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I do not own Supernatural. But I do own my OC October! Yeah, she's okay, but she's no Sam and Dean!
O.P.O.V.
"October, O-C-T-O-B-E-R" I spelled it out for him.
"Don't get smart." he narrowed his eyes at me. I pouted.
"Sorry, anyway, you know, you're kind of hard to find." I got up and took off my jacket.
"Didn't know I was being looked for." he replied.
"Yeah, well, I guess you guys are that good. I've been looking for you for a long time." I sat back down.
"How long?" Dean raised his eyebrows at me, and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Three years. On and off," I waved it away.
"Three years? You're just a kid." I glared at Sam.
"I'm fourteen, and would you stop saying that? I've been through a lot trying to find him," I looked at Dean and him.
"Like what? And where did you come from?"
"Well, as you know I came from my mother," I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah Dean, this ones really yours," Sam told him.
"Shut up," Dean mumbled.
"Well, I've been all over. I once followed you to New York, but I missed you by an hour." I told them.
"New York? When?" Sam raised his eyebrows at me.
"Two years ago. The last time I missed you, you guys were in D.C." they both looked shocked.
"You've been trailing us?" Dean exclaimed.
"You went all the way to D.C?" I think you know who said what.
"Oh, calm down cupcake. It's not like I was gonna hurt you or anything." I rolled my eyes at him. Sam laughed and Dean looked shocked.
"Did she just call me cupcake?" he asked Sam, Sam shook his head.
"Yeah, well, as I was saying, I've been all over the place, and it's not really the easiest thing to do when you're fourteen." I looked across the room and saw a gun sitting forgotten on a bed.
"Nice gun," I commented. He looked confused for a moment, and then looked at the gun and back to me.
"Don't tell me you have a gun too?" I smiled,
"No, but I know how to use one." his and Sam's eyes got wide.
"Oh, don't give me that look. It's not like I've ever killed anyone." I waved it away.
"Who taught you?" Sam asked me.
"I once had a good foster brother who had some, and one day he showed me how to use one." I smiled sadly. I would miss Joey. He was the only foster brother I had that had treated me nicely. And he didn't really show me how to use them… just let me hold them. Whatever, same thing, Right?
"Where is he now?" Sam questioned me. My voice was emotionless.
"He's dead." Sam looked at me with pity. Dean looked away awkwardly.
"How did he-"
"It wasn't anything supernatural. If that's what you're asking." I told Sam. He nodded.
"It was a long time ago." I told them. One year felt like a long time to me.
"Okay, now, I get why you're here and everything, but why are you alone? Do your foster Parents really not care?" I sighed.
"No, they don't care as long as they get a check at the end of the month." Dean looked pissed and Sam looked shocked.
"They probably think I just ran away again… and I kind of did." I smirked a little at the end.
"You've ran away before?" Sam asked me. I nodded.
"Oh, Yeah, how do you think I followed you guys anywhere? And they don't care anyway. I've only been with theses people for a few months." I hated them… they were rude, and only take in kids to have the extra money. My old bedroom was only big enough for one person and I was sharing it with two other girls.
"And you don't have to worry, I'm pretty sure I lost them." I told them. They looked confused and I realized what I had said.
"Lost, them?" I sighed.
"Sorry, wrong thing to say. I didn't mean to."
Dean looked at me like I was stupid. Who knows, I probably was.
"Okay little girl. What are you talking about, is someone following you? Your foster parents?" I sighed.
"No. No one is following me." Right now, I added in my thoughts.
"I think you're lying." he told me coldly.
"Dean," Sam warned him.
"No, Sam. She comes in here, tells me I'm her father, and then she says some people are following her, and she lies about it after she admits it herself." I kept my head down. I knew he was right. I had found them, and now I had to tell them the truth.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have even come here." I told them sadly as I got up from my seat.
"Oh, no, sit your ass, down." Dean ordered me. I did as he said and sat my ass back down.
"Who is following you?" I sighed.
"I don't know."
"Bull."
"No, I really don't know! I don't know who they are!" I told him. He looked troubled.
"Why the hell do you have people following you, anyways?" I sighed.
"Well, I don't know, I guess because they want to kill me!" I sapped at him. He and Sam went still.
"They want to kill you?" Sam asked slowly, and in disbelief.
"Yeah, that's the plan. Don't worried throe. I'll see them when they're close, and we can get out of here before they have a chance in hell!" I told them proudly.
"Whoa, whoa, back up Octy." I grinned. A nickname! I haven't had a nickname in so long! I felt like a kid in a candy store.
"Who the hell would follow you? You're just a kid." I glared at him.
"I'm fourteen!" he rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, a kid, now, what do theses…?"
