So this is going to be different from the other fanfics that I have made or I hope so. And the cover has nothing well something to do with the book. FWI.
I'd like to thank FanGirlNoLife, Winchestergirl1994, and Clowns or Midgets for the book idea. Their books gave me ideas for this book!
This book will have language, I hope humor, blood, romance, suicidal thoughts, death, and other sturff.
I know there's someone at the door, they call for help unless I'm sure. The music blasted out of the speakers of the car, Skylar sang along with the song. Passing each building in Kansas. But do I want to say goodbye to all the glowing eyes. I'm holding on to what I know, and what I know I must let go. the rest of the song was just a blur of noise as the car caved in on her. She wasn't paying any attention to her surroundings, so a semi-truck slammed into her. All she saw was a blur of people running towards her and fire. Sirens sounded in the blur of everything. She started to wheeze as she felt her lungs tighten. The cold concreate against her injured body didn't help as she tired to move but her body didn't listen. The noises didn't distract her from the pain that was surging through out her body. She howled as she tried to pull herself out of the wreckage. A man grabbed her arms and slowly pulled her out, the gravel going into her skin as she moved across the floor. She let out a sharp, painful breath as she turned on her back. Looking up at the blue and gray sky. The sirens got closer and louder, everything, it seemed, was intensified by 100. A paramedic ran over to her and put a flashlight in her eyes. Then she couldn't remember anything after that.
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She tried to open her eyes but the bright hospital lights blinded her. She turned her head away from the light to the oak door that didn't hurt her eyes. Her eyes opened as she heard something moving. There was a nurse with brown hair in a ponytail, a blue shirt on with white baggy pants on.
"You're awake, the doctor will be in soon." she said in a soft tone and walked out of the room. A few minutes later a tall, skinny, short haired, handsome doctor entered the room looking at the paperwork on the clipboard.
"Miss Winchester. Correct?" he asked as she noticed his eyes were some shade of brown that wasn't normal. It was between brown and a burgundy.
"Yes." every limb hurt when she breathed.
"So your results came back and you have 3 broken ribs and a broken leg." he looked up at the dirty blonde girl, that had emerald eyes if in the right light they looked like gems.
"And this is getting hit by a truck." she said as her ribs moved, her face showed the pain that she was in. She just noticed the cast on her left leg
He put the clipboard under his hands "Do you have any family members?" she sighed and thought of her two older brothers Dean and Sam. She didn't want to think about her father because what happened when she was younger, she will never forget. Sam was hunting with Dean the last time he called her and Dad was dead.
"I don't think they'd care." she turned away from the doctor and looked at the beige walls.
"They're family of course they care." his eyes were full of sympathy. "I'll call them." before she could protest he left the room and pulled out his phone.
Dean and Sam were I'm a crappy hotel after a hunt, a simple salt and burn, exhausted. Dean had his face in a pillow and Sam was taking a shower. He closed his eyes and felt the darkness consume him. Dean's phone started to ring which woke him up from his sleep.
"Hello?" his voice was gruff and tired. His eyes were half open as he put the phone up to his ear.
"Is this John Winchester?" the other end asked, Dean perked up, he was now fully awake x.
"He can't come to the phone right now. Who is this?"
"This Doctor Rangect. I have Skylar here. At St. Benedict Hospital in Lawrence, Kansas."
"What happened?" his heart broke as he heard that his youngest sibling was in the hospital.
"She got hit by a semi-truck." his heart shattered.
"Okay I'll be there." he hung up and started pack everything they had. Sam came out of the bathroom and saw Dean running around the room. Dean looked up at Sam his eyes, Sam dropped everything and started packing. They shoved everything in the trunk of the Impala and peeled out of the parking lot. The drive would take at least 3 or 5 hours since they were in Indiana.
"Dean what happened?" Sam looked at Dean who's eyes were fixed on the road. "Dean!" he stopped and put his head on the steering wheel. A long breath came out.
"The last time she was in the hospital was of d-." he didn't want to cry but tears fell onto his cheeks.
"Because of dad." it wasn't a question it was a statement. He didn't really want to know what happened but he some what did, his heart shattered as he knew that his father hurt his little sister. "Do you wanna talk about it?" Dean shook his head back and forth. The moonlight beamed onto the road.
"Dean?" a familiar voice said in the back seats.
"Dammit Cas!" Dean jumped as he saw Cas in the back, he ran his hand over his face and into his cropped hair.
"What happened?" the angel looked between Sam and Dean for answers.
"Our little sister got hit by a semi-truck, and Dean was telling me about the last time she was in the hospital."
"And that was because?" he was confused, what happened?
