So-li-va-gant ~Latin
Someone who wanders or travels the world alone; a solitary adventurer.
Following seasons 1-3 of Supernatural.
Book One of the Solivagant series.
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"Sam wasn't born evil Dean! He's a human being who makes his own choices and was guided his whole life by you- not your father."
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"Get up! Now!" Snapping my hand from under my pillow I flick the safety off just as Dean ducks the gun. Squinting the sleep from my eyes I sleepily turn it back on when Dean snaps harshly "You almost took my freakin head off!"
"You should know better", I sleepily mutter whilst Dean curses up a storm. Sleeping is a time when you're left most vulnerable to an attack. Considering our line of work vendetta's get held and if something was to come in the middle of the night I want to be prepared. Glancing over to the flood of light entering my motel room, I skeptically ask Dean whilst he erratically paces "Did you kick the door off the hinges?"
Pausing Dean's hard gaze blares down on me with the rays of a thousand suns. Jutting his hand towards the ajar door swinging on a single dingy hinge, Dean insincerely growls "No Eleanor. The door just fell that way." Raising my eyebrow at the thick cynicism I slide the gun on the nightstand when Dean runs his hands over his face "Sam's missing."
"Missing?" I carefully repeat sitting up on my bed. From the way Dean's staring at me I know he's dead serious. He jokes about many things but Sam? That's never a joke- not to Dean. Dropping one leg out of bed, I tell Dean warily "You sure he's not just gone out to get food-"
"Eleanor he's gone!" Dean snaps again at me, frantically waving his hand "Do I need to smack you with a dictionary? Gone is gone!" Sitting on the edge of my bed I wipe the sleep from my eyes as Dean pleads "I need you to do something El- we've got to find him-"
"I know I know", I wave Dean's words away, standing and snatching some clothes from my duffle "Go fetch Sam's laptop."
"Where are you going?"
Spinning around, I throw up my handful of clothes with a dumbfounded look "If we're going to hunt Sam down I can't exactly do it in black joggers and a Ghostbusters shirt can I?" Whether it be because I'm right or because Dean's mind is elsewhere he turns and darts from the room without another comment.
