AUTHORS NOTE: Hello everyone, thank you so much for reading. I'll probably be uploading a chapter a day or maybe more. I have an idea of where this story is going so I hope I stick to it. Please review and tell me what you think, if I have any errors please let me know so I can fix them, thanks a bunch *kiss, kiss*
PS: After the line break, it continues from when you had the heart attack after John told you that your dad had died. Sorry if it seems confusing.
Chapter 3 - We All Have Secrets Of Our Own
You reached the motel after you had stopped and gotten something to eat. The girl's parents house was an hour away, so by the time you got back it was late. You were just about to put the key in the lock when you saw it was already open, you grabbed the gun from the waistband of your pants and made your way into the darkness slowly.
As you walked through the door, you flicked on the light in one smooth motion and then you stood up straight, looking pissed. You weren't really that shocked to see the Winchesters standing there looking at you. "Hey, we uh, need to talk" said Dean, looking at Sam as he said 'we'. "ok" You said, like you didn't care. You put your gun back into your pants and closed the doors, throwing the keys on the nearest dresser.
After the Winchesters explained everything, you feel like you couldn't breathe. The walls were closing in around you and you think you were having a panic attack. Which was weird because you hadn't had one in what felt like forever.
When you came back into the real world, you could hear the beeping of a hospital machine. You looked around the room to find John by your side, holding your hand. He looked up to see you were awake "Hey" he said in a gruff but gentle voice. A single tear fell down your cheek and he wiped it away. You couldn't bare to think what it was like not having your dad with you. You didn't think you would be able to cope. John explained how Bobby had taken the boys to the café area but you didn't care about that, you wanted to know what had happened.
You sat there and listened to John tell you that there were a pack of Alpha werewolves on a mission and your dad hunting them wasn't helping. They thought that he knew where the young but powerful bater was but he had no idea. They captured and tortured him for days until they turned their backs for a minute and he was gone, running off into the distant night, trying to save himself. Their leader, Kali clawed his throat out with her toe-claws (not sure if that is a thing, but it is now (= )
He finished telling you and all of a sudden your heart raced with hatred, you wanted them dead, even if you had to rip every part of this god forsaken hunk of dirt to find them. You would find and you would kill them and avenge your father, allowing him to rest in peace knowing the job is done.
Two days later, you got out of the hospital and went to go back to Bobby's, just for a little while until you could run away, from everything. Dean knew your plan though, he had felt the same way when Mary died. You were the one who rang him up and told him everything was going to be Ok, he didn't believe you but you weren't giving up. You were very stubborn and would never give up on anything, you weren't a quitter and neither was your dad.
Dean had come up to 'your' room at Bobby's to try and talk to you. He really didn't want you to leave. You were so tired of everyone telling you how sorry they were, they had no idea and Dean just being there, saying it again just made you snap. He started to talk but as soon as he did you went off at him, yelling through the tears streaming down your face saying that it wasn't 'ok'. He just stood there, looking shocked at what was coming out your mouth. He knew you were stubborn and he probably couldn't talk you out of it but you'd never hurt anyone before, emotionally or physically.
When you were out of breath you stopped, brushing the hair back out of your face. He asked what was wrong and you just told him you were tired of people saying they're sorry. So he did the only thing that pushed you fully over the edge. He said in a firm voice for a 13 year old, "I'm Sorry". That was it, you couldn't take it anymore. You screamed and left, he didn't mean to make you leave, he only wanted you to see that he really was sorry. And for that, you'll always hate him.