Chapter 2 - Your Past Is My Past

When you were a child, your dad was the only one to look after you. Your mother died in birth and he just couldn't leave you with any one else. He always made sure you were properly fed and that you never got bored or lonely. Every weekend he would drive for two and a half hours just so you could go see your best friend Jo, at the Roadhouse. Mary treated the both of you like daughters and you, Jo and Dean were like brothers and sisters. At the time, you were all about 4, except for Sam, Mary was about three months pregnant with him. You had the best time, playing in the mud, pushing each other on the swings and driving down to the beach with everyone. They were the memories you cherished the most.

You three had been friends since you were two, which was really only two years then you moved. There days after Sam was born, you and your dad moved to Chicago, a big city with plenty of monsters to hunt. Of course at the time you had no idea what hunting was or that your dad was an ex-hunter himself, but you did know something was strange with your family. Especially when you were six and your dad always dropped you off a uncle Bobby's, (he wasn't really your uncle but thats what you called him because he seemed like family) you once stayed for five days straight before you saw your dad again.

A couple of moths later, your dad got a phone call while he was helping you with your homework. John and him were like brothers, they would die for each other, literally. John had told your dad about Mary, he was crying through the phone call, you could tell because your dad was crying too. He came upstairs to your bedroom after to tell you that Mary had passed away. You couldn't believe it and didn't want to.

For days on end, you kept telling yourself that you were accepting it and working through it. But the truth was that you weren't, you couldn't sleep at night and had trouble concentrating on almost everything. You developed anxiety and had panic attacks almost daily. Your dad didn't know what to do anymore, you had been to therapists and doctors but all they could tell you was that you just needed time. Your dad knew that wasn't an answer and so did you.

As soon as you turned eight and told your dad you were scared of something under the bed, he told you everything about the paranormal world. You thought it was just the anxiety making you aware of things that aren't really there but it was all real. You killed your first vampire when you were ten, your dad was so proud of you, even though this wasn't the life he or your mother wanted for you.

When you turned 13, your dad had dropped you off to live with Bobby for a couple of days. You were so excited because you hadn't seen him in about three years. On the second day you were there, John dropped Sam and Dean off, that was the first time you had ever seen Sam, Dean didn't look much different. As soon as John pulled up, you and Bobby walked out the front to see who it was. As soon as he saw you, he called out your name, you ran to him and he picked you up into a big hug. For some weird reason, you looked so similar to Mary in every way, you even had her golden curls.

Dean was excited to see you and gave you a hug as well but sam was confused as to who you were. When you got inside and Bobby explained everything, you and Sam became quite good friends, just like Mary said you would before you left. After 2 more days, your dad still hadn't returned and you were getting worried. Bobby had been trying his cell all day but he wasn't answering. That was when he got a call back from an officer saying the phone was found at a murder investigation. The werewolves your dad was hunting tortured him for four days before they killed him when he tried to escape. When John came in and told you the news, you couldn't breath. You had a panic attack but worse than ever before. They called an ambulance and tried to keep you awake, but it didn't matter, nothing could bring you back.