Supernatural - S1 and S2
"Hey this is Meredith. I can't come to the phone right now. If you need help, you can call Dean at 765-555-0127. He's one of the best."
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It was September when Meredith had made the decision to leave her family, to pursue her own interests, as Sam had done just a month before. On the couches in the living room slept her dad and Dean, their silhouettes made visible by the moonlight that shone through the windows.
Meredith adjusted the strap of her duffel bag, which hung from her shoulder. Keeping nearly silent, Meredith took a deep breath, keeping the gnawing in her chest at bay.
"Where are you going, Meredith?" John asked with a hushed volume from where he laid. He had been awake for a little over an hour, and made the decision to let his daughter do what she wanted. Meredith was 18, and it was best not to fight with another one of his kids.
The girl froze where she stood, feeling her heart drop. "Away."
"College?"
"No." Meredith answered. She placed a folded piece of paper down on a nearby surface in the living room. "I don't want this life anymore."
"Fine. Suit yourself." John grumbled, not bothering to move from his position. "But it's a dangerous world out there, you better know your stuff."
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A few days had passed since the Winchesters had parted ways with the drowning heat of Texas, leaving behind the men who called themselves professional ghost hunters, and the urban legend of Mordechai. Hopefully burning down the house would be enough, and they wouldn't have to return. The hunt made them wonder, what else existed just because someone believed in it? What else could exist? It must've been a torturous existence, do not be able to live on your own free will, to change your entire being in the blink of an eye.
It was significantly cooler in Wisconsin, though still warm. It was June after all. Their dad had sent them there, via a text to Meredith with coordinates. A test, she was sure. Meredith hugged her cardigan, keeping it wrapped around her torso as she leaned back against the Impala. They were parked on the side of a town road, across from Glasgow's Lunch, which Dean had gone into for coffee. A troubled expression was written across her face, and her focus was on a rather empty playground near where she and Sam stood. It was a reminder of what could've been, what would've been. There was something wrong with the scene as well. It was quiet. Too quiet.
Dean joined the twins at the Impala and handed them their coffees. He spoke as he did so. "Well, the waitress thinks the local freemasons are up to something sneaky but other than that no one's heard about anything freaky going on." Dean informed the twins of his finding, turning to walk to the driver's side of the car. He stopped in front of the car, processing the shared expressions of the twins, and turned his head. "What?"
"Dean you got the time?" Sam asked, an uneasy feeling in his gut.
Dean took a glance at his watch. "Ten after four. Why?"
