Hey everyone! I know, I know. What's rule number one of writing? Never have more then one story, going at a time. (Judi McCoy, is going to be so mad at me when she finds out!) lol. Not to say the rest of my writing club won't be. But any who, I had this idea going around in my head for sometime now, and I wanted to put it down. Yes, I'm still going to be working on my other two stories, so I won't be able to update on this one all the time. About one update everyone eight days. I'm sorry, but I have to think about my other stories. But, if everyone like's this story better then my others, I'll update this one, much more! I know, let's make a deal: One update, every… ten reviews? So if you like it, review! Thank you!
I do not own Supernatural. I hate you Eric! No, I love you! No, I hate you! Oh, never mind!
T.P.O.V.
On the dark side of town, a young girl sighed as she walked the cold, wet streets, and hummed quietly to herself. It was dark. She shouldn't have been walking the streets of Chicago this late at night alone. but she had finally found him, and she would be damn if he got away again.
"You can do this," she kept repeating to herself.
"I can do this. I can do this." her voice got Stronger, and louder with each word. She was tall for her age, around 5'5 she wrapped her arms around herself before pushing her dark hair, out of her green eyes. She kept walking, hearing the snow crunch under her feet. She had come a long way to be here. And it wasn't easy. She was smart for her age. Real smart, and she used that to her advantage. She looked both ways, and then crossed 72nd street. Sighing as she saw her breath flow in the air. She didn't mind the cold. She liked it. In fact, her mother used to sit with her outside of their small home on at night and watch the stars. She used to tell her stories about the stars, about how she wondered if they really were as beautiful as they looked. And how she wondered if they were lonesome, being so far away. She missed those times. It hasn't been like that for a long time. She's been to a lot of places. Not all of them good. She frowned, thinking about that. She wanted a new start. that was part of the reason she was here. She heard loud music and yelling, as She passed by a bar, where drunks were falling out of laughing they're asses off, holding onto each other for dear life.
"Hey, pretty girl," one of the drunk man called to her. She quickens her paste, not even looking back.
"Be that way!" she heard the slurred voice shouted. she let out a breath of relief, when she heard them walking the other way. If she was right, she wasn't that far away from where she needed to be. She pushed her hair out of her face again. They don't call it the windy city for nothing. She thought to herself.
"It'll be worth it." she nodded to herself.
"It'll be worth it." she turned the corner.
Motel 89 blinked in red Flashing lights. Now or never, she took a deep breath, and walked across the street, a car almost hitting her.
"Learn to drive, dickhead!" she shouted after the beeping vehicle. She then huffed, rolling her green eyes.
"people." she walked across the parking lot, and passed by a beautiful, '67 Chevy Impala, she raised her brows, and nodded in approve. She then steeped over the curve, and walked passed a few doors. 399. 400. 401.
She ran her fingers through her hair, and fixed her jacket.
"Okay," she whispered.
"I can do this." she took a deep breath, and then knocked on the badly painted, red door. just like I saw it! she thought, happily. She then heard rushed voices, and the door cracked open inch by inch. Whoever it was opening the door, saw that it was a young girl and pushed the door open more.
"Can I help you?" a tall man with Longish, brown hair, and hazel brown eyes, asked politely. He's not what I thought he would be. The girl smiled, nevertheless.
"Are you Dean Winchester?" she asked with hope. The tall man frowned confused, and then looked behind him, into the room.
"No, hold on." he told her closing the door a little. She pushed her lips.
"Dean," the guy called.
"It's for you?" he sounded confused.
"Who is it?" she heard a deep voice ask. She felt her heart speed up. This is it. It's happening. The door fully opened, and a man with short dark hair, and deep green eyes, was standing there. It's him. She smiled.
"Can I help you?" he asked her confused. She smiled wider.
"Are you Dean Winchester?" she wanted to make sure.
"Who want's to know?" he asked carefully. It's him.
"Hi," she stared at him. It's really him!
"Hi?" he asked confused. She shook her head, and put her hand out.
"It's so good to meet you!" she was getting excited. He looked at her outstretched hand. After a good ten seconds, he took it, and shook it slowly.
"Who are you?" he asked, as he, and the tall man looked impatiently, at her. She smiled, and took a deep breath.
"You don't know me, but I'm October." she took another deep breath.
"Your daughter,"
The next chapter will be October's P.O.V. so, I would love some reviews! It makes me want to write and update faster! If you want to know when I'll update on this story again, look up, at the note on the top of this chapter. thank you! (more Info about everyone next chapter!) Please review!
P.S this was my first time, writing from third P.O.V!
~Angel
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