(Twilight and SPN Crossover. SPN and Stephanie Meyers owns the characters of Twilight. and Eric Kripke owns SPN)
Third Person POV:
The perfect mask that her family had created finally shattered all around her. Her pretty protection destroyed within a moment of notice. Finally she found the words to speak they barely came out a whisper that only Rose could hear. "... I don't want to marry him, I don't ... I don't love him" She heard something outside the tent. "Renesmee, go" She heard Rose's whisper and realized then that it was time. She breathed in and ran as fast as her legs could run. Her dress was in tears as she moved through the forest into her family's home. opening the door to her fathers old room. Seeing an old vase she threw it to the ground hard and watched as the passports appeared from the mess. Grabbing them and ran back down the stairs, and ran out. before running out she opened the cabinet next to the fridge she grabbed the emergancy go bag throwing all the passports inside quickly. Running towards the house she grew up in. There was something Renesmee needed that she could never let go of. As she opened the door to her closet she walked in and opened up the floorboard that revelied a wooden box that only she had the key to. Opening it she grabbed the leather jacket Dean had given to her before she had to leave. Smelling it she was reminded of the whiskey and burbon smell Dean always had. Clutching it with her she also grabbed the photo of the two of them while they hung out in Eastern Washington.
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She grabbed everything else placing it in the box and the rest of the flannels she stole from Dean and a shirt leaving home never looking back. The moment her feet hit the cold floor of the Seattle airport she was ready to return to Dean. The older woman at the counter was scrutinizing her carefully, and she was sure she looked a wreak, but it didn't matter she was going to get what she wanted, she looked around for a clock and noticed she only had seven minutes left. There was a cough and she looked back to the woman behind the counter. "Can I help you?" There was a silent suggestion for her to leave but Renesmee shook it off and smiled at the old woman, she straightened up and changed her attitude quickly. "A one-way ticket to Witcha ". The woman began typing onto the computer as she began requesting her I.D., She looked at everything she had and saw the credit card Rose gave her. Saving it for a later time she grabbed out some cash from the huge pile and gave the lady the money. "Terminal 56 leaves in five minutes, enjoy your flight". She smiled as she took her ticket, grabbing what she had and walked through secuirty like it was no big deal. Getting on the plane she took at seat and sat looking over the airport and what was not that much of SeaTac. . It wasn't a long wait before the plane took off. She breathed out in relief, The amount of emotions that ran through her at the realization that she was finally free. Her eyes seemed to drip on their own accord and she never realized how utterly exhausted she truly was. The plane landed down in Witcha as the flight attendant woke Renesmee up. 'Excuse me m'am we are here." "Oh sorry I've had a long day." "I see well good luck!" She smiled and walked off grabbing her things. Putting Dean's coat on she lost herself in the smell and the memoires of what was seeming years ago. She mangaged to grab taxi making it a least 2 hours to Lebanon.
