The Sister They Never Had | By : WinchesterPrincess Category: Supernatural > Het - Male/Female Views: 5153 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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*~* ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER!!!! I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL, any of the characters related to the show nor any songs and/or refences to any books, movies, songs, tv shows, or food/beverage labels mentioned with the chapters of this fic. I make no profite from this writing. This is written for pure enjoyment only. Mavi is the only thing that I own and I do not give anyone permission to use her before contacting me to get my approval. Thank you :) Now onto the chapter! *~*
It had been a week since the boys had left for the emergency hunt. Dean would text or call at least once a day to let Mavi know where they were and if there was a chance they were coming home soon. They had gone around several states chasing down the shapeshifter that had caused the emergency and it looked like the end was no where in sight to her. She picked up extra shifts at the bar to keep herself busy to the point she was spending most of her time at work. When she wasn't at work, she was out doing something, anything to not remind her how empty their home was. It was a night light shift for her tonight, so she has the majority of the day and afternoon to spend in the super quiet house. The leaves had just about completely fallen off the trees and she decided it was time to start raking them up and getting the house ready for Halloween that was only a few weeks away. Sighing she makes her way up the stairs to pull down the collapsable stairs that are attached to the 'door' in the ceiling of the hallway to the attic where she keeps the things for holidays. The pulldown stairs come down with a squeak and a groan as they are not used much. The cracking coming from the wood as she makes her way up them is a little unsettling but she pushes herself up them anyway.
"I will have to have Dean and Sam rebuild them later on I think..", she mutters as she reaches her destination into the attic to dig through the plastic totes that hold the holiday decorating hidden treasures.
'I really need to go through all these... there is probably 20 totes alone for Christmas and we don't have any little kids running around to go that crazy.. nor do I plan on having any right away. I should talk to Dean about that one, later, we aren't that crazy to take the next step yet. We just had sex last week for the first time after two months. Calm your hormones down lady!', inward thought babble.
She gently drops the two totes of Halloween decorations down onto the floor before climbing back down the pull down stairs. More cracking causes her to jump down from them and close them back up with a final thud.
"Yup.. not doing that again until they are fixed.", she nods her head to agree with herself as she picks the totes up and brings them downstairs and sets them on the dining room table where she paws through them pulling out a few things here and there.
Already dressed in old, raggy clothes for doing yard work, she slides on her sneakers that are sitting at the front door and takes one tote with the choosen decorations in it for outside, out the front door with her. Setting it down on the swing on the front porch, she goes to dig out the rake and wheel borrow from the garage. Her dads, no Sammys, truck sits safe and sound inside. She runs her hand over the hood as she makes her way to the back of the garage. Grabbing what she needs, she makes her way back out and shuts the door behind her.
It takes her most of the afternoon to rake up the leaves from the massive front yard, but she gets it done in time, as well as setting up the outside decorations just in time to take a shower before she has to go to work. A quick shower and she pulls on her work uniform that consists of black short shorts and a green polo shirt. She throws her wet hair up quickly, pulls on a hoodie and rushes out the door to make it to work on time. Before getting into her Focus however, she admires her handy work of the trash bags made to look like pumpkins stuffed with leaves on each side leading up the steps, the pumpkin stake lights that lead up the walk way, the orange/purple/green mixed lights she had wrapped around the railing of the front porch, and the glow in the dark spider webs all around the windows and up in the corners with its sparkly black and purple spiders hanging from it. She smiles, knowing Dean will probably think she is crazy, but Halloween is the one time a year all the Hunters can actually relax and she hoped they would be home by then so they could enjoy seeing what the kids coming to get candy were dressed as together. She gets into the car, starts her engine and takes off to work not even noticing someone standing along the edge of the woods by their home watching her, or noticing the car that is parked off in the brush a little ways from their driveway as she drives down the road.
She amazingly makes it to work while going the speed limit, she thought for sure she was going to have to ignore the speed limit signs to make it on time. She grabs the apron she keeps in the owners office when she gets there, deposits the small purse she carries when she has to work into the drawer of his desk with all her other female co-workers purses, and leaves the office going to the bar as she ties on her apron.
"Are we busy tonight, Seth?", she asks the manager as she steps behind the bar.
"Not too bad. We are managing even though we are short staffed."
"Who didn't come in tonight?"
She checks the limes, lemons, cherries, and olives that are at the bar for the drinks and see they are low, so she pulls what she needs from the mini fridge kept under the bar to make it easier then going to the walk in cooler in the back where the food is kept in the back. She starts to cut up what she needs to refill them as Seth tells her the two that called out.
