Please note that the Winchester boy don't belong to me (YET! They WILL be mine!*Evil laugh*)
The only things that belong to me are the story plot and River.
It had been a year now, since Sam was sent to the cage with Micheal , and I had left Dean behind to rebuild his life without little to no help. Because of my abilities to see the past, the present and the future anywhere, I often had to see that night in my dreams again, but sometimes I was lucky enough to see Dean, and his new life. It seems that it was 10 years ago and not just one that I was 12 and hunting with my Winchester boys. Now here I was, running away temporarily –Key word: temporarily- from a Wendigo. I'm looking for a closed of space so I can get rid of him. I huff, that thing is too fast, even more for my thirteen year-old body. I turn momentarily, to throw a silver knife at the Wendigo, hitting his shoulder, only managing to anger him, and I curse out-loud. Dammit, I gotta burn that thing! I open my side-bag while I run, looking for my flare gun and a bit of holy oil – What?! It'll burn the bastard!- With that I turn on my heel, and run to the Wendigo, and when he tried to claw at me, I slide, right between his open legs, and before he could turn around, I was already up and running to the beat-up and old house he was residing in, once I reached the door, I opened it and threw myself inside the crumbling house, heading straight to the dark and humid basement, once in there I hid behind one of the many shelves filled with human organs- some of them were rotting, making me gag.
Once the Wendigo entered the basement, he walked right past the shelf I was hiding behind, giving me the perfect opportunity to throw the holy oil at him, and as soon as he turned to me, I threw one of the flares at him. He was on fire, screeching and screaming, making me smirk sadistically in his direction, a sense of pride filling me.
I walked out of the house, the smoke soon filling the air, the fire soon reaching the house's planks, setting it on fire, and I sat back in one of the nearby rocks, enjoying the show, I didn't know why, but the flames gave me a sense of serenity. Maybe because that's how my mother died when I was just a baby? The flames gave me some sort of familiarity perhaps? Yes, surely, but I still prefer water.
Once the flames show was over, I got up, heading back to the town I was residing in, Dell Rapids, South Dakota, with Sarah, an 23 year-old hunter. We were not really friends, she was just taking care of me, since I did not want to go to adoption.
I know it might not really be wise to be so near Dean and Bobby if I was avoiding them, but they would never look for me so near, they would think I was stupid not to go far away, and that's why I chose Dell Rapids. I sigh as I unlock the door, Sarah should be somewhere in California now, leaving me and the house alone. I throw my hunter supply bag in the couch, and head straight to the bathroom, so I can shower, once in the bathroom I turn on the water, then I wait for the water to heat up, once it is hot I strip and get in the shower, letting my muscles unwind and lose their tension. Closing my eyes, I picture Dean, trying to see how he is doing. All I can see is blank. Huh. Must be something I shouldn't really see.
Then I think about my schedule tomorrow, artistic Gymnastics from morning to midday –wich I was doing to increase my stamina- , then I have to practice my archery, my best hunter "subject", and finally find some cases near California for Sarah.
I get out of the shower, wrap a towel around myself, and grab another towel, using it to dry my hair, I exit the bathroom, still dripping wet, heading for the kitchen to prepare dinner. Trying again to see Dean, I am not at all prepared to the sight that awaits me in the living room.
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