"Of dad, he saw her- she'll explain it when we get there." he looked at the road through the windshield. He restarted the car and continued to drive, thoughts were racing through his mind. I knew she should of never left. regret swirled through out Dean.
Skylar sat in the so called 'comfy' hospital bed, her mind going back to the day her dad put her in the hospital. Her leg started to throb which pulled her out of her painful thoughts. At any minute her brothers could walk through that door at any second and see her in that bed, looking like crap. The cuts on her face weren't that dad compared to the others her dad gave her or when she was hunting, she knew that if her brothers would drag her into the life of hunting again. No saying she didn't like it, it was just she didn't like killing things. Even if they weren't human.
The silence in the hospital was unsettling, the clock ticked every single second which annoyed her, a lot. Her short temper is what got her into school fights, fights with her brothers, and arguments with her father after hunts. Her personality was way different then Sam's or Dean's. She was stubborn, smart, annoying, sassy, caring, violent at times, a grudge holder, hyper, impatient, and not a morning person. But everybody thinks that she would be happy, smart, clever, sweet, caring, and all things good. No one knew her emotional problems like depression, panic attacks, a crap ton of doubt, and self loathing.
She acted tough like Dean but at times her barrier breaks and becomes a emotional mess, Dean was always the one that comforted her when she had those panic attacks and break downs, Sam, other the other hand, never saw her break down or she her have a panic attack. Every time she had one when John was alive he'd let her suffer and make sure that Dean never went near her, he said that she needed to 'Be strong' she never knew what he meant by that.
She heard talking in the hallway and knew who it was, her brothers. They entered the room Sam had longer hair and was taller than she last remembered, Dean well he hasn't changed one bit, and then there was a strange man standing awkwardly next to Dean. He had ruffled hair, blue eyes that were like gems, he was wearing a blue tie with a white shirt and a dirty brown trench coat. She looked back and forth from Dean to the mystery man.
"Sky how's you doing?" Sam asked as he looked at his beat up sister.
"I'm fine." she plainly said as she looked at Dean, she looked at the mystery man like 'who's he?'
"Oh! Sylar this is Castiel, he's an angel." Castiel smiled a slight smile that said 'hi, it's nice too meet you'.
"Hi Castiel." she looked into his blue eyes as if something was off, He titled his head to the side as if he didn't understand what she was looking for. Dean noticed this and it was just awkward silence. Then she retracted because she found what she was looking for, a smile grew on her lips as she looked at her brothers. "Soo, how's hunting?" she wanted to change the subject because Castiel's gaze was making her uneasy.
They explained everything that happened when she left, it wasn't really paying attention and they noted this.
"Are you hungry?" Dean asked again changing the subject.
"No I'm not." she looked at her hospital gown which she should of changed out of long before her brothers showed up. "Can I change?" she asked as she looked at the men. Dean looked at her like 'what?'
"Uh.. yea come on lets get some food." they all shuffled out of the room, she sighed and looked at the duffle next to her bed, their were sweatpants, t-shirts, hoodies, mostly all band merch. She held up a Fall Out Boy t-shirt, pulled out her favorite sweatpants, along with a FOB hoodie.
The three men exited the hospital and looked at their black car in the empty parking lot.
"Dean may I speak with you?" Castiel asked Dean as he looked at Sam.
"Yea, what's up?" this was the way he usally talked to Castiel.
"It's your sister." his eyes looked into Dean's.
"What do you mean?"
"I fee- feel uneasy around her, as if there was a force protecting her. A force that could kill me easily."
"What are you saying?"
"I don't know. I might just be a big misunderstanding."
"Okay, you watch over Skylar for me while were gone. Is that okay with you?" Dean wanted Skylar to be safe, no matter what the cost.
"Yes I will do that." Dean patted Castiel's back and entered the Impala. Castiel sighed as he opened the hospital door.
Castiel entered Skylar's room and saw her drawing in a notebook, and was listening to music. She pulled off her headphones and looked at Castiel.
"Dean wanted you to watch me while he went and got food." she looked at him with her emerald eyes.
"Yes." he nodded and sat down in a chair that a was right next to her bed.
"Okay." she whispered and continued to draw and continued to listen to Twenty One Pilots. Castiel looked over at her notebook to see what she was drawing, it was an weeping angel with it's wings torn, the sky was gray and black with rain coming down. Nor Dean or Sam could draw like that, they can only draw stick figures, not even that. She started to mouth something but he couldn't quite catch it, it's probably a song lyric. he thought. Castiel wanted to get to know Skylar since he knows everything about Sam and Dean, just one more Winchester to take care of and save.