PLEASE READ AUTHOR'S NOTE
A/N: I am so sorry. I know I haven't updated in months. I was at my dads house and not aloud to bring my laptop. When got there I was gonna update, but it turns out I cant update from my crappy phone.
I would like to address something. I love reviews. They make my inner unicorn purr. What I don't like is bullies and mean people reviewing, I.E. hate mail. I got a PM saying 'You right like a little girl. I would like to inform whoever the fudge they are that I am 12 fricking years old, and a female. Their profile said they were in their late twenties. And male.
I got hate mail from a middle aged man who reads fanfiction.
Now, on with the story.
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Once they got out of the car, Dean starts assigning everyone tasks. "Alright, Sammy, you go get beer. Addison, you get whatever you need to make me pie. And dinner. What 'cha making for dinner?"
Adeline was going to make spaghetti, but she felt the need to let her brother suffer.
"Vegetables." she drolled, dripping with sarcasm.
Rolling his eyes, Dean dispersed them to their tasks and Addison got all of her ingredients. She was heading down the baking aisle when she crashed into a tall man with a fedora.
"Apologies, Sir." Adeline mumbles, not liking strangers. Especially men. They reminded her of her father, and how he-
No, Adeline. She mentally chastised herself. You will not go down that road.
"No problem. I'm Toby." The man replies, holding out his hand, seemingly bemused at her shyness.
"Adeline" She states, eyeing his outstretched hand distastefully.
Then Dean walks into the aisle. "Hey Addy, hurry up me and Sammy are ready to-"
Whatever he was going to say was cut off by a loud gunshot.
Flashing back to their training , both Adeline and Dean grab their previously concealed guns from their boot or jacket, and spun around in perfect unison.
"Adeline, you take the fat fucker on the left. I'll take the one on the right."
"Yes sir!" Adeline swiftly replied, snapping into soldier mode.
"Wait, what's going on!"
Alas, the man in the fedora went unheard as all three gunmen fell to the floor, dead. Each one with a double tap to the head and heart, perfect accuracy.
Without needing to turn around, Dean and Addy both knew it was Sam who shot the third. "You alright?" He called from across the aisle.
They never had a chance to answer, as just then, a voice rang out, "What is going on here?"
They all turned, and Dean and Addy not knowing the man, almost shot him.
"Cabe!" Toby cried.
PLEASE READ AUTHOR'S NOTE AT TOP
Bye bye, my little pegasi!
(pegasi? Pegasuses? Pegasee?)