What do I do? What do I do? Whatdoido?
I stared out the window, watching as he looked into every window. Searching for something and I moved back a few feet, getting out of his vision. He finished checking and laughed to himself and made his way down the street.
I took deep breaths. Who did I even tell about this? The police? I made my way into my dads room and opened my mouth to speak but closed it quickly, realizing he was there. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Where could he even be? I glanced at his digital alarm clock as the the numbers 3:27 displayed on the screen.
"Dad?" I called flipping on the lights and calling his name throughout the house. I checked the kitchen. On the counter there was a ripped piece reading:
'Leigh,
Be back soon.
Ran some errands.
Dad. '
Great.
I ran around the house frantically checking to make sure all the doors were locked. Fortunately they were as I mad my way up to my room and sitting on my bed.
Who do I even call?
My eyes lit up as I dug through my dirty laundry for the jeans I had been wearing earlier. I luckily found them and pulled out the business card Ross had given me. Sitting on the bed I ran through my options. Call or not call? I bit my lip and thought. Maybe I just imagined it. I mean I just had that vivid dream and I had those sleeping pills. Yep. I was definitely dreaming.
The next day I had woken up late, my dad let me stay home that day and I was honestly really happy with that. I didn't feel like being bombarded with questions immediately after the whole ordeal. My dad had locked himself in his room and it didn't bother me. He needed to cope with this how ever he wanted to and I wasn't going to judge him.
I worked on my homework in front of the TV so I wouldn't be behind when I went back tomorrow. It was very soon but I hated running away from my problems. It made me feel weak. And I hated feeling anything near weak. I spent the rest of the day relaxing and watching movies and checked the news. My mom was the one the screen.
She was young, 39 years old to be precise. With her dark Curley hair and brown eyes she looked like a good person and she honestly was. I didn't bother hearing the story so I flipped the tv off and through the remote somewhere on the couch where it landed with a thud. I groaned and pushed my self up off the couch and looked all through the kitchen.
Nothing.
We had no food at all. I double checked and rolled my eyes before climbing up the stairs to my parents room. I knocked lightly where a soft "come in" was barely audible. Pushing open the door I saw my father sitting at the end of the bed staring off into space.
"We're out of food." I said lightly and carefully." He didn't look at me but shifted his position and sighed sadly.
"My credit cards on the counter." My shoulders slumped down as he said. I put a slight smile and nodded before heading out. I pulled my jacket tighter around my self as I made my way to CUB foods. I enjoyed walking but the fall air made it not the walk I had in mind.
I noticed the diner as I was about 20 paces ahead of it and decided to get a hot chocolate. I ducked inside before going to the end of the line that only had about 4 other people in it. I ran my fingers through my hair and looked up at the menu.
New!! White cocoa hot cocoa!!
Sounded good enough and I always good to try new things I thought to myself. The door opened, letting a little chime of a bell inform everyone there were new guests to be served. The people walked in arguing in hushed voices.
I try's not to eavesdrop when I recognized the voices. The two agents from the day before were behind me.
"Look dean," Ross said, " she could be in danger and we should let her know that." I kept my eyes forward so they didn't see my face, not like they would remember me anyway. Marks scoffed.
"We don't need to. We get in, kill it, then get out." I went up another step as I was now next in line.
"You heard her before Sam. She wants a normal life. She hates the books, how would you feel if it all came true?"
What?
"She needs to know what's going on with her mother and we have to help her be proven innocent." they began speaking louder, their argument getting more heated and heated by the second.
What the hell? Where they talking abo-
"And what can I get you?" The man at the counter asked. Startled, I took a step forward, ordered, paid, and went to the other end of the counter to get my drink. Keeping my back turned I waited. They handed it to me and I walked around the corner. Ross and mark talked but I couldn't make out what they were saying till they passed me and sat in one of the extremely tall booths that miraculously let sound travel to the other booths.
"We need to find the demon that did this." It was marks's voice that said this as they continued there conversation back and forth.
"Dean. We need to help her."
"No. We don't. She doesn't need to be dragged into all of this."
"She's our sister. We need to help her. she deserves to know."
"Sam were not even 100% sure. We need to find cas."
"Has he answered at all?" Ross sighed.
"Nope not at all. Not eve-" one of their phones started to ring and Marks answered. "Hello?" He paused, "hey bobby. Mmhmm. Yea well we have absolutely nothing. Ok we'll be there soon."
They both got up and left, leaving me with a million questions.
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Omg I'm sorry it so short
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