Winchestered

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This is how a imagine Trisha to be, of course you can imagine her just as you like! As yourself even! But it's just an observation because you guys have asked me how I think she's look like. 

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The rain was falling from the sky but she was smiling. Her eyes were puffy and red but her voice was clear.

"Are you going to invite me in or do I have to apologies first?" She laugh.

"You know when I think about it-"

She raised an eyebrow in annoyance.

"Kidding. Come inside" I made way for her to walk in, she tucked a little peace of hair behind her ear and I saw a red mark on her cheek and her shoulder. I decided not to ask. I won't ruin this moment because this is the first time in a while that she has actually smiled at me.

Kevin basically jumps onto her and I laugh for myself.

"I've missed you" He says when they let go of the hug.

"You too" Trisha smiles at him, she tooks a quick look around and slowly breathes in and breathes out.

"What happened to you cheek?" Kevin asked. Yes! I mentally thank Kevin for asking what I have been wondering for the past 10 minutes.

Trisha touches her cheek with her finger tips and when she pulls back to look at the blood on them,  she stands still for a second almost horrified.

"I must have accidentally cut myself" She lies. I know that look. because that's the same one I have whenever I lie.

Kevin nods and walks down the stairs to the lobby. Trisha sighs again and slowly, step by step walks down the stairs. She looks around the room. Me and Kevin fixed everything that Trisha trashed and believe me the glass bits was a hell of a bitch to clean up.

She never made her way to where Cameron died, she didn't even look at it. The spot had a few black stains on it that I don't remember ever getting there.

"What have you been doing since you left?" Kevin asked.

"Not much." She paused. "I've been hunting a little"

Trishas POV"

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My definition of a little is maybe not exactly a little for them. 

"Really?" Kevin seems surprised.

Dean wasn't talking, was just studying me and my every move.

"What about you two?" I sat down in a chair and leaned back.

"Horrible" Kevin sighs. "We were visited by a not so nice witch, having no freaking idea how to get Metatron out of his hiding place and Sam just disappearing out of the blue"

"Dean?" I asked. I don't like this silent and I want it to end.

He doesn't answer for a short while, probably surprised that I willingly asked how he was.

"Good, I guess. I mean except for all the thing Kevin said" He gave a quick smile then took a thick book and started reading.

"You're not actually going to read that?" I laugh.

"Yeah, I am, Sam isn't here. I need a new nerd and for the mean while until I find one, I have to be the nerd." He looks back at the book and sighs.