❝Strange, I thought, how you can be living your dreams and your nightmares at the very same time.❞
{Started: September 2k17}
{Discontinued}
{AU; kinda/Back to slow updates.}
{cover: obliviates}
I was in the middle of my Monday lectures when a vibration radiated through me leg from the small blackberry phone, that was sitting in the pocket of my blue washed jeans. My eyes scanned the room before awkwardly wriggling the device out from its habitat and onto the small desk that was connected to the chairs that were provided. I glanced at the screen that displayed a well-known number.
10:00am Guess who just got the E-mail.
10:01am Nooo way!
10:02am I'll be seeing you next semester.
I smiled down at my phone as the last text went through which must have caught the attention of the lecture as she had given me a word or two on how if I was going to be sitting on my device, there was no place in her class to do so; which cause me to apologize and sink into the cotton covered chair I was seated in.
I had known Sam Winchester since I was in junior high as this scrawny child that had popped up out of nowhere and didn't give much of an introduction on who he was on his first day. Just like the day he had appeared from nowhere, just the same he disappeared.
It wasn't till middle school when contact was made again.
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It was finally the end of the class and I was making my way to the apartments I lived in currently; off campus, when a car had caught my eye. I stopped in my tracks and just stared at the passing vehicle trying to recall why I'd know it.
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Not a clue
Adjusting my khaki green satchel and jacket I took one final glance in its moving direction and made my way back on path to the apartment.
Finally, my feet hit the edge of the pavement that started the boundary line to the apartment.
Slipping my hands into the pockets of my jacket, shuffling a couple of loose gum wrappers around my pockets before it turned up empty for what I desired; my apartment keys. I stopped at the door, picking up my satchel by the flap of the bag and shook it, which was followed by the sound of muffled keys clinking at the bottom of it.
Should have checked there first.
I made my way through the old rickety door and chucked my keys into the wooden bowl that was placed on the table just inside the main entrance. This was followed by the squeak of the rubber on the bottom of my boots against the floor boards. After taking my boots off, leaving my socks on I made my way across the beige lounge rooms which held a small couch, a TV, and a gaming console with textbooks here and there, into the lemon-yellow kitchen.
The kitchen being my destination, where I dropped my satchel off and put the jug on to make coffee. A daily ritual for after classes and an evening of studying ahead.
It wasn't long till there was a soft squeak coming from the floorboards that came from the main room. Out of instinct my hand dived for the closest form off defense, which was a knife that was sitting beside the sink in the drying rack, from there it went to my side.
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I dashed across the room, pushing my back up against the wall; knife still at my side, in wait.
Another squeak, this time closer.
That's when a tall bulky figure crossed the threshold to the kitchen and my arm went out, hoping, and praying for some form of contact between them and the knife. But it never made contact, they'd caught my wrist before the knife could make it.
I was a deer in the headlights, causing the figure to chuckle.
A chuckle I knew, a friendly chuckle.
My blue eyes dashed up to meet a pair of green ones.
"Hey, Kat." He finally spoke, dimples forming at the corner of his lips.
"Jesus Christ, Samuel!" I huffed, earning another chuckle as his grip loosened on my wrist. "I could have killed you!" My small voice exaggerated.
"Yet, you didn't" He smirked as I placed the sharp object down.
February 18th, 2000
Sam and I were down by the river that was a couple blocks down from the apartment block we were both currently inhabiting, while the midday sun was still out and the trees provided enough shade to sit under and read.
I had my head currently stuck in a book while half listening to Sam talk about his father and how he was given a choice to make; personally, I've made that choice too. So, I was probably the only one that truly understood his problem.
"I haven't even started yet." The green-eyed puppy stared down at me with his feet half in the water.
My eyes lifted from the page, staring over his muscular figure. He was much rawer boned as a kid. "And? You've chosen school?" I asked, giving him the chance to ramble more, it was his way of dealing with certain things.
"But they're family." He exclaimed eyes still on my small figure, I nodded my reply and reassured him that I was here if he needed me before I was cut off by the younger Winchester mimicking me in possibly the worst girl voice I've ever witnessed. "I was in your position not too long ago, Winchester." He smiled, causing us both to laugh once he was done.
After a long wait in silence it was Sam who finally spoke.
"Kat, Thank you." He whispered, his voice being taken away by the soft breeze that had started to blow.
