(Before You Read:
Oh joyous, Supernatural fanfiction. I freaking love Supernatural. P.S. Team Castiel for life. So why you ask is this all about Sir Dean Winchester? Not telling... but there may be a little angel action coming in the near future. So this is one of my many babies I will be posting. Without further ado... Read on hehe xoxo)
"He acts just like you, you know?"
My mother's voice rang in my head like an alarm as I stared at myself in the mirror. Green eyes were veiled by brown pointed eyebrows and lightly tanned skin. I looked angry, to say the least. Why, I didn't know anymore.
Alcohol crowded my bathroom sink. Various bottles, empty and filled, big and small. Sometimes I couldn't believe the person I'd become. But then, that was when an early memory snaps me back into reality, a memory I'd long forgotten its full extent years ago.
But her words just kept popping into my head.
I didn't want to act like John Winchester, I didn't want to be cruel or be distant. That wasn't who I was. But it seemed like every time I looked in the mirror, I resembled him more and more.
Running the water, I splashed some on my face to try and calm my nerves a little. My head snapped back up to the mirror reflexively, and I burned holes into my reflection, water dripping off my face.
It didn't change me at all. Still Dean Winchester, only this time a little more damp. With a sigh, I dried myself off and headed into the musty motel room. Sam sat on the bed, laptop propped on his knees as his eyes fixated on something on the screen.
"Come on Sammy," my gruff voice ordered to the young boy.
"I'm taking you to school."
Samuel Winchester, a teenager with long chestnut brown hair and clouded hazel eyes, looked up at me a bit surprised. I forced a smile, tugging at my leather jacket collar.
"Really? You don't have to… I can, uhh, take the bus." Ahh, normal Sammy, trying to be all good and not make any trouble for anyone.
"No, Sammy, I'll take you. Pack your stuff up, boy, don't leave me waiting." There I go again, sounding like dad. I shook my head at myself, wanting to rub my index fingers and go "shame shame shame" like a schoolgirl.
I know for a fact Dean Winchester is not no pansy schoolgirl.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sam hesitantly putting his books in his bag and shutting down his laptop. I swear that boy is bound to that thing by the hip.
I walk to the door, motel shag carpet crunching under my worn boots as I move forward. Sam is right behind me, bag slung over his slender body.
"Are you sober?" Sam blurts out unintentionally, I can presume.
"Hell yeah I'm sober. I wouldn't put your life in danger, Sammy." The door creaked eerily as I opened it, making me instantly regret our stay at "Super Motel 79".
We both stepped out into the fresh air of calm Riverview, Michigan, the one of the safest spots I could find for Sammy. We could live our lives peacefully here, if neither of us die from the mold in our motel.
"Wouldn't be the first time." Sam's whisper broke my thought process as I looked over at him scowling a little.
Internally, I forgave him for that snide remark, on the grounds that he wasn't lying. It pained me that that was the simple truth. But this place was a new start for both of us. A new school and new setting for my little brother, and new people that didn't know about my drinking problem.
A fresh start.
(Why oh why does my stories seem to be so short? I dunno... bleh... But I hope you liked it. Even though I seem like a noob *noob face mastered* I really enjoy reading the reviews you guys post and I'd love some constructive criticism or even some love.. Welp I'm gonna stop wasting your time... xoxo)
