polaroids [alexander calvert]

[4] scenes

Karla sat down on the side of the road. She was trying her best to outrun these creatures following her but couldn't stand to kill another human. Those black eyes peered into her soul, making her downright terrified. A black '67 Chevy Impala pulled over to the side of the road. She grew scared. Not another one. She'd left all her kitchen knives when she ran. She was unprotected.

Karla figured she could fight them off until she grew tired but her mind changed when she saw the buff men that climbed out of the car. She tried to claw herself up but couldn't get ahold of something. She finally stood up when the men were about a foot away from her.

"What's your name, kid?" The shorter man said. Karla shook her head, she didn't want to give out random information to the strangers. "We're not gonna hurt you, kid. We wanna help." The shorter man spoke again. Karla rolled her eyes and slung her backpack over her shoulder. Looking like she was about to answer, she printed away from the men. They were saying the same thing the others were.

"Hey!!" A different voice said. She glanced behind her only to be apprehended. Her breath got caught in the back of her throat. There was a knife pointing towards her neck, pressing hard on her throat. The two men slowly came over. The man holding her pressed tighter. "Cas, let her go," The shorter man said. The man called Cas released Karla. She fell to the ground coughing, her hand over her throat where there was some blood dripping out.

"My names Dean, this is my brother Sam, and this is Castiel." Karla looked at them. She examined them each carefully, her brown eyes searching them. "Hey, I'm sorry about that, how about we take you back and we fix it up. You owe me one." Karla rolled her eyes and followed the man back towards the car.

When they reached Baby, Karla was forced to sit in the backseat with Castiel, the man who almost killed her!! "You gotta name?" Dean asked. Karla nodded, staring out the window.

"My name's Karla." She said in a scratchy and rough voice. She continued to stare out the window. Even though it was nearing summer, the air still had a chill to it.

"What're you running from, Karla?" Dean asked again.

"I don't know. These people with black eyes keep coming after me and I have to kill them with freaking butter knives. Are we done with the talking now?" She said aloud. Dean looked in the mirror at her in surprise. They sat in silence the rest of the way. Karla let her mind take over, reminiscing on what happened to her parents.

They were just getting ready for bed. Karla was already asleep, her room dim, music playing lowly, everything was peaceful. Eventually too peaceful. Karla got up to get a glass of water and saw her parents dead, each with a hole through their stomach. Karla grabbed a knife, turned around, and stabbed the person around her that she sensed.  The car pulled to a stop as she was pulled from her thoughts.

"How do I know your not one of them?" Karla asked the taller one, Sam. He seemed less intense though you could tell Dean was a big goofball.

"You don't, but if it's going to work we need to learn to trust each other." Castiel answered. Karla turned back and glared at the blue eyed angel.

"Wasn't asking you, jackass." And she followed Sam inside. She followed him towards the kitchen area. She sat at the table and drummed her fingers against it. Dean sat and did the same.

"Ya hungry?" He asked her. Karla thought for a moment and nodded. Dean got up and went to the kitchen to get her something. Karla, Castiel, and Sam sat in silence.

"So, Karla, what happened? Why are you on the run?" He asked in a high voice. Jared was trying to break her. And it worked. She broke, trying hard not to laugh but doing so. And she snorted. This caused Jared and Misha to mock her and start snorting. She was still laughing.

"That's not funny, Ryan. C'mon. Let's get through this." The director said. Ryan got herself back into character and started where she left off.

"These, um, people killed my parents. And, um, they kept chasing me." She paused, trying to keep her tears in. She bit her lip, holding her breath. On the other side of her, Jared held his breath, his cheeks puffed out. His face was starting to turn a purple color. As soon as he was finished, Jensen walked in with a plate of pie.

Seeing Jared's face, Jensen and Ryan busted up laughing. Ryan fell off her chair to the floor, where she was dying of laughter. The crew yelled cut and there was more laughter and chatter on the set. "Fuck you, Jared Padalecki." Ryan said, laughter still evident in her voice. Jared shot her a look.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Ryan said, as she stood up and was still slightly laughing. She walked over to Alex and sat next to him. "Hey," Alex looked up, a small smile held his face.

"Hi," he responded. By now, they were both trying to hold in laughter. Alex couldn't anymore and he bent over laughing. Ryan, liking to watch him smile, began to laugh too.

Well shit. She was falling in love again.

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I have to rant so you can skip this part...

My friends suck ass. I say one fucking thing to them and they take it the wrong way. Then, they make fun of my hair. Then, one doesn't defend me for comments being made. "It's just a joke" it's not a joke if it applies and makes you feel like shit for the rest of the fucking day.

On another hand, answer fucking texts. If your playing a game on iMessages and you have your read receipts on. Answer it. Don't leave me playing fucking 8ball with you for 2 days because you don't wanna answer the text you already looked at. I'm low key done. The only thing going on for me right now is my sweatshirt game and this account.

Anyways,

Thanks for reading if you did. If you didn't that's fine too. Goodnight