Stories For My Friends To Read

14: JW & TWD

Jackie made her way through the gates with Salem after a run, the moon light shining down on her blood covered shoulders. The only reason the guards could see her was due to the outline of her body. It was late, so no one was outside. The town was silent like it usually was when she came back from hunts. She walked into her house to see a medium sized group of people in the main rooms.

"Who are you?" A man asked her. "I live here. Who the Hell are you?" "I'm Rick. Deanna didn't tell us anyone lived here." "Yeah. I live down in the basement but I come up every so often." "What's your name?" A boy in a hat asked her. "None of your business. I need to do something that doesn't include me talking to you. I'm going to speak with Deanna in the morning. If I find out you touched anything, I'll kill you on the spot." She told them, wiping some semi-fresh blood from her lip on the back of her hand before walking down to the basement. "Keep an eye on them, please." Jackie told Salem, earning a nod from her black cat.

Salem climbed up the stairs and opened the door just enough to get through, shutting and locking it behind him. Jackie walked into her bathroom, peeling off her clothes and discarding them in the dirty hamper. She turned on the shower to as hot as it could go. She washed her hair as the mirror fogged up due to steam. She scrubbed off the blood and dirt from the previous week. The bathroom filled too the brim with the familiar scent of Lavender soap.

"Hey, Jackie, do you need any more soap? Sammy and I are heading out to the store."

She gently rubbed the dried blood from her face with her palms.

"Sunny! We've got your soap! We've got a surprise for you!"

Jackie shut off the shower and dried herself lightly.

"What've you got me this time?!"
Her voice rang out from the bathroom.

She squeezed the water from her long hair.

"Come see for yourself!"

She wrapped her yellow towel around her body and stepped out of the shower.

"A new Walkman?! You guys are the best!"

She swiped her hand across the foggy mirror, allowing her to see her own face clearly.

"Damn right we are!"

Jackie stared at her eyes for a moment, trying to remember when her eyes were crystal.

Their laughter filled the air like they usually did when the three Winchester siblings were together.

She shoved the memory out of her head after she noticed a tear escape. She turned on her heel, exiting the bathroom and walking into her bedroom.

She pulled on a pair of white plaid pj shorts and a black AC/DC shirt over her underwear. She made her way to the turn table in the far corner of her bedroom, putting on a classic Elvis vinyl.

"Elvis? I can dig Elvis."

She tucked a small section of her quickly drying hair behind her ear as she picked up her bedroom, "Can't Help Falling In Love" playing throughout her room.

"Take care of it for me, okay?"

Jackie used a wet wipe clean off the dirt on Dean's old brown leather jacket that had been their father's before it was his. The record stopped just as she finished cleaning. She slid the jacket on, a sense of home washing over her as she was engulfed by the jackets familiar warmth. She slipped under the covers to her bed, turning off the light. The sound of her brother humming Metallica filled her ears like it did every night. Hers eyes began to flutter closed.

"Goodnight Sunflower."

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She was dancing drunk in a club again. It was her own way of coping with the death of her boyfriend and her best friend's disappearance. Her sister had been looking for her all night, not finding her until nearly two in the morning in a jail cell. The blonde normally got in bar fights, resulting in the bluenette bailing her out almost every night.

He drove to the store again, trying to convince himself that she was the one for him, but it didn't feel quite right to him still. He longed for someone else who he couldn't find for she was tracking a heart broken blonde.

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Jackie woke up, remembering the dream she had to every last detail. It was always one of her brother and her best friends. She shoved off the covers and reluctantly climbed out of bed. She quickly did her morning routine before deciding what to wear. She put on worn out jeans, a plain white tank top, a light blue plaid flannel, Dean's leather jacket, and brown combat boots. She brushed her long blonde hair and tied it up into a messy ponytail. She put her weapons in their designated places and walked up stairs to the main house.

She grabbed a green apple and a large container of sunflower butter before making her way to the roof to watch the sunrise.

"Good morning."

"Good morning, what do we have today?" He groaned.

"Nothing."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"What're you doing up so early?"

"Watching the sunrise."

"Why?"

"You're the one who decided to park on a cliff to spend the night instead of a hotel."

"Another nightmare?" He questioned.

She ignored what he'd asked.

"You're right, this is beautiful."

They watched the sunrise together every time they could after that morning in 2005.