Frankly
Sorry for the long wait. College and falling in love have kicked my ass, truly. Never start college in the summer. It's hard. Just don't do it.
I don't own Supernatural.
"As sure as God made black and white," Frankie sang, watching her face disappear behind the bubbles that she spread over the glossy paint on her brother's car. It never ceased to amaze her how she could scrub the layers of dirt and dust off. Make for a clean start.
She dunks her sponge into the soapy bucket of water sitting next to a water hose. "What's done in the dark will be brought to the light." Frankie closed her eyes, humming the chorus and ignoring everything but the peace that came with the Impala's fresh start.
Dean was back in town, and his sister jumped on the chance to revel in the tranquility once more. It has been a year since her dad disappeared, since Dean and Sam suddenly appeared at the top of her stairs.
They went about their business, ridding the world of evil she once refused to believe in. Of course they didn't take her with them, that'd be ridiculous. It wasn't safe. Or, at least, that's what they said.
Her immediate response was to be wary of their adventures. Lock her doors and buy salt in bulk. But time, it seems, was curiosity's aide.
It was a matter of months before Frankie's eyes lit up with excitement at the stories. Bathed in the excitement of adrenaline, and she wasn't even there. Her day dreams were filled with the gory details of beheading vampires and sending demons back to the pits of hell.
She knew, however, that her brothers and her mother wouldn't have it. In fact, she even admitted to herself that it was a stupid, foolish idea. It wasn't like her to fixate on silly notions.
Maybe she was obsessing. Or addicted to an adrenaline rush. One of the two options. Maybe both? She didn't know.
"Frank!"
She whips her eyes open and her head around to look at the now open screen door. "You're gonna scrub the paint off my baby! Give it a rest!"
A sigh was his only answer as Frankie began rinsing the final layer of soap off the hood. It was time to pack up, and she couldn't put her finger on exactly how long she'd been out there.
I know this is short, but I'm in between 16 hour shifts. Something is better than nothing, right? Just a taste. More to follow, I promise.
NOW, for my reviewers!
SuzSinger: That's not very nice. If I knew what I was doing, plot wise, I'd fill you in. Promise. Hope you enjoyed? Text me and I'll tell you anything you need to know.
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