Dean
"Help! Please, somebody help!" I heard a female voice plead loudly. I looked at Sam, who in turn looked back at me with an angry look in his eyes. We both ran toward the Impala yanking the trunk open, grabbing pistols filled with rock salt, Sam and I ran toward the house pounding up the front steps. I kicked the door down motioning for Sam to go in first. I sprinted after him our footsteps silenced by the thick white carpet in the entrance way. We skidded to a stop in the living room where a man had stabbed the woman we heard screaming. There were two little kids slumped against the wall, their tiny arms wrapped around each other. Sam immediately held his hand out, squeezing the demon from the man. The demon came out hissing and squealing. I ran toward the mother rushing to pick her up. She hung loosely in my arms and her breathing was ragged. "W… w… what's y..your name…?" She stuttered. "Dean Winchester. Yours?" I asked her cradling her head gently trying to prop her up. "K..Karen C..Clifford. Dean? C...can y...you do something for me?"She managed to ask. "Yes. Anything." I said . "Will you take my children in and raise them?" She asked me. I looked at Sam, then at the two little kids in the corner. Sam nodded at me and mouthed "Yes. Say yes, Dean." I looked at Karen who looked back at me with big light green eyes. "Yes, Karen. Me and My brother will take them in." She smiled at me and mouthed "Thank you." Her eyes then fluttered shut and she went limp. I gently laid her down on the floor while tears sprung to life in my eyes. Sam walked toward me with the two little kids, one on his hip and the other holding his hand. "Dean, we have to get them cleaned up. You take the girl and I'll take the boy. " Sam said gently detaching the little girl from his hip and settling her in my arms. She promptly fell asleep. The little boy looked at me as Sam put him on his hip.
