As they got to the street after sitting on the roof for what seemed like ever, the street lights shone on The Leader's face.
Jensen then got his answer, it was a girl, and a young girl at that, but Jensen didn't say anything and concentrated on what exactly was going on. The street lights flickered and then went out completely. Strange, Jensen thought, considering the show he acts, or acted, on.
The Leader hailed a taxi.
Misha and Jensen exchanged confused looks. Weren't they on the run? Maybe they should not use public transportation, but putting aside their confusion, they followed after The Leader.
The Leader, Jensen, Misha and one of the others in the team, all got in the same taxi, and the rest of them, including Osric and Mark, stayed at the curb. Then the cab drove away.
A minute or so after leaving the others The Leader and the taxi driver started talking, quietly and indistinctly, but talking none the less. That's when Misha and Jensen realized that it was not indeed public transportation at all, the driver was one of them.
"Can we ask-" Misha began but cut himself off when the Leader gave a single, "
be quiet
" sort of look.
Misha exchanged a glace with Jensen. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to go along with these guys
They seemed to be driving for ever. Jensen could have fallen asleep if it weren't for his current position . Figuratively just as much as literally, the cab wasn't exactly the best fit for all those there,and he was stuck in the middle. But as uncomfortably as it was he slowly lolled to sleep leaning on Misha, who was already sleeping against the window.
"Destiel" the other who had come- Sadie -whispered out with a little laugh. The leader couldn't help but smirk slightly at that
"You know that's not even a thing right"
"Of course it is!" Sadie's voice was raised
"shh" The Leader hissed out "now i remember why supernaturalists have two dorms" she mumbled "they would fight hours into the night about stupid things with no importance."
"Your a supernaturalists too"
"Officially I'm not"
"Yeah and officially you are also dead"
"Sai" The Leader warned sharply
"Sorry, Sir"
"you should know better, i know this is your first field mission, but you should know anyways"
Sadie wanted The Leader to smile and laugh and tell her to not be so serious and that it was ok, but that wouldn't happen, ever again. The Leader and Sadie were friends, before. Before beliebers, before the shooting, before this stupid war for her freedom and the freedom of her friends and family. Before it all. She used to laugh and say random things, screech and jump up and down flapping her arms like she was trying to fly whenever she was reminded of her beautiful fandoms. But when one stupid comment started a war, that had changed.
