❝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}
The only sound coming from my small two bed apartment was that of the classic hits I had playing through the small second-hand speakers, and the sound of feet shuffling mixed with that horrible tearing noise that packing tape make as you pull it away from the roll. I was finishing off the last of the boxes when I got a phone call from an unknown number, so I left it.
If it was important someone would leave a message, right?
Clearly not, because after a couple minutes it rang again displaying the same unknown number ID.
Leaving it to ring out, I slowly turned the dial up on the speakers and went back to packing to move on to the next chapter.
After a couple hours and the sun finally setting in an array of peaches and pinks, I sat on the kitchen bench for what would be for the last time ever, with coffee in my hand and my phone on the other side of my on the bench. As I took another sip of the coffee which was being contained in a throw away mug, a buzz radiated from the bench followed by my ring tone, again. Giving up on not answering unknown numbers, I picked it up and answered.
"Kat speaking, who is this?"
"Finally!" The voice on the other end said, husk and deep. "Why didn't you answer the first hundred times I called?" They continued.
"Again, who is this." I said, beginning to become annoyed.
"Kid, it's Dean."
Instant regret hit me for not answering sooner, chewed on the inside of my cheek as the call turned to an awkward small talk conversation between the pair of us before the boy finally got to the point of why he'd called me.
"We're in Hibbing, Minnesota, and I need your help." Those words passed my ears and yet his sentence didn't make sense.
I wet my lips, with the tip of my tongue, as I was letting i sink in for a second before I continued with my question, "What do you mean I need your help. Aren't you both there?" I asked as I could feel the confused look turn on my features.
Silence again, you could almost hear Dean picking his words wisely as the cogs turned in his mind.
"Dean, just say it already." I snapped.
"It's got Sam."
That's all it took for my butt slide from the bench and dump my coffee, "I'm on my way." I said, as I collected my remaining unpacked items that I saw a need before I was interrupted from the other end of the call.
"You'll get killed out here kid, just stay there." He started, before we were both talking over the top of each other to try and make our points.
With the ten minute argument over I told Dean I'd stay put. However, It wasn't going to happen and I started my twenty hour plus trip to Minnesota.
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