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Author's Note: This story will be slightly AU just as a forewarning. Also, this is my first Supernatural fanfic so please don't judge me too harshly. Thank you! I hope you guys will enjoy my story.
His fingers tapped impatiently against the steering wheel, glancing every few moments at his rearview mirror. He really hated the traffic in this town. He had already been there longer than he would have liked. It really couldn't be helped though. He had needed to restock on supplies and get a few other necessities. It hadn't taken long, thank goodness, but the traffic was terrible. He should be on the highway by now!
He was feeling quite annoyed at all the red lights he kept hitting. Just another case of Winchester luck he supposed. It was extremely frustrating. He wanted to get to California by tonight, but that didn't look very plausible now. He was losing precious time because of the stupid traffic. He really should have found a store closer to the highway instead of hitting the nearest one to his hotel. It was too late for those regrets now. He had to pay the consequences and sit through traffic.
He glanced once more at his rearview mirror. A soft smile tugged at his lips as he watched his backseat passenger sleep. He was thankful he didn't have to worry about his passenger. That seemed to be the only thing that was going smoothly for him in the past few days. There had been little time to pause and think about things. Besides, it wasn't like him to stop and figure things out, not in circumstances like this. Action was more important than thinking things through. He didn't have time to waste. He had to get out and away to California.
He would have stopped by Bobby's, but he didn't have that luxury. He was nowhere near South Dakota, so he had to remain content with calling his father's old friend. A visit was seriously out of the question at this point of time.
He felt his lips twitch to form a slight smirk. He knew if he had been to Bobby's that he would get quite an earful about his latest incident. He could almost hear the man now.
"Dean Winchester, you idjit! What have you got yourself into this time?!"
His smirk faded to a thin line. If only Bobby knew how much trouble he was in this time.
It had all started about two weeks ago. One of those standard ghost hunts, easy salt and burn. He had just finished up when he had gotten a lead on Yellow Eyes. It was finally his chance to avenge his mom's death and possibly get back in touch with his dad. He couldn't let this opportunity pass him by. If he had known what was going to happen… he might not have jumped the gun on this chance.
One week ago…
Dean stared in disbelief. There was just no way this could be happening. He looked over at the dead demon, wishing it could give him more answers. That wasn't about to happen any time soon sadly. He had to solve this all on his own. No surprise really, but a guy can hope, can't he? This seriously could not be happening to him. It was a lot wrap his mind around.
How the hell did this happen… and how the hell was he supposed to fix this mess? It wasn't even his to begin with!
"That's what you want to think," the demon's voice seemed to still be lingering.
After all, this really couldn't be his mess. Yes, he had screwed up on numerous occasions, but there was no way he could have created this catastrophe.
"Tsk, Tsk. More excuses?"
"Oh shut up!"
Who was he kidding… these demons weren't just about to "go away."
His hands were wrapped around his head subconsciously, ready to tear his hair out. Frustration, anger, hurt, sorrow, hate. They were all bubbling inside him, threatening to burst out at any moment. This was all so messed up! This really really really couldn't be happening to him. Things were already bad enough as it was.
Tuuuug, tug.
Startled by the sudden movement, Dean pulled himself out of his thoughts. He was in a slight daze as a pair of large hazel eyes looked into his. He had almost forgotten that he wasn't alone. He had gotten rather used to being along (though he truly loathed being alone). But… if this was how things were going to be, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. He wouldn't be alone.
"H-hey…" His voice was a little gruff and scratchy. It had been awhile since he had heard his own voice. Not much talking happens when you are hunting on your own. "I'm Dean."
He almost barely heard the reply, but he managed to catch the soft spoken words. And what he heard made his heart drop.
"Daddy?"