So you're probably going to notice that this is an OC story :)

NOTE:

THESE FIRST TEN CHAPTERS ARE SOPHIA AND COLIE GROWING UP. EACH CHAPTER WILL ALTERNATE FROM EACH GIRL. We've each done five chapters that are significant parts in the girl's lives.

For example, this chapter is me, Emily, but my Oc is Nicole (Colie as a nickname).

Morgan's is Sophia. :)

You might not get it, but don't worry, when we start the actual story, you will :)

I walked, and I walked, and I walked until my feet hurt. A car pulled up to the side of the road and two figures emerged. They began to walk towards me, but stopped about a foot away from me.

I'm not scared though. Because last year, he left me, and now she left me, and I nothing to be afraid of. Not him, not her, and not these guys.

They whispered things to me, so low I could barely hear them. I stood still. They approached me and brushed hair away from my face. And just like that, their eyes turned black, as black as coal. They gripped my arms and began pulling me towards the car. Instead of struggling, I let them drag me in silence. They seemed surprised, no screaming, so struggling, nothing.

They ended up bringing me to what looked like an abandoned warehouse. After they tied me to a chair they walked out of the room and I sat there, waiting to die.

The door flew open, and a man ran in, a gun in hand. He did something, making the two men scream and black smoke pour from their mouths. The man raced over to me and bent down to untie the bonds. "Are you okay?" he asked.

He untied my arms and I fell to the ground. Helping me up, he brought me towards his car outside, "Did they hurt you?"

"No," I muttered, clasping my hands together. He opened the door to his car and I got in. Why not go into a car with a stranger? He killed the bad guys, so why not trust the guy? I looked out the window.

After driving for about an hour, we arrived at an old bed and breakfast. Lights were on in some of the rooms. I had no idea how long I was walking, or how long I was actually in the warehouse. All I knew was that I was tired.

"I'm John," the man said, reaching across the steering wheel to shake my hand. I was hesitant, but shook it anyways, not revealing my name.

"What's your name?" he asked me. I shrugged and opened my car door, "You're quiet; just like my Sammy. He's eight, my oldest boy, Dean, is twelve." Why was he telling me all this? I got out of the car and swung the door shut. We began walking to a door but I stopped.

"Nicole," I began, "My name is Nicole... my dad used to call me Colie, and I'm eleven." It was hard to talk about dad, he was gone. I don't know why I told John this but I felt like I needed to tell someone.

"Where are you parents?"

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, "My dad died a year ago today, and my mom left me this morning."

"How do you know she's gone for good?" John asked me, pulling out the key for the motel room. "She told me. She said it was too hard for her to see me without thinking of my father. Then she left."

John nodded and unlocked the door, "I'm so sorry Nicole," he put a finger to his lips and said quietly, "They might be sleeping, so be quiet okay? Oh, and Sophia, she's not my kid, but she normally stays with me. There's this whole long story about how she began to travel with us, but I won't get into it now." I nodded, but as soon as he opened the door, a girl that looked to be about eight years old, ran and jumped into John's arms.

"John, Dean hit me and yesterday…" she trailed off when she noticed me, and backed away from John.

"Who's this?" She asked, jerking her chin towards me, giving me a look of disgust. "Soph, sweetheart, this is Nicole." Sophia looked me up and down, and then raced back to where she was sitting before. "Go ahead, make yourself comfortable." John said. I walked into the small room that was probably meant to be the living room, and saw two boys. One, who looked to be my age, meaning he was Dean, and another boy, who was probably Sam. Sophia was sitting in between the boys, leaning more on Dean, and glaring in my direction.

She immediately began to whisper something to Dean and Sam apparently, because both boys looked up. I felt my face getting hotter at the sudden attention. John walked up behind me and announced, "Sam, Dean, this is Nicole." John finished his introductions and grabbed a bag form the ground, "I have to go back out, Dean, and you're in charge. No more hitting Sophia either," he sent a firm looks over to his oldest son and then gave me a quick pat on the back.

