Can't Unseen What You've Seen
My life was pretty normal. I had a beautiful two story home. It had a huge backyard with lush green grass and a nice pool that we used often for hosting neighborhood get together or grill outs. I am an only child with two parents who adored me and yes I was spoiled since birth. Everything changed when I came home after work late in the night and found my father eating my mother. I was horrified. What I saw was etched into my brain forever and my life was forever changed. I stood in the doorway in shook; not believing what I was seeing. My father looked me dead in the eyes and charged after me. He tackled me and knocked me unconscious. I blacked out and before I knew it I was strapped to a table in a basement. My basement. I opened my blurry eyes and looked around. One lightbulb illuminated the small area I was in. I lifted up my head and looked to my left. There, my mother's body was sitting in a chair and she was pale. She had huge chunks of skin missing. I looked at her completely mortified. I looked to my left and saw my father. He looked just like my mother, all pale and missing skin. I heard the floor boards creak above my face. I could hear someone coming. I started to panic. I had no idea what was going on or what happened. The basement door opened and I inhaled deeply. I watched the door and saw a man walk slowly down the steps. I squinted to see his face but it was unclear. When he came closer I gasped. The man looking at me looked just like my dead father who was sitting next to me in a chair. He grinned and laughed. "I bet you're going to taste good." He smiled and made a huge deep cut on my stomach. I screamed loudly in pain and fear as I shot up and looked around. It was a dream. I told myself and rubbed my face. I saw I was safe and sound in my bed. Getting out of my bed I walked downstairs to see if Bobby was home. Bobby was a good friend of mine who saved me when I was twenty from a ghoul who tried eating me because that's was ghouls did. I noticed Bobby wasn't around and sighed. I hated being left alone. It was around ten o'clock and I heard car doors closing. I stepped to the window. And saw an extremely beat up Impala. Bobby and two men walked inside. One was tall and had longish hair. He was pretty cute. The other one had short sandy hair and wore a leather jacket. Both men looked pretty beat up. Bobby walked in behind the boys.
"Now you boys go rest. You need it." Bobby said as he shuffled past them and went back outside. I walked over to the boys slowly.
"Want a beer?" I offered thinking they probably wanted one since it looked like they went through hell and back. The short one looked me up and down.
"Who are you?" He asked looking confused.
"I'm Avery." I said and looked at the men. "And you are?"
"Sam. Dean." Dean said when he pointed to himself. I nodded.
"Winchester?"
"How did-"
"Bobby talks about you guys a lot." I said nonchalantly and walked over to the fridge and grabbed two cold ones. I walked back over and hand them one each. "Go sit and relax I'll make some breakfast." I said smiling and walked away again. I started making pancakes and eggs as I thought about why the two men were here. Maybe they got hurt bad on a hunt. No. Something big happened. I could see it in their faces. After twenty minutes passed breakfast was done and I walked to the living room with one plate in each hand.
"Here you go." I said setting the plates down on the coffee table in front of the men.
"Thanks." Sam said and smiled. His dimples showing. He started eating his meal in silence along with Dean. Bobby walked into the house.
"Your Impala is in back. Let me know what you want to do with it." Bobby told Dean and sat down and rubbed his face. He took a deep breath. I looked at everyone, wanting to say something but not sure what to say.
"Uh, well. Can I get you guys anything?" I offered and looked at Sam and Dean. They shook their heads and I nodded. I got up and left the room knowing they weren't going to talk anytime soon. Something was up and I wanted to know. I sighed and started cleaning up my breakfast mess for awhile stilling thinking about Sam and Dean. I walked out to the back and saw the extremely beat up 1967 Chevy Impala. All the glass was broke, paint was scratched and there many dents and dings all around the vehicle. It finally hit me. They got into an accident. That explained their beaten and bruised faces and why Bobby was gone for so long. He looked after them. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard Dean yell.
"HEY! Get away from my baby!" He yelled and stormed over to me. I jumped and stepped away. "What do you think you are doing?!" He yelled and stared at me. "Well?!"
"I-I-I was just looking at it. I didn't do anything to it I promise. I'm sorry."
"GET AWAY!" He roared and stood in front of me. I nodded and walked into the house quickly and ran upstairs to my room and shut the door. I took deep breaths and sat on my bed. Something more than an accident happened. I just knew it.