Trying to Escape the Hunt

Shake his fucking hand

Five days, that's how long both Dad and Dean have been in the apartment. After Gideon left, Dad and I got into it. It got to the point where Dean had to physically stand in between us to keep me from decking him. I'm surprised that none of my neighbors called the police from all the yelling.

I hadn't had any nightmares, then again that could to be due to the fact that my daughter hadn't been sleeping for more then two hours at a time.

Apparently, dad wasn't okay with anyone moving in on his job of being the 'father', it was the same fight that he had with Bobby all those years ago. I wasn't having it though, Gideon didn't do anything wrong and Dad wasn't going to make it out like he did. Since then, Dad came and left as he pleased, most of the time he came home drunk and would leave before I woke up. That I was thankful for, even just smelling the alcohol made me uneasy.

Dean on the other hand never left. I'm pretty sure it had more to do with the fact that he was worried that I wouldn't be there when he got back. Him and I didn't really talk though. I mostly tended to my daughter and actively avoided my father. He also cleaned up Dad's beer before I woke up.

But dad didn't leave this morning. I could hear him and Dean talking in the living room and the last thing I wanted to do was go out there. So, I didn't.

I turned my back to the door and watched the sunlight bounce off the wall, trying to get at least a little sleep before I really needed to get up. Aella was still sleeping and I didn't plan on waking her up anytime soon.

The voices in the living room cut off and there was a nice silence for  several moments before I heard the door open. I couldn't tell if it was Dad or Dean until they sat down on the bed and I could smell the cologne. Dean cleared his throat.

"I know you're awake." He said lowly. "Dad's still here."

"I heard." I rolled over and looked up at him.

"Would it kill you to wear actual clothes to bed?" He wrinkled his nose at the bra I was wearing, I rolled my eyes and pulled the blanket up. "I mean seriously."

"Get over it, it's really not that bad. I've already worn all of Spencer's shirts. I need to do some laundry." I pulled the blanket up anyway, sighing as I glanced over to the alarm clock on the bedside table. "The fuck is he doing being awake at 7 o'clock?" I plopped my head back down on the pillow, pinching the bridge of my nose. "The only time I remember him be up this early was when he was coming back from burning some poor bastard's grave. That or he was stumbling home from some bar."

"Yeah.... the second one." I sighed again. "He wants to speak to you." I scoffed.

"You mean yell at me."

"Addison, you're being ridiculous. Dad's pissed because you took off and replaced him-"

"I didn't replace him."

"Sure, looks like you did." He let out a dry laugh. "You can't just hide out in here and wait for him to go away. You messed up and you need to deal with the consequences." I huffed, sitting up quickly.

"I get that, and I'm not hiding. I'm trying to avoid the fucking beer and dealing with our drunk father. Do you have any idea how long it's taken me to cut all of that from my life? How long its taken me to find other ways to cope with my problems that didn't involve me doing stupid shit?"

"You're being dramatic."

"Dramatic?" I looked at his face of disbelief. "I...Its to early for this." I shook my head and looked at the blankets around my legs. Doing my best to keep my emotions under control. "You...you just don't understand and you're never going to understand." I shoved my fingers though my hair. "Get out of my room, I'm taking a shower."