Notes at the end...
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Mya: Thanks for the reviews and good question but no, we will not have any chapters from Dean's POV. This is Aurora's story and I want to keep it that way, but again good question :)
I went back in the car on my way to the Bunker in Kansas, I was going to use it in place of a motel. It had better protection and was closer to where Dean had been captured.
As to what exactly happened to Dean was apparently he had been stupid and decided to take on a pack of demons by himself and now he had been captured, leaving me to go save his sorry ass. One thing I didn't understand about the whole thing was why Cas didn't go and save Dean himself or why he didn't go to Sam, he is his brother after all.
And why did I have to drive? The car ride alone takes 21 hours, not including rest or stops to refuel, Cas could have zapped me there and we could save Dean some pain and me some time, but no I had to drive.
Part of me was saying let him suffer a little, but the other part, the part I had been represing for so long, told me that I needed to save him as soon as possible. I didn't know which part wa\s winning at the moment.
A nagging question formed in the back of my mind and I paled a little at the thought. What the hell was I going to say when I saw him? What will even seeing his face in whatever condition it's in do to me?
I know he had tried to contact me during the time I was gone, but every time I ignored it. Until I finally gave up and threw my phone out of the car window, what impact will his voice have on me?
I knew I couldn't run away forever but I also didn't know how soon he would catch up with me. Sure there are thousands of hunters out there but there are only two Winchesters and they do so much it's kinda hard avoid them.
The one thing I am sure of is that I'm not gonna be crawling back to him as if nothing happened. Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me.
After almost 17 straight hours of driving I pulled up to a motel in Moberly Missouri, thoroughly exhausted. Once inside my room I pulled out one of the many granola bars I had packed for the trip, and sat down at the coffee table, simply enjoying the silence.
After I had eaten I walked to the bathroom and took a shower, my aching muscles demanding for it. Reluctantly I turned off the water and wrapped a towel around my chest, then with my hand I wiped the mirror, trying to rid of the steam. I looked at myself for moment, wishing I looked better than I did. I had hollow cheeks, lightly cracked lips, dull grey eyes and my skin looked like it was made of paper that could be torn with the slightest pressure. Most of all I wished I could show Dean how better off I was without him, even if I actually wasn't.
I turned away from the mirror, quickly got dressed and walked over to my duffel and took out my laptop, needing to put a name to the mystery girl I had lost the other day.
In the search bar I typed "Lake drowning in Maine" and in an instant over 15,000 entries came up, gotta love google. I clicked in the obituaries and scrolled through a few pictures, but none of them were my girl, I guess she'll just have to stay as Jane Doe for now.
What did suprise me was the unusual amounts of other drownings in the town, all seeming to be around the same location, maybe I'll take a look into it once im done with this whole Dean thing, it looked like it could be a case.
I put back my laptop and walk over to the bed in the center of the room, getting situated under the covers as sleep claimed me once again.
At 9am I started off again, relishing the fact that the drive would be considerably shorter than the day before if all went as according to schedule. I should have only taken six hours.
But no, the word plan has no meaning in my life, because only four short hours in my journey I got a flat tire, and of course I didn't have a spare.
I pulled over to the side of the road and turned off the car suddenly feeling the urge to hit the steering wheel acouple of times. I ran my fingers across my face and through my hair as I got out on the side of the highway and tried to find a signal on my phone, but of course there wasn't one, great.
At least angel radio still works.
"Castiel! I kinda need your help here!" I screamed into the sky, ignoring the looks from the occasional car passing by. After a few more minutes of me yelling I heard the familiar ruffel of wings and turned around to face Cas.
"You need assistance?" he asked in monotone.
"Yeah, my car has a flat and I don't have a spare or cell signal," I explain to the angel. "Can you zap me to the nearest auto shop?"
He nods his head then in a flash we are right outside "Kurt's Auto Repair" and Cas was gone.
I went inside and told the man behind the counter that I had a flat on the highway, then he drove me out there and fixed it for me. During the ride to my car I had asked him what town we were in and coincidentally we were just outside of Aurora Kansas.
"Your car's a real beauty" Kurt said with a thick country drawl.
"Thanks, she was my dad's favorite model." I answered, suddenly remember all the times he taught me how to fix up cars. I blink back a few tears as I paid the man and got back on the road.
I didn't think of my father often, but everytime I did I got a little misty eyed as he would say it. My father was the strongest, smartest, most kind man I have ever had the privilege of knowing, and I miss him every damn day, and I will for the rest of my life. But I got to stay strong for him, I am a Singer after all.
Alright, enough of the chick flick moment.
After another uneventful hour and a half of driving I finally pull up to the location Cas had given me.
Dean had often talked about this place, that it had been the first real home Sam and him had ever had, even if it was not the traditional kind.
Walking over to the door I knocked a few times, Cas told me he would meet me here and sure enough a few moments later he opened up the door, for once not in a trench coat but in sweatpants and a t-shirt.
"Wow cas, you look...different." I say with a chuckle.
"I was trying to get "comfortable, but so far I am not enjoying it." he answers, fidgeting with the bottom of his AC/DC shirt.
"Didn't take you as a rock fan Cas, more of a classical person I think." I say while walking through the door and looking around.
I walked down the giant staircase that lead to a gold tinted room with a huge table in the center, I simply stared in awe of the Bunker, from the immensly high ceiling to the shiny tiled floor. Once I was fully off the stairs I walked to table which had a giant map on it and felt it, then jumped back a little when it was warm to the touch.
"That's cool," I say to Cas, who looked kind of uncomfortable at the moment "What's wrong?" I ask him.
Just then someone cleared their voice, a deep rumble that I could recognize anywhere. I slowly turned and quickly grabbed the chair behind me to keep me upright.
"Dean?" I whisper just as the floor seemed to get a lot closer to my face.
So there it is, sorry it's so choppy and short :/ I am not happy with this chapter but I felt like we just needed a lax chapter, something major doesn't have to happen in every single one, and I know something did happen but you get what I mean. I'm sorry I took so long to update but my creative juices weren't flowing, they still aren't so don't expect anything too terribly soon. Sorry everyone :( Anyways thanks to all of my followers and to those who reviewed and favorited. Tell me what you think!
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