As soon as he left to motel, Sophia began whisper, "Where do you think he found this one?" Oh my god. I wanted to hit her…so badly. I walked over to a chair and sat down, keeping my gaze on the floor. I looked up when I heard Sophia yelp, and noticed her holding her thigh, glaring at Dean.

"Do you talk?" she asked me.

I nodded and replied, "Yes."

"So where did John pick you up?"

"You're mom's house." I replied smoothly.

Sophia looked taken back, and I heard Sam chuckle behind her. Dean however sent a glare in my direction and reached forward to pull Sophia back to the couch. Her eyes were glossy and her cheeks were flushed.

"Seriously though, where did he find you?" Sam asked.

I shrugged and said, "I'm not sure where. All I know was it was an old factory. He came in and did something to the two creeps. Made this black smoke come out of their mouths."

"Who were they?" He asked again, leaning forward. I sighed and said, "I don't know, some creeps."

"Then why did dad go back out if he ganked them all?" Sam asked Dean, glancing in his direction. Dean shrugged and held Sophia's hand, trying to clam her down. "How'd they get you?" Dean asked me.

I looked at me hands and replied, "They came up to me and grabbed me."

"And you just let them take you!?" He exclaimed, his eyes widening.

"Why not? I mean, I've got nothing left."

"You don't?"

Sophia snorted and said; "You've got nothing left…" she was cut off by Dean putting a hand over her mouth.

I don't know why, but I felt weird. I mean, I trusted John, and it wasn't one of those weird feelings when you think someone's following you, one of those 'I don't belong here' kinds of feelings.

I wasn't about to spill my guts to a bunch of strangers though, so I looked at the television.

"Why not?" Damn, Dean was persistent. I shrugged again and replied, "I don't want to talk about it." I felt a lump rise in my throat, and tears begin to form in my eyes. Colie, get a damn grip, you're not going to cry. I reminded myself, taking a few deep breaths.

Sophia ripped her arm from Dean's grasp and stalked over to me, "Listen, Nicole right?" I was going to slap her.

"You see, the family, it's kind of packed now. No more room for anyone else." She gave me a smug look and crossed her arms across her chest.

"Listen, Sophia, right?" I retorted. The little girl tensed up but listened anyways, "I don't want to be here, and I'd rather I wasn't. See those guys? I let them take me. Ihoped, no, prayed, that they'd put a stop to the endless pain I have in my chest, but John had to come in and save the day. Whoopee. Now I'm here." I leaned back against the chair and glared at the little girl.

I felt Sam and Dean's gaze on me, but I continued to stare down the little girl. Dean looked at the clock and cleared his throat, "I think we should head to bed."

Fifteen minutes later, I could hear Sam snoring, Sophia murmuring incoherent things and Dean snoring as well.

Instead of falling asleep as well, I decided to pull on my shoes and open to motel room door.

I didn't get far though. I heard the door close and I looked back to see Dean running towards me. When he got close, he slowed to a stop and asked, "You're leaving?"

I nodded and said, "Didn't you hear Miss Priss? All the spots are taken here, and I have no business being here."

Dean put his hands in his pockets and said, "Soph's been through a lot, never really trusted a lot of people. She likes it being just the three of us."

I snorted and said, "Well then, don't let me spoil that." I started walking again, but Dean grabbed my hand and made me stop. I yanked it away however and whipped around to face him, "Look Dean just- just let me go, okay? I don't- can't get attached to anyone right now." I picked up my pace and started walking towards the road.

"Can't you just stay for the night? I'm sure my dad'll bring you home in the morning!"

I turned around again, almost plowing into Dean and yelled, "Don't you get it!? I don't have a home!"

I could tell he didn't really know what to say after that. So instead of saying anything, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into an extremely awkward embrace.

"Just stay the night. We'll get everything sorted in the morning."

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