So this is just a filler chapter because the next one is long. I promise the story will get better. Please leave a review if you read... Thanks. :)
Those next few months had to be the hardest of my life. Sam was considerate and knew how to take the hint. He would teach me to defend myself. He had a knack of letting me win just to show me how easy it could be. But, then he would make it almost impossible for me to win to show me how hard some things were going to be. Sam was more of an open book. We became quick friends and I felt I could tell him things I would never tell anyone else. He was sweet, caring and understood what it was like for me, he wanted nothing more to be just a normal kid but he knew that could never happen.
John would stop by every so often and teach me things like how to exercise a demon or how to kill a certain type of monster. He would ask me how I was doing with everything and every time my answer would be " This is all really unbelievable. Part of me still thinks I'm dreaming half the time." and he would always laugh and come back "Trust me Clara it is all very real." Then he would smile then leave. he and Dean hunted together a lot. Sam explained he was better at the whole researching thing. That's another thing I got really good at.
But Dean, he was a different story. He was cold, and acted way to old for his age. He was only 18 but acted like his father most of the time. Sam explained that Dean had liked being a hunter more than he had and Dean was just better at it. When Dean would come around I found myself trying to avoid him. he was very intimidating, yet charming at the same time. He showed me how to shoot. He had a great shot and he was doing his best to teach me. I'll admit the first few times I failed miserably but as the months went by I was a perfect shot.
Dean would shoot me reassuring little smirks but that's about it. he never really had much to say. I didn't take offence, I didn't know him and he didn't know. I was starting to get the impression hunters aren't the most friendly. Bobby was kind but rough around the edges. It took sometime for him to get used to me. He never told me other wise so i assumed he liked having some company.
I was getting used to living this life style. I know it sounds cold but I no longer missed my dad. Sure I thought about him from time to time but I stopped crying myself to sleep over it. I learned to shut out all my emotions just like the boys seemed to do. Sure it wasn't exactly healthy but it seemed less painful.
" Bobby!" John's voice yelled as he busted through the door. I was sitting on the couch and jumped up. Bobby ran to the door. As him and John turned to come to the living room Dean had his arms around both their shoulders as his hung. Sam was following quickly behind him with pure worry on his face.
Tin cliff hanger... So I'm sure you have noticed I am starting when Dean was about 18 and Sam was 15. I like building relationships.. because this one is going to be strong :) Review