Frankly
The Winchester Gene, pt 1
I don't own Supernatural. I do own Frankie, though. *The chapter, as you can probably guess, is cut half. I finally have a plan for this story and it starts to be executed just about...now.
{Note the time change. A few years have passed, so much so that Dean and Sam have recently met the Trickster.}
There was an odd taste in Frankie's mouth. She couldn't get it out. It was similar to the anxiety she felt years ago when her brothers had disappeared.
Nothing was right with her, it seemed. She'd never really been very popular, but today took the cake.
Today was the day she accepted something she had been fighting most of her life. Something she didn't tell anyone. No one in her family or the few friends she actually had. Something that she herself took years to accept. It wasn't an easy thing to admit, she knew. Frankie just felt she couldn't lie to herself anymore.
Apparently, it was in the Winchester gene attract women and monsters.
"Frank!" A voice called through the crowded hallway. People stared. No one knew that she was even there until that moment. "Wait up!"
Uncomfortable with the sudden acknowledgement of her presence, Frankie kept moving through the hallway, head down. Her friend be damned. "Frankie! Don't chu run away from me!"
Her friend's voice was getting more and more shrill. It wasn't pleasant. The stares continue. My feet move faster until I finally duck into the ladies restroom by my locker.
Frankie stares down at her Gypsy skirt, fascinated as she waits for her friend. Her love of everything girly made her think back to the traumatizing days full of boyish activities. Running drills and learning how to shoot guns. Crying until her Dad would just let her go sit on the side lines.
"Frank!" The door opens, her blonde friend walking in. Her face is flushed and her hair is slightly disheveled from the crowd. "You avoiding me, Chick?"
"You could tell?"
"Har, har." The blonde rolls her eyes. "What can you tell me about Motichelli's class?"
This happened every Friday. Kira would track her down and ask about the "pop quiz" that was in store for her after lunch. The teacher was so old and senile he didn't realize that giving a test every Friday was not a "surprise".
"Chapter seven. Like you studied all week." Frankie manages to say, adjusting her hair in the mirror. "Make sure to look over the culture notes. He questions that pretty heavily."
A sigh escaped her lips. "Man, I didn't study that at all." She steps up to the brightly lit mirror, adjusting her intricately braided halo-hair and reapplying the bright red lip stick she always wore.
Once she was satisfied with her improvements, she slapped the back of Frankie's arm and winked. "Thanks, champ."
Frankie sighed, happy to finally be on lunch break. She wouldn't eat, of course, her teenage body was accustomed to slight starvation after the magazine subscriptions came in the mail each month, but she would sit quietly. Alone and just fine.
Whilst she didn't spend her time speaking to a great deal of her classmates, she was surrounded by their noise all day. Frankie doesn't like noise. She found it made it hard to think clearly.
She waited for the sounds in the hall to virtually cease before making her escape.
Not many people were in the hall anymore. It was just Frankie and a beautifully dark skinned girl, Kadedra, whom always joked about the differences in skin colors left. Frankie didn't like the girl, even if she found her flawless skin amazing and jealousy-inducing. She found her off putting, to be honest.
So it was only the profoundly odd occurrence that is about to occur that will cause the meeting of wide eyes, sharing a connection of disbelief and fear. The "fuck is this?" look was their only bonding moment in the eleven and a half years they will have known each other.
They were walking in the same direction down the hallway, several feet apart and an awkward silence between them, when they saw it.
One second, an empty hall way littered with carelessly dropped papers is stretched empty before them.
The next? A man flashes into existence before their very eyes.
Everyone freezes, including the man.
The hallway is motionless for a matter of seconds that seem to stretch the timeline far greater than Frankie's mind would've wanted it to, before the mild chaos erupts.
A look is shared. Kadedra drops the binders that were previously in her possession. Papers fly.
Kadedra starts to turn. Her brain moves so fast that Frankie sees this all in slow motion. A deep feeling of emptiness spreads through her stomach as a deep rooted fear spreads in that of Kadedra's.
It takes all but a matter of seconds before Kadedra is running full-out in the direction they had been coming from. Frankie's first reaction is to step towards the man. Walk quickly to him, as a matter of fact.
Something in her brain screamed to follow him, almost as if he were calling to her, even without words. "Come to me," her brain whispers.
The man turns, too, looking back at her for but a moment before continuing down his path, further down the hallway. His blonde hair blows in an invisible wind, a light glowing around his head.
He looked almost angelic if it weren't for Frankie's notice of the mischievous glint in his eyes.
Frankie was so transfixed with her assessment of the creature before her that she barely registers Kadedra's racist comments yelling down the hall. "White bitch, run away! Haven't you ever seen a horror movie?"
It's the obscenities that finally causes Frankie to shake herself out of the trance, but not before she notices the frown that suddenly forms on the man's face. He must've realized the trance was broken, too, because he promptly disappears. As seemingly effortless as he appeared.
"Whoa," Frankie breaths out, the hall suddenly so cold she could see her breath.
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