"Hurters?" I helped him out. His eyebrows shot up.
"Hurters? You got hurters on your ass?" him and Sam had gotten up, and were walking back and forward questioning me.
"Their not hurters like you guys." I told them.
"But they do hurt some things…" I said slowly.
"Like?" Dean asked, waiting for my answer.
"Cashile's," I whispered.
"What?"
"Cashile's," I told him louder. He looked confused.
"What the hell is a Cashile?" Sam nodded his head, looking for more information as well. I sighed and pulled out my small black book from my backpack.
"I got this from my grandmother, right before she died. She passed a month after mom did. I know it was them." I saw his eyes harden, and his body was still.
"You're saying these people killed your mom?" I sighed. I didn't really want to get into all of this right away. I had a plan. I was just going to meet him, and then keep around if he wanted me too. I didn't want them to find him. And now I have an Uncle, too! I'm sure they would be able to take care of themselves if they were to find me. But they shouldn't have to, and I wouldn't let them even get close enough to take someone else from me!
"I know they did. They were trying to get to me." I whispered.
"Why would theses… hunters, want to hurt you, October?" Sam asked me softly.
"Because I'm different," I answered him.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm a freak," I looked at him with sad, hard eyes. He looked taken aback.
"That's okay; Sammy's a bit of a freak, too." I looked at Dean shocked, and Sam glared at him.
"What?" he mumbled.
"I was just trying to make her feel better…"
"Not the time, Dean," he told him.
"Now, what do you mean?"
"There are people out there, Sam. People who will do anything to clear the world of all but human life, not that Cashile's, are not human. They are. But theses hunters believe them to be evil. Not all of them are." I told them. They looked shocked and confused. Two of the only emotions I have seen them display.
"I've never heard of a Cashile," Sam told me.
"Yeah, and he's geek-boy." Dean smirked at him. I sighed.
"Most Cashile's live in secret." I told them.
"Most?" Dean raised one brow. I got up and moved to look out the small window in the room.
"There are some who live in the open; they are the ones who are hunted. A long time ago, there were much of them. They lived life in pace, and joy. They never did anything to anyone. Then theses…hunters if you will, they go by many names. They came, and everything changed." I told them. I then looked back at them.
"They set fire to their lands of pace. Some were taken and tortured. Others were left to be looked on as freaks. Outsiders. Nobodies. It drove them mad." I chuckled darkly.
"It forced many of them evil, and they were no longer a peaceful sight to be seen. They took, and they killed, and they made sure everyone around them life's were a living hell. All to revenge their forgotten land, Cendrillion," I finished, and took a deep breath.
"I've never heard of that before." Sam said, both confused, and annoyed.
"It's all true. Here." I handed him my book.
"Be careful with that. It's very old." I told him. He nodded and opened it to the first page.
"Cendrillion?"
"It's French. It means: "Of the ashes" they burned their home lands. It was only right for them to rename it." I told Dean.
"And Cashile?"
"Hidden; child of a concealed birth." he nodded.
"Why a conceal birth?" he questioned.
"Cashile's… how do I put this? They're not really born into it. It's wished upon them."
"Wished upon? You mean people wish this on themselves?" I shook my head.
"Oh, no, no. they can't wish it on themselves, and they can't unwished, it." I clarified.
"Then who wishes it on them?" Sam had gotten into the convection.
"No one really, When an elder Cashile comes across someone 'special'" I made air quotes with my fingers.
"It needs to keep the Cashile's line, going. It whispers, it wishes to them, it gives them power, it--it gives them a gift." I finished in a whisper.
"A gift? Like the tooth fairy?" I shook my head at Dean.
"No- wait. Is the tooth fairy real?" Dean gave me a W-T-F face, so I sighed.
"Sorry, stupid questioned. But no, not like the tooth fairy, it gives them a gift, and sometimes, it's not always so great a gift." I told them.
"Can they make as many Cashile's, as they want?" I nodded.
"Yes, most of the time, they just wonder upon, who is destined to become one. Other time's, it's wished upon them by past relatives."
"Why?" Sam wondered aloud. I sighed.
"It may help to protect them."
"From what?"
"Many things," I told him shortly.
"You sure know a lot about that stuff." Dean commented.
"Mm-hum," I nodded.
"Why do you?" I sighed.
"Because I have too," I told him simply.
"Yeah, okay. And how did you know we were here?" Sam asked of me. I bit my lip, and then looked up at them.
"I kind of saw it."
"Saw it?" Dean and Sam asked in unison.
"Yeah, I saw it."
"How?" I sighed, and moved the collar of my shirt to the side, so I could grab a hold of my necklace. I then showed them the necklace on its long chain, without taking it off.
"With My gift,"
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