Chapter 7~ "Secret Handshakes and hideouts"
Disclaimer ~ I do NOT own Supernatural or the characters of Sam and Dean. However, I do own Anabell and any other original character created by me.
A/N: Hey, I'm finally back after so many months. I'm so sorry and it's kind of embarrassing on how long it took me to update again. Well, at least I'm back, and I'm gonna try to keep up with a schedule. I plan on trying out some more stories, so watch out for those. I was planning on getting this up over a month ago but it been a hectic month. I've been sick, busy with a whole bunch of homework, and my computer went all wonky a few days ago, plus so much more, but that's enough with my life. Please leave a review if you enjoyed (or if you didn't, it can help me make the story enjoyable for all). Any and all reviews are appreciated! Well here's chapter number 7 hope you enjoy.
Anyways on with the read! :o) *Amory*
P.s thanks to my awesome beta i could give ya'll another chapter. I did some poking around afterwards so i take credit for any and all mistakes!
Sam and Dean would be in the shower and wouldn't be fully settled in for at least the next three or so hours, so Ana and Ben could sneak out for a bit.
Ana and Ben walked side-by-side each other as they walked out of the old farmhouse and off the large back porch. The door making a loud crack as it closed behind them as they smoothly walked away.
"So, how have things been around here?" Ana asked, breaking the silence.
"Same as always." Ben replied.
"Did you miss me?" Ana laughed teasingly as she nudged him with her shoulder.
"Yeah, I haven't seen you in a while. Did you miss us or this old place?"
"You know I did, I just didn't have the chance."
They stopped when they reached an old large oak tree. There was an old rope with not much color left in it with a large tire tied to the end. "I remember that day we put this up, you climbed all the way to the top."
flashback~
"I can see the whole world from up here!" An eight-year-old Ana yelled from the top of an old oak tree.
"I'm tossing the rope now, ready?" A nine-year-old Ben yelled up to her.
Ana tied the rope to the sturdy branch three times over, then climbing back down to earth. They both lifted up the large tire and tied it to the other end of the rope. Huffing and puffing, Ben lifted up the tire and Ana tied the rope.
Both of them rocked back and forth, playing on that damn swing all day long.
It started to get dark as the sun began to tuck itself under the tree covered horizon, leaving the colors of the rainbow swirling in its place in the sky, creating one of the most beautiful sunsets you would ever see.
Ben and Ana giggling at whatever they were talking about. The silhouette of a man walking towards them. As he got closer, a beam of colorful light reflects off his face revealing who it was.
"Why don't we get y'all in and to bed?" Chris said with a smile.
Little Ana and Ben smiled and shook their heads, running into the house, racing to see who would be the first, leaving a chuckling Chris behind.
They both brushed their teeth and got ready for bed. They went back into Bens room — Ana climbed the ladder to the top bunk while Ben jumped on the bottom bed. They tucked themselves in, and Chris and Frank walked in.
Christopher and Franklin walked over to the bunk bed, Christopher laying a kiss on Ana's forehead with a "Sweet dreams kiddo." Then moving on to Ben patting his shoulder and saying goodnight after Frank.
Frank then came over to Ana and laid a kiss on her forehead and a "Goodnight."
They both walked back over to the door frame.
"Goodnight you guys" Chris said. "Get some sleep, alright?" Franklin shook his head.
"Goodnight." Ana and Ben said back in unison.
They had fully walked out of the room on the way turning off the light and shutting the door.
"Goodnight Ana."
"Goodnight Ben."
Just a few minutes later, Ben said, "Hey, Ana."
"Yeah, Ben?"
"I had fun today."
"Me too."
"Do you think we'll be friends forever?"
"Yeah, we will." Ana shook her head to no one in particular just in determination. "Let's make a promise."
"What?"
"Let's make a promise that no matter what, we'll always be friends and protect each other from the monsters."
"I promise," Ben said as he raised his hand with his pinky finger out and up to Ana.
"I promise," Ana said the same and lowered her hand down and hanging off the edge of the top bunk, wrapping her pinky finger to Bens. This was their first pact they ever made together — and it was to be kept.
