Supernatural is my favorite show. I've loved it, cried over it, and grew up with it as other fans have. I just never thought it was real. Well, at least not in this universe. But, then monsters are real, so why not them?
I'm sitting in my room listening to music like any other normal teenager. My room is in the basement with one weird underground window, but I guess that doesn't stop anything. The plastic piece covering the top of my window was taken off. I thought it was the wind or some dumb dog, so I turned down my music a little bit so that if the dumb dog fell in I could open the window and let it out.
I closed my eyes and sang along to my music. I heard a click and looked over to my closet, since I thought it came from there. I saw nothing. I'm just about to turn my head to the window when I feel something go against the back of my head. My first reaction was to jerk forward but a voice behind me said "Move and I'll shoot." I stayed still, but I was shaking. "Turn around" I do so slowly, by now I'm crying and I keep my eyes shut, not wanting to see the gun in my face. "Dean?" The voice asks. I'm so tempted to open my eyes, but Dean is a common name so I just stay still. "Something's not right"
"Yea, wouldn't we usually have ghosts on our asses by now?"
"I swear I'm not controlling them, they're just friends that help me help them. I don't do anything bad I only-"I got cut off from my friend, Susan, tackling him down. He shot the gun but he missed me and hit the wall behind me. "Susan! Stop!" Too late Sam shoots her with the rocksalt and she disappears. Then he shoots me. I gasp for air.
"Wait you're not a-"
"No!Ow fuuuck." I yell. He walks over to me and takes a shirt from my closet and presses it up against my chest. "Ow fuck don't touch me." I kick him "Go away! Leave me alone! God, you mother trucker."
"I'm sorry we just had a small misunderstanding" Sam says
"Really shooting someone is a small misunderstanding! God first you think I'm controlling them, then you think I'm one of them. But no, not just that, but for some reason when my friend tries to protect me you shoot her then me! God you guys are dicks. Ow." Dean looks at Sam and raises his eyebrows.
"Look we can drive you to the hospital and ask you some questions later." Dean says.
"Do you not have any manners? You fucking shot me! How about after you drive me to the hospital, you leave me the fuck alone!? Sound okay? God." I glare at them and then get up. I look down at the shirt, there's not a lot of blood but it still hurts like a mofo. I climb out the window with them and walk/limp to their car. I can't help but smile. She's so pretty. The rain from the other day must have cleaned it off. I open the back door and slip in, putting some blood on the cushion behind me doing so. Dean looks at me then Sam.
"Come on man, You just had to shoot her." He said sarcastically.
"Sorry," I say, "It's blood but it will still wipe off." I lay in the backseat and close my eyes, maybe they'll leave me alone. After about twenty minutes of awkward silence Dean finally said "Hey, you alive back there?" I don't say anything, but he still says " Another twenty minutes and we will be there. I drift off into sleep.