The Road Thus Far.
To be honest, if someone asked me how I'd gotten into hunting, I wouldn't be able to tell them.
Only faintly recall the smell of coffee and butted cigarettes.
"Family business."
If someone asked me how I'd gotten here, I wouldn't be able to tell them that either.
Only feel the grass beneath my feet.
"Come on Rowan, stop being such a baby!"
Hell, I didn't even know where here was.
All I could remember was the sounds.
"Rowan, you need to run! Go! Now!"
Oh god, those sounds would be etched into my mind for life.
The sound of ripping and slashing.
Echoing.
"ABEL!"
The hot bursts of pain, the bubbles of ice cold then red hot.
The feeling of someone shaking me, holding me, crying for me.
I couldn't remember his name, or his face,
I could just remember him screaming, yelling for me to come back.
'Don't you fucking dare close your eyes.
Don't you fucking dare leave me here.
Please.'
But I couldn't answer him, I could just listen, grow cold.
Start fading.
"Dean."
That's right, Dean Winchester.
The man I loved.
I coughed, tried to wipe my mouth, but my hands weren't cooperating with me.
"You gotta promise."
He gripped my hand tighter.
"Don't bring me back."
The reason I was here, getting torn to shreds.
People always say, love makes you do the stupidest things.
I could feel his grip on my hand go slack for a second.
'You can't ask me that.'
I cracked a small smile, my eyes open to look into his green ones.
He was crying, the tears silently fled down his cheeks as he stared down at me.
Hm, I guess the tables had turned.
"You have to stay and look after the moose, who else could keep him in line?"
He attempted to smile, it didn't work.
"You gotta let me go, babe."
His face dropped.
"I'm never gonna let you go, Rowan."
So I guess I should start from where it all began,