The Rebel

The Rebel <6>

After dressing in one of Levi's shirts and a pair of your pajama shorts you walked downstairs and laid on the couch. Both Bobby's bed and the guest room bed were open, but this was your spot. Sleeping anywhere else in this house wouldn't feel right. Levi didn't question you from the kitchen. He just slid the kitchen doors shut and continued with his phone call as your eyes drifted shut.

Flashes of red.

Screaming.

Explosions.

Were these memories? You didn't recognize anything around you. Somebody was crying, but it was a more violent crying. They were sobbing and yelling. You couldn't see them, there was only blackness around you, but you could hear them.

More flashes of red.

Was it blood?

You felt anger welling up inside of you. It hurt. You wanted to scream and rip things apart.

Fear boiled in your chest. It was a tightening pain. Like you were slowly being smothered.

Frustration rolled off you in waves. Nothing was right. Nothing would ever be right again. You felt hopeless and lost.

Explosions.

You didn't recognize anything.

Then a single scream. It was piercing. A head of blonde hair and bright blue eyes. A bloody face and a look of disappointment. Her voice was familiar, but it was eerie. The words didn't match her tone.

"You're not a hero."

You startled awake.

A cold sweat sat on the back of your neck. Both hands were clenched around a blanket that was set on top of you. You hadn't fallen asleep with a blanket, had you? You glanced at the clock. It was noon. You had slept for nearly five hours.

You took a deep breath to try and calm your racing heart.

"Did the doorbell wake you?" Levi asked as walked down the stairs across from you, heading towards the door. Your eyes snapped to his casual figure. He left your line of vision as he got closer to the door.

You tossed the blanket off your body and stood to follow him. The door opened before you got there and when you turned the corner you were greeted by three new faces.

Standing outside the door that Levi opened were three guys. The one on the left was the tallest. He was even taller than Levi which meant he was over 6'. He had shaggy brown hair and kind green eyes. He wore blue plaid shirt and jeans with a backpack over his shoulder.

On the right was a guy around Levi's height. He had short brown hair slightly spiked up and hazel eyes that glanced around suspiciously. He wore a black t-shirt under a light green jacket with dark jeans.

The guy in the middle was a few inches shorter than the guy on the right. He had black hair that stood up in the front with bright blue eyes. He wore a suit with a tan trench coat over it. His blue tie was backwards and he wore a look of seriousness on his face.

"Can I help you?" Levi asked.

The guy in the green jacket pulled out a gun and held it at Levi's head, "Yeah, we got a few questions."

Your eyes widened as you pulled the shotgun out of the umbrella holder hidden to the side and cocked it at them. The two taller ones look surprised while the guy in the trench coat tilted his head slightly.

"Put down your gun." You ordered.

"You first." He replied.

"Dean", The tallest one glanced over at him, "That's her."