As soon as Sam shut his door, Dean floored it. My lip curled at the scent of burnt rubber, and I rolled my eyes at him. I was tired, pissed, and extremely confused about several things. SO many questions bouncing around in my head, it only put me in a worse mood. I just wanted to yell," I DON'T KNOW!!!" But I still had some self control left. I was mad at how Dean had reacted, and even more pissed at myself. I was tired of all the drama that seemed to follow me around lately. "You wanna explain that, situation, back there to me again Zoey." Dean didn't frame it as a question, but rather as a demand. My frown deepened," I was driving back from ya'lls place when suddenly something was in the middle of the road. I don't remember what it was, exactly." I sighed, and rubbed my still pounding head.
"Anyway, I swerved, and before you say anything, yes I know, I'm an idiot." Number one thing that Bobby taught us about driving. "Don't swerve! For anything." He had often emphasized. We had actually gotten into it, one of us asking,"What if there was a person in the road?" And Bobby had said," Their stupid fault they're in the road to begin with...Better them then you." She smiled at the memory.
Sam cleared his throat, a signal that I'd been silent to long. I sighed again," So I hit a tree and blacked out. Then I woke up in the Salvatore's mansion, and so Stephen offered to take me back to my hotel. So I figured, why not? If he had wanted to kill me, he would have already done so. And on the way there, as you saw, his tire went flat. He then called Damon, his brother, and he had just pulled up when ya'll came over the hill." I huffed. "Salvatore..." Dean muttered. Sam took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. "What? Do you know 'em?" I ask cautiously. If they did know who Damon and Stefan was, then I might be in some big trouble here. "Just heard their name a couple of times is all." Sam said after a moment.
He was hiding something, or rather, the both of them were. If it wasn't Sam's obvious lying, then it was Dean's knowledge of the name. Dean didn't keep just any name with him, usually it was save 'em and go. Only the ones who left a big memory stuck with him, and if he knew Salvatore, it wasn't going to end well. The forest outside zoomed by as Dean went down the road at close to 80 mph. The rest of the trip went on in silence, and I would've asked more about the subject, if I wasn't so tired. It wasn't like I had just beat two people to near death or anything. And obviously I had slept the entire day at the Salvatore's, and that brought up the question, Why hadn't they brought me to the Hospital in the first place? Was it because I healed so fast? Or because they really did just wanna help me out?
My thoughts were interrupted by the Impala coming to a stop, in front of my hotel. Instinctively my hand went for the handgun I always keep on me, but I only jerked it away as my fingers connected with the silver. Sam opened his door, and then reached back in to lower his seat so I could get out. "Thanks." I muttered to him as I crawled out. Sam got back in the car, and gave me an apologetic look. I mouthed,' It's okay.' before Dean put it in reverse and drove off without a word. Obviously I had pissed him off, but at that moment I was extremely tired, and really didn't give a flip.
I unlocked my room's door, and stepped inside. Instinctively locking it behind me, I turn and walk to the single bed. I take off my jacket and shoes, and removing one of my socks, I reach for my silver capped gun. With the reeking cloth covering my hand, I'm strangely reminded of this stupid cartoon I used to watch in the foster system. Of course I didn't have a say in what we got to watch back then, it was always under control of the adults. And they loved the toddlers, and did whatever they wanted. So we had to watch the dumb cartoon with the sock puppets.
Shaking my head my lip curls, I hated that show. I put my gun down on the night stand, and slip my pants off. I crawl into bed, and stare at the digital alarm clock. It's red numbers showing that it was 2 in the morning. I groan and turn the other way, my brain just too tired to fret about the events that had happened that day. And so I was soon alseep, but that didn't mean that I got any real rest that night.
Suddenly I was back in my car, driving down the same road I was last night. Thick fog surrounding everything, making it extremely hard to see. As I round a corner, the smooth leather stearing wheel cool against my palms, a lone figure was standing in the middle of the road. Everything seemed to slow drastically, and I was the only one able to move normally. As I watch myself jerk the wheel to the left, I catch sight of the person's face in the chaos. That short black hair, and those glowing blue eyes. The rather large muscles under the one size to small t-shirt, and the dark blue jeans. It was Derek. Derek Hale. The same person I had been running from for the past two days, was right there. I heard myself yell out a curse, but it was cut short as everything resumed its normal pace, and my car rammed the tree in front of me.
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Destined (SPN/TVD/TW)
Fiksi PenggemarMy mind was sluggish and barely operable. My lips were cracked and my mouth was basically a desert it was so dry. I hadn't slept in over forty hours. In fact, the only thing keeping me awake was a disgusting redbull, coffee, and 5 hour energy concoc...
