The Moonlight cab

Part 11

It couldn't be the bunker though. I haven't thought of that place since them dying, all my things were there, I smiled lightly remembering all the old memories. especially when Dean was sliding down the hallway singing "Eye of the Tiger" then bumping into a table or something and loudly cursing. I miss the boys but why would the cab bring me here? I'm not a woman of letters, am I?

Whatever it's not like I knew for sure yet since the ride from Ohio to Kansas is ... 16 hours almost 17 without taking a break, and how long was I in this car already? 10 of those hours? I missed the smell of the old place, the sound of the crisp paper, Deans homemade burgers, the hot showers, the comfy beds, and the old records that I would listen with the boys sometimes dancing with Dean. I wish I could see them one last time, and maybe kick their asses.  I missed the bunker, I did. But it didn't feel right going back there. I have to do this, I thought to why self while I looked out the window.  Out of the three of us, I was always the strongest. I kept everything locked up inside and let it out when I was alone, sometimes that's why there are scars on my wrists, Yet I managed to stop. Which made me the strongest out of all of us. I made sure Sam and Dean knew that, But this was different. I felt like I was drifting away from the world, They were my anchors, the only things that would stop the scars on my wrists to start overlapping each other again. It was like Crowley had sucked my soul out and just left me there helpless with a blade, and the only part of my soul that he left was the sad side. The one that would just give up. This time I couldn't give up, I couldn't  give in. I was finally dropped off at the bunker, I dropped my bags and just stood there looking at the old door.  I would never be ready to go back in there, I knew that the only way I'd get myself to go in there was to push myself, no force myself and boy had I not forced myself to do anything for so long. I finally mustered up the courage and grabbed my bag. I made my way into the place I had once called home. I could just see Sam sitting at the library table doing research while Dean bothered him. The times Dean would wrap his arms around me after a hunt and tell me everything would be ok. I didn't want to let them go. I wouldn't.

   I made my way through the lifeless bunker. Once a place of enjoyment now left barren and cold. I made my way down the hall. I immediately found Dean's room. A place that had always been a safe haven. Everything was still in place as if no time had gone by. Even the small gun still under the pillow. I decided to stay for the night. I first called Ali and told her to be here by morning. I then went to the dresser and grabbed one of Dean's old Zeppelin shirts. Undressing I pulled the all too familiar fabric over my body. Crawling into Dean's bed I quickly fell asleep the memories of the countless times we cuddled dancing in my head. Oh, what a cruel world it was. I heard a noise in the distance, the cab left a while ago and no one else could get in the bunker so I grabbed one of my guns and ran to put the bunker on lockdown. I slowly made my way there and flipped the switch. Raising my gun I began to search. Who or what was in here wasn't getting out. The more I searched the more exhausted I become. My legs begin to feel numb. The scars on my wrist sting. I try my best to keep focus as I skillfully scan the halls. My heart beat faster with every step. All kinds of thoughts were running through my mind. Was it them? This moment brought me back to a memory I'm not so fond of.

Flash Back
The red lights of the lockdown glow dimly in the hall. How could we have been so stupid? We wanted him back so badly we didn't realize with each step he was becoming more human. I turned at a noise only to be grabbed by my neck. Pushed against the wall by my throat the man I love stood before me. His emerald irises bared into my soul. Then his eyes filled with black this wasn't Dean, it couldn't be. That's when the black spots began to fill my vision. That's when everything went dark.
end of flashback

   Sweat poured down my forehead just at the thought of it. I gingerly touched my neck. I was afraid. More than afraid I was terrified. I wished Ali was here. She would know what to do. I found my self in the kitchen. Nothing. Someone was here, I just had to find them. My gun in front of me I exited the kitchen. But I noticed something. A certain scent filled the air. One I haven't smelled in a while. The familiar musk of leather, cinnamon and wood smoke filled the air. I basked in the scent not wanting to let it go. But like all good things it began to fade. I then began to continue on. Grabbing a flask of holy water that was on a table I made my way towards the dungeon. I was shaking with fear. I only knew one thing. I was alone. Sam and Dean weren't around to save me anymore. The cold draft of the bunker caused goosebumps on my exposed skin. Stepping into the dungeon area I didn't realize until I was followed by a voice sound behind me. " Mel?" I turned around to see...

I know cliffhanger! I'm helping out my best friend and Wayward Sis Liya! I'm Ali or wayward_daughter106 I guess I'm sorta the co-writer. So yeah! I'm excited and please follow her and me! By the way, she is helping write my story called Falling For You! It's a Jensen fanfic so yeah go check it out!