Wrote by MissUrby. Do not claim as your own, or I'll hunt you down myself.
Bobby's wife's eyes blinked to black, and he was hesitant when he saw it. He had no idea what to do. Everything was racing through his mind. How can he remove the evil inside of her, he didn't know how to do it. The only thing that was on his mind, was his 6 month old baby in a different room, crying. It could've been hurt. She could've hurt it. It wasn't like she would mean to, she has evil in her. He ran to his closet, bumping almost every corner of his house. A colt was wrapped in a rag, the only thing that he thought of doing with it, was to shoot his life, his woman, his everything, his mother of his child. He licked his lips and pulled the trigger. The baby cried louder and louder, he had no idea what to do with the child. The wife laid on the rug, not even a gasp for air. He ran out his front door holding the baby tight in his arms, thinking of what to do with it. The adoption center was the only place he could think of. If the baby were to live with him, it would be extremely vulnerable. He knew he wasn't meant to be a father. It was just an accident. But he still loved the child dearly. The baby began to cry. "Shush, Corrine, everything will be alright..." Bobby kept her close until he reached the agency, he had to give her up.
Corrine was placed in many homes, the families wanted to get rid of her like an old mutt, suffering and limping. She was found in libraries reading up about witches and demons...and even spirits. She was interested in it. She never knew that her real father had a spark in interest for the same things. She knew they existed, people would never believe her, they thought she was crazy. She was left a loner in every school she went to. It never mattered to her, because everything that convinced, really did convince her. For her it never mattered, she was going to be up and gone before anyone knows it. What she wished for the most, to be a witch, and to actually be adopted by one. She didn't know her dreams were actually going to come true.
A middle-aged lady, soon took her into foster care, the only home that stuck out like a sore thumb, everything she wanted for a long time. A witch, who would've ever thought. How unrealistic, but so, just so amazing in her eyes. Maybe she could read her mind or something. Well thats what she thought. Her name was Susanna, and she helped hunters. Susanna decided to raise Corrine from what she was 10, until now. Never would she thought that Susanna would die. Die from an attack. Being 22 years old, and no where to go... She thought of searching for her long lost dad. She traced her past, back to wherever she came from. Back to the adoption agency, getting the information. It was harder then she would ever thought. She traveled by hitch hike, but she finally found her father.
Kansas. All the way to find her dad. Bobby Singer. Looking up at the front door, at the age of 26, it looked old. The whole house looked old. The yard was no longer green. It was a weird vibe that it was even green. The clothing line was rusted and crippled. Was this going to be her home? She didn't know but her last house was just like this one. It made her smile. She inched her way to the door, and sighed, lifting her fist to the door and knocked lightly at first and then a little harder. She nibbled on her nail, reason? because it was nice little nervous habit she had.
A little more then middle aged man answered the door. His beard had some grey, and he was a little pudgey. "Bobby Singer?" Corrine asked with one hand in her hoodie's pocket. Bobby's face was a little blank, he thought of something familiar once he saw her. "Are you Bobby?" she asked again. His mouth was somewhat open. "Uh...yeah?". His body pushed upwards as he leaned back a little as if he took a really long breath. "It's Corrine, your daughter." Her eye brows was part of a puppy dog look, it wasn't a full look, since she wasn't begging for anything except for 'please take me in' without the whole lip thing. He was quiet. She spoke again. "Daddy?"
