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Harder to Breathe - Supernatural - Part 1.
THIRD PERSON
Alexa had known the Winchester family all her life. But she hadn’t seen them in years. She knew that the boys were always busy with their work – the family business – but they could have at least paid her a visit every once in a while. Whenever she tried to contact Dean, he wouldn’t answer. Whenever she tried to contact Sam, he wouldn’t answer. It had been just over four years since she had seen her best friends. The last time she saw them, it was her last day as a high school student and they showed up for her graduation. That day that drove around in the impala, eating junk food and blaring Maroon 5’s Harder to Breathe. It was the only modern song Dean would listen to.
She promised she would never get into hunting, like they were forced into, and she was never going to break that promise. The two Winchester boys had lost almost everyone they were close with because of their job. Even now, after she had lost all hope of ever seeing those boys again, she wouldn’t get into hunting. She knew, deep down, that something would happen and it would kill both of them.
She told herself that she didn’t care if they died, she hated them anyway, but she knew that she would care. It would kill her when those boys died and she didn’t hate them at all, she loved them more than anyone in this world. But no one had to know that. To everyone else, she didn’t even know them. Had never heard the name Winchester in her life.
It was a Friday night and she was sitting in her tracksuit pants and an old band tee that had been Dean’s. She had a bowl of Chinese food and her laptop hooked up to her tv, watching Lord of the Rings on Netflix. She was enjoying her night, she didn’t really have that many friends and she definitely did not want to go out to a club or the party that was going on down the street. She didn’t really drink.
When she had finished her Chinese and the movie’s credits were rolling, she decided it was late enough for her to go to bed and scroll through tumblr for a bit. She shimmied her pants off and climbed into bed with her laptop. She sat in her bed on tumblr for just under an hour before her eyelids were barely staying open. She closed the lid of her laptop and placed it on the bed-side table next to her.
She awoke to a consistent knocking on her door. She grunted in annoyance, not bothering to put pants on (the shirt was long enough), but sliding her ugg boots on. She had her phone clutched in one hand as she walked towards the door. She looked through the peep hole and saw the two Winchester boys, looking antsy and the oldest one holding his gun.
She sighed, her forehead falling onto the door. She looked out again and saw Sam about to pick her lock. “Sam Winchester, if you pick that lock, I swear to God…” and he stopped. She unlocked the door and pulled it open. They both walked in, Dean first and Sam following. “Why are you even here?” Alex snapped, too tired to handle with these boys this early.
“Well, hello to you too, Alexa,” Dean replied, sarcastic.
“It’s Alex now. And you have no right to just walk in here after four years without anything and expect me to be okay with it!” She hissed. “Listen, I’m going back to bed. I’ll deal with you two in the morning. Make yourself at home.”
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When Alex woke up that morning, she got out of bed, like it was a normal morning. She didn’t put her pants on, just her uggs and walked into the kitchen to make herself a coffee. When she opened her door, she froze. And everything came flooding back to her.
Sam and Dean showed up. And now they were both asleep in her lounge room. Sam was sprawled out on the lounge that was too short for him. While Dean was cramped up on an arm chair that had belonged to her parents.
The only reason Sam and Dean would show up after all this time, is trouble. They wouldn’t have shown up to catch up. Something was happening to them, or to the town, or both. Alex continued going to the kitchen and making coffee, not caring if she woke them up. As soon as she started to kettle, both Dean and Sam startled awake. “Good morning,” she said, monotone. She saw that Dean slept with his gun in his hand.