Supernatural Imagines

Protector of All Evil

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Tears roll down my cheeks, trying to find some sort of solace in the music that blast throughout the headphones I kept on, trying to drown out the thoughts of my now ex, Felix. I shove things from the closet that was his, deep into the black contracting garbage bag as the lyrics resonated roughly in my ears. A cassette that a dear friend of mine made me, plays on the Walkman attached to my hip and it was currently on Tangerine by Led Zeppelin.

I huff as the jeans and shirts catch on the edges of the bag, tears wanting to spill all while barely letting me get his shit into the bag, and why. Won't. This. Fucking. Get. In?! A strangled scream leaves my lips as I take the clothes, and throw it in an unknown direction, my eyes widening as it hits the dresser and pictures topple onto the floor. As fast as I realized what happened, I found myself already on the ground. A sob leaves, my head cradled by my hands, rubbing the heels of my palms into my eyes until I see stars behind my lids.

Another scream leaves as I tear the headphones off and I pause the Walkman. Why does it always have to be men like this that find me?

Flashback

The door to the bathroom closes behind Felix, and I sip on my tea, blowing at the hot liquid before I do, even though it won't do much. I loved him. A lot. He was good. But now for some reason his eyes have been wander-some. Gazing at the walls as I spoke, absentmindedly pulling back if I reached for him. And I just miss him. I mean sure it was a bit of a distraction from someone else but I'd rather it be him than being taunted by the sweet green-apple-jolly-rancher-eyes I missed.

I know he's next to me and yes we share a bed, share the mundane and everything that seems to be intimate. I miss him in the sense that even though he's next to me, he's not with me. He doesn't draw patterns on my hands like he used to. He doesn't ask questions anymore now that he's moved in. I feel more like a roommate at this point that he gets to sleep with. And I hate it. Where was the guy that I grew to have a crush on that would braid my hair back and knew to put on my favorite band when I wasn't myself? I mean he's probably distracted with work, he has been needing to pick up more shifts at the office.

I'm pulled out of my own thoughts seeing his phone buzz next to me with a number not saved displayed across his screen. Could be work. I believe I've seen the number before when he said it was a work call. I pick up the phone and answer it and just as I'm about to get up to get him and say hi, a voice sounds on the other line.

"When are you coming over handsome? You told her you're going out with friends, right?" Her voice was sweet and seductive. Just knowing she's twirling her hair around her fingers with a glint in her smile. She's the distraction. I can hear it clear as day. The way her voice shines with beams of sunlight, glossy and new. My smile drops, and the little joy I had left in my eyes tunnels. My heart flutters up into my throat and it seems that I was something replaceable to him. What? "You there?"

I realized I had been silent for a little too long so I clear my throat, my gaze becoming daggers thrown to him as the bathroom door opens and he smiles, stalking over to me. "He'll be right over, hun," I hum in his direction, eyes becoming more deadly and seeing nothing but red and a face I want to tear off, yet sounding sweet to her. "In fact... I think he might just need a place to crash." I can hear her breath catch on the other line. "I'll hand you over to him," I pull the phone away from my ear and hand him the phone, crossing my arms over my chest as he raised it to his ear.