I'm awoken by Addy slamming the motel door. "What is your problem?" I ask rolling over. She stands at the foot of the bed with her arms crossed, "It's been a month Olivia. Can't we go back, yet?" She asks. I flip the covers off of me and stand up. "No, Addy. I told you we're not going back." I say walking to the bathroom. "Well I'm getting tired of this place. I hate that school." She complains. I tie my hair up, "Well tough, we got to figure out why girls keep going missing from the locker room." I say.
"Why do I got to go to school?" She whines. "Because I'm older!" I shout back at her. She flops down on her bed, sighing. "Sam and Dean wouldn't have made me go to school." She says under breath, but loud enough so I can hear it. "Actually, I think they would." I say back to her slamming the bathroom door. I run the water for my shower. I hate living here in this stupid motel, with the water that takes literally fifteen minutes to warm up.
I come out of the shower, feeling no better than when I got in. Addy and I have been at each other's throats for, well a month. She's relentless about wanting to go back to Sam and Dean, I just can't. I can't face Dean and see Jackson in his eyes.
I walk out and don't see Addy. "Addy? Addison!" I call out. I finish getting dressed and head outside, grabbing my keys on the way out. This isn't the first time she's run off, I know exactly where she's at.
I drive over the bridge and take the small road beside that hugs along the river bank. Just about a mile down, there's a small cave. I park in front the tall oak tree that shades the entrance. "Addy, Damn it. I'm sorry, Ok. Is that what you want to hear. But put yourself in my shoes." I say entering the cave. I turn on the flashlight, and look into the empty cave. She's not here.
I walk out and Castiel leaning against my car. "What are you doing here?" I ask him. "Dean has been asking me to find you." He says. "Yeah, well go back and tell him you didn't." I say opening my door. "Where's Addy?" He asks. I roll my eyes, "I don't know. She does this a lot. I'll find her, I always do." I tell him.
"Ok, I'm just a prayer away if you need me." He says. "Wait, Cas. How's Dean, really?" I ask him leaning on the drivers door. He turns around, "He drinks a lot more than usual and he doesn't go on hunts anymore. He just stays at the bunker." I nod and get in the car, slamming the door.
I head to the local bar and order my usual, whiskey. "Special agent Joplin, off duty today?" Jerry the burly bartender asks me. "Yup. You seen my sister today?" I ask him. "Nope, can't say that I have. She run off again?" He asks pouring me another shot. "Oh yeah." I say taking the third shot. "She'll come around. Here next one's on me." He says pouring me one more.
I look out the window and see Addy across the street at the arcade. I toss the last shot down my throat, I love that burn. "Hey, thanks Jerry. I spotted her across the street." I say heading out the door. I run across the street and into the arcade. I spot her over by the air hockey table. I grab her arm and spin her around. "Addison Rae Schaffer don't you ever run off again." I shout at her.
"I left you a note." She whispers. I let go of her, "You what?" I say. "I left you a note on the dresser." She says. I nod and back up. "Yeah, Um yeah. Sorry I didn't see it." I say. She leans in and smells my breath, "You've been drinking again. I'm staying with some friends tonight." She says walking away.
"Addy you know that's not safe." I say to her. "I'll be fine, I'll come home and grab my duffle." She tells me. "Fine. I'm not going to try and stop you, you'll only do it anyway after I've gone asleep." I say.
I turn to leave the store but Addy calls my name, "What?" I say turning around. "Do yourself a favor and call Dean." She says going back to her game. I turn and leave the arcade. I slam my car door shut and slam my fists on the steering wheel. I peel out and decide to go to the park.
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Taking a Chance
FanficOlivia Schaffer has been hunting her whole life, mainly by herself after her father died, well actually murdered by the thing he was hunting. Olivia often blamed herself for his death. She always heard stories of the Winchester boys and all the liv...