Without A Trace >> Dean Winchester

36 | The Greatest Escapist [ Beat It, Elsa ]

As of June 13, 2018
Hi! Kindly reread the chapter before this ( 35 | The Things Unsaid ) before you proceed. I've edited a big part of it and the it changes the whole plot for the future chapters. You might be confused if you don't reread it. That's all, enjoy!

36 | The Great Escapist [ Beat It, Elsa ]

I SHOVE MY HANDS deeper in my jeans pocket, seeking for some warmth from the cold weather. I think the weather hates me because as soon as I had walked a mile or two away from the bunker, it rained. Better than being swarmed with snow banks out of nowhere, or building an ice castle with insane inhuman powers.

Beat it, Elsa.

So I'm now in the middle of a busy, bustling city, wandering around like a lost Dora, except I'm not hanging out with a posh monkey that wears boots.

Just don't tell me a fox is gonna jump out of a Bush, and give me one of its creepy-ass smiles.

I had walked to a park. The atmosphere was calming, and I needed to get my mind out of things. I'm sitting on a bench just by the children's playground.

Thankfully, it had stopped raining.

Dean has oh-so elegantly kicked me out of the bunker in his very own Winchester style. Better than being lead on, thinking that we had a friendship bond. Disappointment, anger, frustration--all these emotions swarm in me and I'm not even sure how I should feel. In fact, I feel nothing now. Empty.

It's noon, and the sun had ended its' game of peek a boo behind the clouds and gave everyone in this city a taste of Its' scorching 35 degrees Celsius rays.

Now that I've mentioned it, I felt like I was being slow cooked like a roast. When has the sun gotten this bright and hot?

I'm breathing, but the air just won't go in. My lungs felt constricted like they were tied to chains.

The panic rises, and a hand flew to my chest, clutching on the leather jacket like my life depended on it. My knees felt wobbly, and I fell to the ground.

"You okay there, girl?"

I barely turn around to see a teenage girl around 18 maybe, staring at me. Shutting my eyes close, i take deep breaths. Finally, my lungs felt more free now. Breathing's still a little ragged, but it's improvement from hyperventilating in the middle of the park.

When I finally regain my comppsure, I took a good look at her. She had piercings all over her lips, nose, and ears. Overall, she gave out those 'punky' vibes and had a tough, badass demeanor to her.

I hadn't even noticed someone was sitting beside me on the bench. I need to work out my enviromental awareness skills.

But I don't feel like talking right now. Currently, my mind is incapable of social interaction.

But I respond to her concern anyway, and give her a thumbs up, laughing nervously as I sat back down, "peachy."

The skepticism in her face was evident, clearly not gonna buy what I was selling "I bet. You look horrible."

"Thanks." I say dryly.

"Is it boy problems?"

I whip my head around to look at her in shock. She witness my near fainting experience and then she asks if I have boy problems?

'I'm not a hopelessly in love teenager!!' Was what I wanted to scream at her face but the emotionless look on her face told me she wasn't joking.

"No! Of course not. What makes you say that?" I stutter, my fingers fumbling together.