Please note: If you follow the Twiter RP, the story is far ahead and may not even be played out this way.
** If I get a few good reviews, I'll continue the story. It will first go backwards, explaining how it got to where it is now before continuing forward. **
Aurora sat up in the middle of the night, woken by the sounds of sirens passing. She stood and walked to the window, peering through the cheap blinds with Dean's white button-down hanging open around her lingerie-clad body. She sighed and grabbed an empty glass and filled it with water from the sink.
Bonnie and Clyde of the 21st century...
She was amazed that no one had recognized her when checked into this cheap motel. She swirled the water around the glass before pouring the water down the drain without drinking any and walks over to the mini bar. She pours a random mix of drinks into the glass. She picked up the disposable cell phone that lay on the bedside table and sat on the bed, downing the glass.
One call.
One call and then she had to leave immediately.
That's all they needed a few seconds of a phone call to track her.
She flipped open the phone and set down the glass. They couldn't even stay together anymore. If one of them got caught, it was better they stay separate. They didn't want to bring each other down. They communicated with short rendezvouses, notes, and thirty second phone calls. She pulled the collar of the shirt to her nose, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne that still lingered. She lied back on the bed, staring at the phone.
She got up once again, getting dressed and packing all of her important possessions. She stopped to look in the mirror. Even in the dim amount of moonlight slipping through the blinds, she could see the lines on her face. Every time she looked they had become clearer and more defined. She didn't look like the young girl she was not too long ago. She had become so tired of it all.
She picked up the phone again. This time she dialed a number, her bag in hand. She held the phone to her ear. The phone stopped ringing and she took in a breath. "Miss you, love you. I'm going to the next place." And, with that, she hung up. She dropped the phone into the trash. She tossed her bag out the window and climbed out herself. She picked up the bag and started off in the dark.
Suddenly, a light flashes on her and she has the squint. "Hands up! Drop the bag!" She does as she's told as her eyes begin to focus. She reaches for her gun and multiple gun shots go off. As everything begins to fade to black...
She sits straight up in bed, trying to catch her breath and looking over at the man lying next to her. He opens an eye, muttering, "You alright, babe?" She nods, frowning slightly at the realization that it was not Dean lying next to her. Dean left long ago. She sighed. "Just a dream." She got up and got a glass of water. If that dream told her anything, she knew what it was.
She missed Dean.