A Short Story Revealed: A Narrative Fiction

Sam, Dean, Mary, and Castiel all slowly entered the abandoned restaurant with weapons at the ready. When they saw that no one was around, Sam spoke the question on all of their minds. "Are you sure this is the place, Dean?" Dean finally lowered his gun and sighed. He pulled out his phone and checked the text again. "It says to meet at this exact place." They were all looking around in the same area until Cas froze. "What is it, Cas?", Mary asked. "Someone's here." Then, a voice echoed through the building, and they couldn't tell where it was coming from. "I have a name, you know. You might've heard it before." Suddenly, there was a bright, white light that filled the room. All of them shielded their eyes until it was gone. But it wasn't the only thing that disappeared, Cas was nowhere to be seen. They all raised their guns again, looking for anything else that moved. Dean was angry, "Who are you? Come out here!" There was a silent pause and a small voice spoke. "Okay." Now they figured out which direction to look and had their guns at the ready. The owner of the voice stepped out from behind a wall. Their boots quietly clicked against the wooden floor with each step. They stopped, and Sam and Dean both held their breath. They slowly lowered their guns and tried to comprehend what was going on. Mary was clueless, as she had never seen this person before, but they had seemed familiar. She was about to ask what was going on, but Dean was first to speak. His voice was small and broken. "Riley?" Mary had gotten her answer. Her daughter who died years ago was standing in front of them. She then, too, lowered her gun in
She stopped walking when she saw him and smiled even more. "Is it done?", he asked. She crossed her arms and laughed a little, "I believe so." He smiled at her and held out a glass for her. She took it and emptied it into her stomach, and for a second, her eyes flashed a dark