Frankly
Chapter...I don't even know at this point!
Here's the part where I give you a totally good excuse as to why I haven't written anything in a very long time...Right? Yeah, I don't have one. Sad to say, I haven't had even an inkling of an urge to write. Or the free time. Though, the one thing I can say that stopped me for a while was my general lack of WiFi. Ah, to be young and broke. And fabulous, of course.
I've missed you all, though, and I hope you're doing well. My prayers go out for you all's well-being and happiness daily (I know some of you don't share that personal belief but, either way, you're in my thoughts). So, as a testimony to my love for you wonderful readers (however many of you that have held on this long), here's a new chapter of my literally endeavors...
**NOPE, still don't own Supernatural (haven't even watched the last few seasons YET), and I'm not trying to steal the owner's creative genius, just borrowing...I swear.**
As a breath of my frustration was released into the air, I decided then and there that whatever it is that has me so thoroughly ensnared in this world of disillusion could go fuck itself. I would no longer be running away.
Not because I was no longer scared but because I decided that I was tired and done. Done with the games. Done with the running away from confrontation. If whatever it was wanted me, then it could catch me.
Hopefully it was prepared for my foul mood when it showed its face.
Taking another angry breath, I sat down on the floor of the diner and held my middle finger in the air.
Ignoring the melted chocolate on the bottom of his boots, Dean continued forward down the ally, gun still held up and at the ready. He knew he would not find any traces of his sister or the trickster but it didn't hurt to be thorough in the end.
After checking behind the dumpster and debris, he tucked his gun back in the waist band of his pale jeans before turning to Sam, whom had begun his examination of the phone booth for clues.
"I can't seem to find anything that indicates anyone else but Frankie has been in here. See the sweaty hand prints? It's as if she beat against the glass with her palm flat." Sam tucked a few stray hairs behind his ears. He was worried about his sister but he knew that slowing down to analyze the few details they had was the only thing that was going to bring any sort of fruitful results. "Do you smell..." Sam sniffed the air, his eyes glowing in the dull street light, reflecting an image of Dean.
"Candy? Chocolate, maybe."
Dean reached beside his brother to pick up and slam the phone, which was making a rather annoying beeping sound at an ungodly volume, to the bulky silver receiver. "I stepped in melted chocolate. It was in the ally way before it dead ended. I think we have a trickster on our hands."
Sam's face was shocked, there was absolutely no denying that. "The trickster? But...we killed him."
"Yeah, well," Dean kicked a near by fire hydrant, his face screw up in a look of pure fury. "Obviously we didn't drive that damned stake far enough in. Either that, or, we seriously pissed off one of its relatives and it's come back for revenge."
Just as the sweet, blissful edges of sleep created a blankness in her mind, a chuckling sounded through the air. It wasn't a soft melody that was almost apart of the back ground noise of the diner, it was ever present...forward, almost. Like it was directed towards her specifically and close. She forced her eyes open, ignoring the cloudiness of her vision in favor of focusing on the blonde, wicked angel like features that peered at her fondly as if she was his napping lover.
The mischievous glint that seemed to live eternally in those eyes as indestructible as the hardest, most astonishingly beautiful stone in existence seemed to pierce right through, not her soul, but her mental wall of sarcasm that usually appeared impossible to climb and kept all others at bay.
She didn't know if it was from exhaustion or him, but she didn't like it. It left her with a dull ache of suspicion that Frankie did not need at the forefront of her mind. "Finally decided that hide-and-seek isn't your game?"
The being widened his smile, the parenthesis around his mouth pushing the skin of his cheeks up and forcing them to flood with a joyful, healthy color which strangely complimented the ever-so-slight crows feet under those damnable eyes. "Once, again, a Winchester with a bad joke. Francesca, would you like to play another game or are you ready for the message?"
Any number of harsh remarks that might have come to her once reasonable mind at that time seemingly disappeared, replaced only by the terror and fleeting sense of any bravery she was previously entertaining. "Message?"
Only for a moment did her mind stay frozen before a rush of anger swept through her every cell. It was a second wind, a reprieve from all the other emotions that had plagued her. She stood in a flash, pushing the man away by his strong, steady shoulders. Her anger fueled her into movement that defied common sense, stepping over the man so that she might pace the length of the diner.
"You," Frankie had lost any semblance of rational thought and decorum. "Have been chasing me to the point of exhaustion, playing me in this...in this..." Her loss for words proved only a slight pause before the wild arm gestures started. She waved her upper limbs in a violent manner around her head before finally focusing on objects that rested on the tables near her.
Frankie pushed any and all items from the table's surfaces, only angered further that the imaginary diner inhabitants continued on talking and eating food from plates that were no longer there as if she wasn't having a mental break down inches from them. "Illusion!" She found no joy once she finally grasped the word she'd been searching for. "Just to give me a message?" Her voice broke as her exasperation, and her volume, reached its peak.
She could accept that her brothers went out to fight the wrong doings of the world, not batting an eyelash when they claimed ghosts and demons roamed the Earth, but she hadn't ever truly experienced the notion first hand. The supernatural seemed a far off realm, a place she'd never go unless she suddenly came down with a serious case of the crazies.
In the last two days she'd experienced it first hand, however, and she desperately wanted to forget it. Her mind had been so busy being in flight mode that she had failed to see the relevance of these events until that very moment. Ghosts, demons, the bogey man...They were all real.
And knocking at her door.