They both eventually fell asleep as the darkness swallowed them up into eventful dreams.
~END~
Ana had smiled at the memory. "Remember?" She asked with a one-word question that only they could answer and any normal person would ask 'what?'
"Yeah." Ben answered, a smile creeping onto his face.
"Let's go." Ana said and they continued the walk.
The walk was filled with a silent conversation anyone could mistake for a peaceful quiet walk, but every action spoke for themselves. Every swift movement of the hand and feet playing a story or role in the two's friendship — a path they know so well. Memories they live so vividly. A home, and safe-place no matter what. Something they hold so dearly to their hearts. Something they cherish so much.
The conversation only turning on for a second or two before it would be replaced again with the familiar silence. It was as if they could read each-others mind as they walked this path. Smiles from recalled memories creeping on their faces.
Soon they would reach the place they once named the 'cove' a long, long time ago.
It was an old tree house built in a tree about 6 or so feet up. The river close by as the water flowed freely. There was a small hut built with branches and bound together with twine, a small fireplace close to the middle of the little camp, made with rocks surrounding the hole in the ground. There were ins and outs all around, left by them from the many times they came. It was well worn and anyone could tell it had been used.
It wasn't the fanciest treehouse like the one you'd see on TV, but it was theirs. It was beautifully covered in moss and vine that made it look so majestic.
Ana walked into the treehouse climbing the latter practically grown to the tree.
The treehouse still held everything in its place like the last time she had seen it. She walked around the treehouse, reaching the bookshelf and pulling a book out and dusting it off. The cover reading 'Navy seal academy: Knots 101.' She smiled. She could remember pouring into these books when she was younger, recalling the many other books to this anthology.
Blowing off the dust on some of the other books, she saw so many that she could remember so well. Books about adventure, history, the supernatural, and so many more.
She looked at one of the shelves on the bookshelf and saw comics.
Smiling, she remembered all the times she and Ben would read them. Remembering a time when things were good and the good guys won. They would spend hours reading and talking about the stories in those silly comics they loved so much.
Smiling and placing the book she picked up down and returned to looking around some more.
Memories were brought back at every corner she turned, taking everything in. When out of the corner of her eye she was brought to the center of the treehouse, where the tree pierced through the treehouse. On the other side of the latter, two engravings were brought to her attention.
'A.P.' and 'B.O.' were poorly engraved in the trunk of the tree. Even though the tree extended from the floor to the ceiling, the engravings were about three and a half to four feet up, evidence this was done a long while ago.
Soon Ben climbed up into the treehouse and joined Ana.
"Hey" he greeted. "Just how you left it?"
"Yeah" sighed Ana, taking in the sight of familiarity. "Sure is."
They talked and caught up like two old friends who hadn't seen each other in twenty years. About an hour passed and they had migrated to the fireplace outside. A fire was going and they sat in two make-shift seats beside it.
The fire died down and the two decided it was time to come back and check on the rest. "Let's head on back," Ana said as she stood up. And Ben took care of the fire as always. It wasn't that Ana couldn't or didn't want to, but it was kind of tradition. Ben just always put it out. Ana usually would light it after Ben would get the materials for it — but both Ana and Ben would tend to the fire. It was just one of the small things that they always did.
Walking back, they chatted for a few minutes as they walked back to the house — then that familiar silence began to creep back. They didn't mind the silence at all. It was comforting and familiar; and as a hunter as annoying as the cheap rundown motels and diners were, they were also familiar. It gave them a piece of mind in the familiarity.
A/N: Thanks so much for reading and if you liked it so far please leave a review. Remember all suggestions are appreciated and are helpful. Sorry for the short chapter and I will use my spring break to write a better plus much longer chapter. I love you all and thank you for reading my story! Have amazing lives y'all!
Question of the Chapter: What is your favorite book/book series? or What's your favorite movie?
P.s. Sorry for the repost of chapter 5&6. I accidentally deleted them, stupid clumsy me! Haha
