Born A Hunter

Chapter 14: Guns and Ammo

"Where are we going?" The question was simple, but Addison noticed Carl's body stiffen at her chosen words. His movements quick and calculated as he rushed to shove a number of guns and ammo into a duffle bag, a pensive frown over his brow. "If we're going to look for Glenn, why do we need so much?"

"There's bad people out here!" The boy huffed a response, his actions become harsh as he struggled to unzip another pocket of the bag. Addison reached forwards cautiously, unreeling his fingers grip from the material. She held his hands, tracing shapes with her thumbs. Brown eyes met stressed blues, a concerned light smile upon both sets of lips.

"Relax, its all going to be okay..." Her words were an attempt to calm him down, the smile upon her lips grew as his features softened. Moving her arms up his arms, she wrapped them around his neck. Gently she pulled his head down to meet her, but it was Carl who closed the distance. His lips crashed onto her with a soft kiss, his hands gravitating towards her hips; pulling her closer to him, as if this was the last time that the pair would be together.

Breaking apart, there foreheads rested against one another. Carl's hand raised to hold Addison's cheek, her head leaning into the warmth of his palm. His bright blue eyes holding a hope and pain, causing the girl to frown a little confused.

"I don't want you to come!" He finally breaths, causing Addison to scowl further. Carl's features falling solemn, knowing all to well what her response would be.

"You ain't stopping me..." The Winchester chuckled softly, hitting him lightly in the chest. A sliver of a smile tugged at the boy, his head dropping as he stared at the floor. Without warning, Addison found herself trapped in his warm embrace, but only for a second before he turned his back to her, returning to packing the bag.

"Can you grab some more ammo!" He sighs, stress still evident in his voice. Addison only nodded, pulling open the hard wooden door to the supply closest on their left. Squinting in the dark, Addison could barely make out the rows of ammo. Flicking the light switch, expected brightness temporarily blinded her sight. Before the girl could comprehend what was happening, a hard shove knocked her further into the enclosed space, the banging of the door making her jump.

"Carl!" Turning and knocking against the door hastily, tone almost a desperate yell; hating the idea of being trapped in a small room, especially alone. "What am I supposed to do... if you don't come back?"

Addison felt her world come crashing down, after all these years she had let her guard down; she had let him in, she could loose him and there's nothing she can do about it. Resting her head against the door, it pained her to know exactly why he had done this. It wasn't the first time Addison had found herself in a situation like this, Sam had done something similar 3 years ago when Dean got himself Kidnapped. Listening closely she could hear Carl's movements on the other side, slow and hesitant as if he were second guessing himself.

"Just Survive!"

Hey Readers,

Sorry for the short chapter, I've been super busy revising this past few weeks but I'm back and um still going to attempt to post at least once a week. But if you liked this chapter, feel free to vote and comment to show your support.

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