Frankie finally stopped her movements, her hair long brown hair covering the half of her face that the creature could see from his spot on the floor like a silky curtain. Almost able to feel her pupils dilating, she thought on what her plan of action would consist of, now that she had him in front of her.
"Well, what was so important?" The voice that came from her lips was almost not her own. She didn't think too hard on the matter, however, before she straightened up to continue a slow walk through the length of the diner.
The creature regarded Frankie with the same amusement he always had, his smile evident even in his voice. "If I'd have just walked up to you and given you the message, would you have listened? Or would you just write me off as a nut job? Besides," standing, the smile turned brighter still. "This was more fun."
Frankie's cheeks burned in rage, her back facing the man as she walked, her finger tips gracefully skimming the table tops of the booths further down from the one she'd demolished. Her eyes scanned the area even as her body tried to seem relaxed and her brain forming a response to his statement.
The combat training her father had so briefly forced on her came to mind in a clumsy manner. She'd only ever paid attention enough to finish quickly so she could make the sessions end, never thinking it would ever come in handy.
"Fine," the strange voice still answered for her. "What is it you have to say?" Even as her lips formed the words, her eyes scanned.
Frankie just about leapt for joy upon seeing the man in the next to last booth eating a steak, his sharp knife resting on the edge of the plate, forgotten for a moment as he chewed his square of meat. She had to use every ounce of self-control not to reach out in a haste and grab the object of her planned salvation.
"It's for your brothers." The seriousness that suddenly seized his facial features was fierce. Sharp, even. Frankie was now next to the booth where the man with steak sat, oblivious to her actions as she stopped mid step, seemingly reacting to the sudden tone of his voice.
"Is that so?" She allowed herself a small smile as a fire of excitement burnt through her body, powering her flash of movement.
Reaching over, Francesca swiped the knife off the plate's cool surface by the handle, blade out as her body moved in blur. As soon as she felt the cool wood handle enclose tightly in her palm, the youngest Winchester spun in the creatures direction, her feet already taking the necessary steps towards her enemy, dangerous intent clear.
Her steps once again froze mid-step when her eyes perceived the lack of Angelically Handsome Creature where he once stood, firing synapses and sending the message to her brain.
The moment she froze she felt the warm breath on her nearly bare collarbone, the front of a male body formed to the back of her own like a glove. He was close, and came closer still when one arm wrapped around her waist to pull her into his scorching embrace.
Terror and something else she didn't recognize filled her when she realized his other arm had molded itself to her one out stretched arm, as well-except his hand was enclosed in an iron grip around the wrist that held the knife, her supposed salvation.
They stood in this pose as he whispered his message into the skin of her neck, waiting until he was finished to close his eyes in what seemed like an expression of immense pleasure as he took in her scent.
When he was finished, his nostrils filled with her natural scent, he released his hold of the eighteen year old girl and of his illusions.
A tear slid down her cheek slowly, escaping from her closed eyes and thick, dark eyelashes. Frankie didn't know if she had any fight left in her, though even now she thought of a response to his whispered words.
Like any Winchester, she would not be changing the loyalty she held for her family simply because some all powerful illusionist tortured her into listening. The words held meaning for her, even if they were mainly intended for her hunter brothers.
She knew, somehow, that when she opened her eyes she would be back to reality. A world where only two days ago she was happily finishing what was left of her senior year, reserving a few weekends here and there to listening to her brothers and whatever insane stories Dean deemed fit to tell...A world where her thoughts had rarely strayed from the excitement of college and boys and music. Her life had been so simple, so planned out.
Frankie knew she would be opening her eyes and accepting that she couldn't go back to that simple life. She had been scarred, traumatized for life...Already, the whispered words were haunting her mind.
"It is impossible to truly fight the role one is born for. The consequences of fighting it further will only bring massive death and untold destruction. It is time for this to end...for the Winchesters, all of them, to except that their end is near. Sacrificing yourselves for each other, the absurd loyalty your entire family holds so dear...is pointless."
Where did all those dang words come from? I had an image in my head of Gabe holding Frankie and framed the entire chapter around that. Or, I tried to. Hope it wasn't too awful of an idea.
Hey, whatever works; though that makes me extremely angry at my irrational self.
ANYHOO, to my lovely reviewers! You're all such a blessing.
Unquestionably Unhinged: First off, love the name. Thank you for thinking it's awesome. You're awesome.
LucifersDaughter: Hey! Long time, no see! ^_^ Why did Gabe take Frankie? For fun, of course. How else could I frame an entire chapter around the moment when he presses up against her? Uherm, anyways. He did it to send the boys the message, instead of the repeating Tuesday/Dean dying episode...Though I might still have that happens...depends on Frankie's actions next chapter. I don't even know. Have a wonderful day!
Maddy Love Castiel: THANK YOU! You're fantastic. Here's more suspense for you! I hopes she has the attitude fitting a Winchester sister...I wanted her awesome but flawed, though not too Mary Jane, either...Ah, the struggle. As for Gabe being unconcerned with appearing in front of Kadedra. Well, Gabe never seems concerned with much. I appreciate you bringing that up. I will have to try up the Kadedra-Loose-End sooner or later. Hope you're having a FANTASTIC day!
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Alright, everyone. May the odds be ever in your favor.
"There is a way that seems right to man, but it ends in death." Proverbs 14:12 (the inspiration for Gabe's imparting words of wisdom.)