanced the knife between my fingers before inspecting traces of small blood. “Neither are you.”

“So, what is this huh?” He smirks as the vape hung above him like a halo ring. “A shakedown? Whole world condemnation?”

“Quite the opposite really,” I sliced his wrist with a small incision. He barely flinched. Just continued to puff as his head tilted down to the small wound. I wrapped the knife and put it back on the clasp on my belt. “Proof.”

Suddenly his whole body shakes as he grabs the railing from the balcony to hold himself in place. “You got me here only for proof? Yeah… that’s the reason.”

“It is.” I said. I took his resin pen and pushed it to my lips. I inhaled and exhaled out into the cold misty air. “Supernatural is dead, remember?”

“To you,” he challenged. “But you aren’t in your territory anymore.”

I shrugged as I lend against the baloney. He flexed his back and I saw him inching toward me slowly. My eyes veered up as he got closer. He flicks the resin pen and toss it over. My face moved to resentment.

“Two things,” he trails his fingers as a bridge to my chin. “Either you leave. Or you can have the same fate as that pen.”

My leg was faster and hovered near his neck. “Three things. You’ll have to kick my ass then.”

His smile turned cold. “Oh. I was hoping you would say that.”