"Didn't they call out several times over this week?"
Seth nods and says he is going to take care of it when they come in next. He goes outside to grab a smoke knowing Mavi can handle the bar, mixing drinks, and taking orders on her own. She really had Jo and Ellen to thank for that one. Keeping busy she goes to pick up dishes left on empty tables, check on patrons to see if they need refills or anything else, takes a few orders for the ones that came in, and drops the orders off at the kitchen window before grabbing the wet rag to wipe down the empty tables. The orders are waiting in the window when she gets back from her rounds and she brings them to the table as a familiar face walks into the bar but shes too busy to notice right away. The guy take a seat at the bar and she picks up more empty dishes on her way back to the bar.
"What can I get for you?", she asks as she deposits the dishes in the bus pan before turning around to look at the new comer and her breath catches in her throat.
There sits James, the hunter she just broke up with two months ago to take a chance on Dean and herself. A smile comes to his lips, but the look in his eyes is not that of joy or happiness.
"I will take a gin and tonic, extra gin with two olives."
"Coming right up.", she says as her shaky hands grabs the glass, she pours the drink and deposits the olives setting a napkin down on the counter and sets it down.
"Would you like to open a tab?", she asks as he slides his credit card across the bar to her and he nods his head. She sets the card down on the register as Seth walks back into the bar.
"I need a break..", she whispers to him and he shoos her away. She heads to the back to the employee restroom and locks the door the behind her. She pulls out her cellphone and immediately speed dials Deans number.
"Please pick up... please pick up..", she repeats with every ring and after eight rings his voicemail picks up.
"Dammit!", she hits the end call before it can start recording and she tries to Sam cellphone next with the same thing.
"Dammit, dammit, dammit...!"
She was freaking out, she had no idea why James would show up here, not unless he wanted revenge and that is the scene that played through her mind over and over that caused her to be on edge. One last attempt to reach out, she tries Bobby who answer a few rings in.
"Thank God Bobby.. where are Sam and Dean? Its important, I need to know."
"They are a few states over. What is going on?"
"The hunter I left for Dean, hes here, I don't know why. I am freaking out. I am at work right now and he is here, he can't do anything now but what about when I leave, what about when I go home? He could follow me!", her mind is screaming and racing.
"Calm down, I will try the boys..."
"I already did! Both of them!", she cuts him off.
"Then stay busy, stay late if you have to. I am on my way and I will keep calling Dean and Sam."
"I work until close, so I still have several hours before I have to leave."
"Good. I am on my way."
She hangs up and takes a deep breath to calm herself before she looks in the mirror to make sure everything is in place and her face doesn't give away the bone deep terror she is truly feeling.
Bobby gets into his truck before he hangs up with her and when he slams the older flip phone shut, he tosses it into the seat before starting the engine and taking off to the bar Mavi works at. He grabs the phone again at a stop light and starts to dial Dean and Sam. After several failed attempts at reaching either of the boys and a few voicemails left for each, he tosses the phone back into the seat beside him. He thinks hard and then it dawns on him.. "Cas!"
As if by some strange fate, Cas appears in the seat the phone is on beside Bobby.
Castiel pulls the phone from under his rear end and drops it on the middle seat between the two grown men.
"You called?"
"Mavi may or may not be in trouble. I've tried to call Dean and Sam. No answer. I need you to find them and find them fast."
Cas disappears as quickly as he appeared.
When Mavi had gone back out to the bar James had moved to a table in the corner, where he could watch her and thats just what he does. She only went over to him a few times through out her shift until it was her lunch time. She goes outside but stays close to the building wondering where the hell Bobby could be. If she ever wanted a smoke, right now would be the best time to want one. She paces a little by the door and finally decides she is going to go to the 24/7 McDonalds a few miles away to get lunch and coffee. Getting in, she starts the engine and takes off. She is half way there when she goes to step on the brakes to go around and corner and her breaks don't work. She slams on them to no avail, leaving her only two choices... to jump out of the car that is going almost 50 miles an hour or wait until she crashes. Taking the first option, she opens the door and falls out of the car, the pavement scrapping her body as he work uniform adds no protection against the unforgiving, cold, black top of the road. Her car goes a little ways before wrapping itself around a tree. She rolls herself off the road and onto the side of it painfully as she reaches for the phone in her back pocket that is amazingly not broken. She pushes Deans number and only half hears it ringing before she blacks out.
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