My Supernatural Life
A Supernatural fan story
Part 2
Complications
Cicero, Indiana. Never thought I'd end up in this place again. But here I am, sitting at little Ben's birthday party. I personally think they should've waited for a party. A man had died. That's a reason to celebrate? Oh no, here comes Lisa. Shut up, brain.
"Are you enjoying the party?" Lisa asked. I looked at her.
"To be honest, not really. But it's nice to see Ben so happy." She looked over at him. That was my chance to escape. I snuck past her and ran off. I was just about to walk out the door when someone knocked.
"Yes?" I said, not even bothering to look at them.
"Oh, did I get the wrong house? I'm looking for Lisa Braeden." I looked up at the voice. It was him. The FBI agent from three years ago. Even if he recognized me, he surely didn't let on.
"No, you have the right house. Lisa!" I yelled, wanting to shrink. Lisa came over.
"What's up?" I gestured toward the door. Lisa walked up and her expression changed.
"Dean Winchester? Why are you here?" Dean Winchester? He can't be.
"Lisa, could I have a moment with Dean here?" She looked at me, then at him.
"Sure," she said, walking off. I turned around and pushed him out the door.
"What the hell?" he said.
"Shut up. I'll ask the questions." I pushed him again. "Are you really Dean Winchester?" His expression changed.
"Who wants to know?" I rolled my eyes.
"Me! Now tell me, are you or are you not Dean Winchester?" He didn't answer. I punched him in the mouth and he started to bleed.
"Son of a bitch!" he said. I looked behind him. There it was.
"Do you know you're endangering everyone here, including my good friend Lisa?" He just kept rubbing his cut. I sighed. I walked up to him and touched his lip. His wound immediately disappeared. He backed away from me.
"How did you do that? What are you?" I rolled my eyes.
"I'm not a demon, if you're wondering. And I know who you are because I met you!" Now it was his turn to roll his eyes.
"I know. We met at that party three years ago." My turn again.
"No, before that. Dean, don't you remember?" He shook his head. "My father knew your father, John Winchester. I met you whenever they went on hunting trips together." He stared at me.
"Dean, my name is Calla Singer, and my father is your close friend, Bobby Singer."
"How could you be Bobby's daughter? His wife died before they could have any children." I stared at him.
"I was adopted, you idiot," I said. "I learned how to hunt when I was five years old. I also researched everything ever known on hunting and the monsters involved in hunting when I was three."
"This is serious. We need to get to Sam." He walked over to the Impala and got in. I just stood there. He got back out and hoisted me over his shoulder.
"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?" I screamed at him.
"Making a delivery." He threw me in the back seat and drove. We finally arrived at this tiny hotel. As soon as we walked in, I saw him. That tall, handsome man. I ran up to him and gave him a hug. He looked at me, and then wrapped his arms around me.
"Sam." I whispered. We stopped hugging and he kissed me. I had forgotten what it felt like. I was glad I had forgotten, because it made the kiss ten times better.
"Ahem." Dean stared at us. I pulled away and looked at him.
"What?"
"When did this happen?" he asked, eyeing both of us.
"Doesn't matter. All that matters is that I'm with him again." I turned back around and kissed him again. It felt like heaven.
To Be Continued…
Characters from the show Supernatural are mentioned in this story. All belongs to the creators of Supernatural. Any resemblance is purely intentional and I did not create them. "Calla Singer" is my character and no else shall use said name. You may use the first name but not the last, and your character MAY NOT have resemblance to my character unless you say that it is not yours, and/or if you ask me.
