Disclaimer: Although I wish I did, I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters, just the plot.
One Month Ago
The clock read 3 o'clock in the morning when Lisa woke up to the breaking of the glass against the floor. She quickly threw the covers aside and got up without hesitation. The alarmed woman kneeled to the ground and stretched her arms under her bed, searching through the floor with the tip of her fingers until she found the object she was looking for. Lisa pulled the case towards her knees and put in the code, unlocking the box. She placed her index finger on the loaded gun's trigger and took it out of the case, and without further delay she left her room very carefully so she wouldn't draw any unnecessary attention to herself.
Breathing rapidly, out of the fear that she felt, Lisa pressed her back against the corridor wall and shut her eyes. Inhaling deeply and slowly exhaling, she tried to remember what she had learned from Dean. Take cover. One hand on the trigger and the other under the pistol, maintaining stability. If something moves, shoot. If someone shoots, move. After his voice briefly crossed her mind, she reopened her eyes, now a little calmer, and continued down the hallway, without letting her guard down.
One hand left the gun and reached for her son's bedroom door, pushing it open. For a moment, her breath was caught in her throat and her fingers numbly dropped the pistol, creating great contact with the wooden floor. Even though the noise was loud and clear, all she could hear was the sound of her own heart beating irregularly.
"Ben!" she screeched.
Before her eyes, there was a shattered picture frame, a wide open window making the curtains dance to the rythm of the wind, and her son's bed... empty.
A/N: sorry for any grammar issues, me grammar no good lol
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