This one-shot is from my story The Unforeseeable Life of Alexandra Winchester. I hope you enjoy and please review! Happy reading. x
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Commencement
It was almost one o'clock in the morning and Alex had just gotten back to her apartment. She had been studying for what seemed like days and all she wanted to do was fall into a deep sleep. When she entered the front door, she automatically kicked off her black booties (her favorite footwear), threw her bag onto the couch in the living room, and locked the door behind her. Since Alex lived alone, everything was quiet, but also in order, just the way she liked it. Alex was practically drawn like a magnet to her bedroom where she plopped herself onto her plushy bed. Her eyes were begging to close and Alex gladly complied.
After what seemed like only a ten-minute nap, Alex awoke to a loud bang in the living room. Her eyes flashed open quickly and she got off the bed to peer around the corner. With having John Winchester as her father, Alex was always ready for the unexpected. Her training, or as she liked to call it, "hell camp" as a kid paid off. Even after she left home, Alex never let go of the skills she gained; whether it be mental or physical, Alex was prepared. Hearing nothing, but not being naïve, Alex walked with stealth over to her bedside table and pulled out something she'd never thought she would have to use: her gun. Carefully waling back over to the door, Alex started to make her way down the small hallway into the living area. With her gun at the ready, she turned the corner quickly and saw the intruder. Alex didn't even have to give it a second thought, she raised her gun, but quickly dropped it. She instantly recognized the dark shape of the person.
Letting out a small scoff, Alex voiced herself, irritation clear in her voice. "You have got to be kidding me."
"Well, is that anyway to greet your big brother?"
Alex didn't need light to know that her brother had a big, sardonic grin on his face; she could tell by the tone in his voice. Absorbing what was happening, Alex was taken out of her daze by the ceiling light coming on. Her gun still in hand, Alex shot her head in the direction of Dean. Instead of a loving sibling hug or even a simple "hello" Alex snapped. "What the hell?! I could have shot you!" The words came out a little too loud for his liking, considering the fact it was four o'clock in the morning.
"That's probably not something you want to yell out." Dean pointed out.
"What are you doing here?"
"Well, I was looking for a beer." Dean answered sarcastically.
Alex drew her eyebrows together. "Right…I can't believe this."
"So, how is my baby sis?"
"Your baby sis is tired…and a little shaky considering you broke into her apartment. How the hell did you even get in here? We're on the third floor."
"Some Chinese delivery guy got buzzed in, so I made my way up here nice and peacefully."
"And let me guess, you picked my lock?"
"Oh, you know me so well." A moment of silence followed. Neither one knew what to say next.
"I need to sit down." Alex dragged her feet over to her couch and sat herself down cautiously, still having somewhat of a difficult time taking in the current events. Dean had propped himself up against a wall, hands in the pockets of his jacket.
Sending her brother a mystified look, she asked him again; more calmly this time. "What are you doing here?"
"Dad hasn't been home in a few days."
Throwing her hands up with question, Alex replied, "So, he's working overtime on a Miller time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later."
"Let me rephrase." Dean pushed himself off the wall. "Dad's on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home in a few days."
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