Mercy ▷ DEAN WINCHESTER

FOURTEEN

IF THERE WAS ONE THING THAT VIOLET HATED more than anything, it was confrontation.

After her conversation with Sam, the blonde had spent an endless amount of time practising a speech on how to win Dean back. She didn't even know why she was trying to win him back — he wasn't hers to begin with.

They weren't a couple and by the looks of things, they never would be.

It was the middle of the night when Violet decided to call it quits. As much as she hoped that she'd be forgiven, deep down, she knew that it was never going to happen.

And so she left.

Violet didn't have a clue where she was going. She didn't really have anyone to go to. Jackson was technically dead, Ellen was dead and so was Jo.

Everyone that could help her at present was dead.

She felt bad for leaving. Well and truly, she did. But Violet needed time to herself. She needed to figure things out and clear her head. Running away probably wasn't the best way to solve her problems, but at that moment, Violet didn't care.

She no longer had access to her car as it was back at The Roadhouse, so she'd borrowed one of Bobby's old ones from the yard. She hoped that he wouldn't be too angry, but she didn't know what to expect from the old man.

Despite being exhausted and emotionally drained, Violet drove all the way down to Nebraska. Surprisingly, it didn't take as long as she thought — it was only a four hour drive, but that was including a couple of rest and coffee breaks.

After finding her car at The Roadhouse and switching from Bobby's old tin can of a car, Violet was off again.

The blonde made her way to a quiet motel a few miles away from The Roadhouse and made herself comfortable. She didn't have to drive all the way to Nebraska but she knew the area well and she liked it. Plus, she wanted to drive her own car rather than Bobby's.

It wasn't too long afterwards when Violet found herself drifting off to sleep.

Daylight began to sweep through the rusty blinds of the room and Violet squinted as she tried to shy away from the harsh sunlight. With her head hidden under the duvet and her eyes squeezed shut, all that could be heard was the soft rising and falling of Violet's chest — and the vibrations coming from her phone.

Violet tried as hard as she could to ignore the constant phone calls but in the end it was too much for the blonde. She angrily sat up and let out a huff as she reached for the phone.

She wasn't angry with the person who was calling as she had no idea who it was. The blonde was angry about the fact that the constant ringing had woken her up from the best nap she'd had in a very long while.

For a moment, she'd completely forgotten that she was in the motel. The moment that she saw Sam's name flashing on her phone screen, Violet frowned.

After debating on what to do, the blonde let out a deep breath and declined the call before setting her phone aside.

She knew that Sam would be furious with her for leaving. Bobby might be concerned, maybe not. As for Dean, she had no clue what he'd be thinking.