Life is beautiful. No matter what happens. Whether you grew up and lived your life successfully. Or living a poor; screwed up life. No matter what, life is worth living. That is what I learned. But now that my life is slowly reaching its end, I'm finally coming to realize it.
My name is Namine Charlotte Gibson. I am 25 years old. Over half my life, I was raised to do one and only job; hunting the Supernatural. When I was 7, my parents and 6 month old sister were killed in a mysterious fire NO ONE can explain. Hell, no one knows how I survived. But right after the funeral for my parents and sister, I was forced to move to London, England with my horrible aunt Bethany and her third husband Charles. When I turned 15, I had enough of the abuse and neglect, so I moved back to the United States. I found my dad's friend John Winchester and began to work with him and his two sons, Sam and Dean,on hunting the Supernatural. In little time I've known them, I fell head-over-heels in love with Sam Winchester, the youngest son. But when I was 18, he ran away to college. So me and Dean continued hunting with John until John disappeared when I was 21. So we needed Sam's help. Sam agreed to help us but only for a few days. As soon as he went back, his girlfriend Jessica, was killed by the demon that killed their mother. So in search for that demon. But it cost Sam's life. And because of his death, Dean made a deal with a cross road demon to bring Sam back. Sam came back to life but Dean only had one year to live. We went in for a search to break the deal. but it was too late...and Dean went to Hell.
I stood in the middle, my wrists chained to the outside of the demonic circle. I tried to pull away from my bonds, but the chains were too tight and they cut through my skin. Blood rained from my wrists and onto the symbol. Tears flowed down my face, mixing in with my blood.
"Sam! Dean! Cas!" I cried. Shadows of humans, swarmed around the circle. As they approached, they're eyes glistened black. Tongues of Latin filled the air, combining with my cries for my friends.
But suddenly, the symbol began to shine blinding light. Agonizing pain rushed through my body. I screamed wordlessly, the light consuming me. A single tear fell from my eye, thinking of him one last time...
My eyes shot open and I gasped for air. I stared at the ceiling of my hotel room. Sweat rolled down my forehead as I slowly caught my breathe. I sat up, pulling my knees to my chest and I hugged them close to me.
'Its nothing but a dream, Namine. Nothing but a dream.' I thought to myself. I took a deep breath and fell back onto my pillows.
My nights have been filled with blood, horror and death. Some of my own deaths. Others are of memories of Dean's death.
I missed him terribly. He was like a brother to me. He was my best friend who was always there for me. its been 4 months since Lilith sicked her hellhounds to gut Dean alive. Me, Sammy and Bobby fell apart. Me and Sam hunted together for a short period of time until one morning I wake up and he was 3 towns away. I hate the fact he left me alone to hunt. But I can't help the fact I love him so damn much. I can't seem to figure out why I still do.
I haven't talked to Bobby in a few weeks. I haven't got the gut to tell him I have been hunting for 3 months alone. I tried to call Sam but out of everything, he disconnected his phone. I hate that I love him so much!
My cell phone rang, cutting through my thoughts. I snatched it from the nightstand and answered it.
"Hello?" I said in a hoarse voice.
"Did I wake you, Namine?" came Bobby's voice, ringing through the other end. I smiled, pushing my black hair behind my ear.
"Nah, I've been awake for 5 minutes now." I said. Bobby chuckled.
"Okay, okay. Is Sam with you? I keep calling his cell phone but its been disconnected." Bobby said. My heart fell hard on the floor and shattered.
"Bobby, Sam isn't-well, hasn't been with me for 3 months." I said softly.
"Are you telling me, you've been alone for 3 months, hunting!" Bobby said, raising his voice.
"I've done a pretty damn good job without Sam or Dean! But it is not the same without Dean's humorous remarks and Sam's comments back. Nothing is the same without Dean." I said sheepishly. Bobby sighed.
"How far are you from my house?" he asked. I blinked, trying to calculate how far I am.
"At least 2 towns away. Why?" I said.
"I need you here ASAP!" Bobby said. There was a click and the line went dead. I closed my phone and sighed. I ran my fingers through my hair. I know that Bobby is mad at Sam for leaving me. I guess I should be mad too. But I can't seem to be mad. I forgave him the moment he left.
I missed Sam a lot. I wish I can see him again. I was heart-broken to see him in the state that he was in after Dean died. I stayed with him as long as I could until he left. I should really hate him but I just can't. And to top everything off, he left me for Ruby.I have known Sam for 11 years and he trusts a demon over me. And I know she is manipulating him. Another perfect reason to hate him. But I can't.
I threw the covers of of me and got out of bed. I walked to the bathroom, grabbing my clothes and towel along the way.
I walked out of the hotel, heading to my truck. Well...John's truck. Now since he was been dead for 2 years, its all mine. I climbed in, throwing my bag in the back. On the dashboard, was a picture of John, 21 year old Dean, 16 year old me and 17 year old Sam. This was taken a year after I met them. I smiled and put the key in the ignition and started the truck. I put the truck into drive and drove off out of the hotel parking lot and onto the main highway.
I began to feel drowsy at the wheel as I nervously stared at the road. What the hell is going on with me? Just as I blinked, an eerie screeching sound filled the truck. I covered my ears to block out the sound. The truck drove off the side of the road and into a ditch. The sound got louder and then everything shattered, shards of glass slicing through my arms and face.
It felt like my ears were bleeding. My arms and face were stinging in pain as blood seep down my arms and cheeks. The eerie sound continued until...silence...dead silence. I slowly lift my head and looked around. There was nothing but an empty road. My heart pounded in my chest as I slowly reached for the wheel. I was terrified. I don't know what happened. I was now fully awake.
I was still shaken up when I walked to Bobby's front step. I nervously knocked on the door. I felt blood slowly flow down my face. The cuts were still stinging. And I know I feel glass in some of the scars.
Bobby opened the door, his eyes widened in horror.
"Dear God, Namine! What happened to you?" he cried. He pulled me inside.
"I-I don't know. I was driving and there was this noise. Worse than nails on a chalkboard noise. Everything in my truck shattered." I said.
"You too?" came a voice from another room. My eyes widened in disbelief. I know that voice. That voice I haven't heard in a long time. I turned to see if I wasn't imaginating anything.
"Hey, Namine. Did you miss me?" Dean Winchester said, his arms opened to me.