Hey! This is a one shot; i didn't even give my character a name!
If you like it let me know and i will maybe make it into a season? Any idea's for a name for her? Anyway enjoy (: xoxo
"I don't really remember much about it...it felt like years not mouths. Everything was so bloody. The walls where made from what looked like human bone and muscle...I'd soled my solo for my sister Sara. I don't even know if she's still alive. My Dad raised us to be hunters after are mom was turned my dad went round killed every vampire he could . . . i killed my first vamp when i was 11. Just 11 and I'd become a killer! My Dad died...in a car crash off all things and so it was just me and my sister. We carried on hunting but not just vampire sprits, werewolves, wend egos and demons.
And there was this one demon Tyson, he...tricked my sister into making a deal. Her life for my mom's which of course was a trick nothing could bring back our mom and i new that. So i went to the cross roads and Lilith has been after my blood for mouths jumped at the chance to have me on the rack in hell. I didn't even get to say goodbye. As soon as the deal was set...i heard barking, growls...hell hounds, which had come to rip the flesh of my bones. I woke up on the rack hooks in my arms my legs...i remember screaming and yelling please just get me out! And for 50 years i stayed on that rack never moving just in pain. Until i feel this burning pain in the back of my head and my eyes were on fire. When i opened them again i was in a coffin...i dug myself out and bumped into you"
I sat with Dean Winchester on the grass by my open and empty grave, just like me he has crawled out of his own grave only minutes before me. We where both coved with mud and dust but both seem unhurt.
It was obvious that my sister had picked out the clothes i was wearing...black skinny jeans that fitted my curves and my small purple tank top and black Chuck Taylors my cross necklace was still around my neck. My blond hair was running down my back and off my face.
"We should find some...shelter before it gets dark" Dean said standing up i followed him into the dark trees.
It was raining when we found the nearest pay phone.
I stood outside while Dean rang his brother, everything seemed so different. I looked down at my right arm before i went to hell there was a scar on my writs from a hunt...it was gone. I sighed. The burning started again, but on my side this time, not bothering to check anyone was looking, i lifted my top up and gasped a hand print? Someone...or something pulled me from the pit? Dean walked over eyeing my flat stomach and curves.
"Dean...
I walked over to him and pulled his shirt up he laughed and i rolled my eyes
MEN!
Dean had the same hand print.
"What the...!
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