Hi! I was watching the music video to Habits by Tove Lo and I was so upset about the fries so upset she just through them away so sad.

I decided to stick with the shows swearing from now on. *Warning abuse in this chapter*

Anyway disclaimer same as usual.

Here Ya Go!

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Chapter 7: Sorry Sir!

We had to finish the case before we could go to New York and this was going to be simple because it was just a vengeful spirit. Pfft Easy.

So I was just guarding the boys. Including Sam because he decided to start young with a 'Training exercise'. Dean and I were not to happy but we could never talk back or a small sharp slap on the arm would happen in return. (Sorry but I re-watched the show and thought John wasn't a very good parent so lets say he got harsh right about now).

Then out of no were my shotgun was snatched and I was pushed in to a ditch were I was yelled at to stay there and I doubt I could even get up because my ankle was twisted.

I was bait "Well, damn." I murmured to myself. I felt degraded by this action because usually I am treated with respect even by Sam.

I sat there just thinking about how we got to go to New York and this was probaly worth it.

That was before I was lifted up by my throat and thrown in to another memory.

/FlashBack/

Another one of the times I was seven and mom was raging, fuming actually, but she had me her perfect punching bag.

She wasn't as harsh on me when I was younger but as I got older I was her bitch.

But this time she was being pretty bad she enjoyed whipping me on my front at this point.

So she bought a black snake whip draged me to my room so Rose wouldn't hear and started going at it real bad then something odd happened.

/End Flasback/

My mom turned into an ugly rotting women that was cutting my face . Then I realized it.

The ghost was getting me. I hated to sound weak but I screamed out "Dean" a few pitches higher than normal.

The ghost started to burn and dropped me despite my screaming ankle I maneged to stand and walk over to were the boys were standing and smiled.

All with a sprained ankle and blood running down my face. I reached up and felt the scratch and it was deep it ran from the corner of my eye to the corner of my lip on the left side.

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We went into the room victorious except for John he dropped us off and left us there.

We happily unlocked the door and the cut completly forgotten I went in normally then after a few minutes of standing I started to sway then all went black as I hit the floor.

(A couple hours later) I woke up in darkness triyng to remeber what happened then it all came back. I was lying on the motels couch at about ten a night.

I got up feeling a little woozy and had a slight headache while limping over to the bathroom to get some asprin I almost fell over.

I finally got there and shut and locked the door I flipped the light switched on and dug around for the asprin.

Finding It I went "A-HA!" But then I remebered that other people were asleep so I just popped the pills and drank from the sink.

Then I pulled the razor I cleaned from the pocket of my jeans one of the only pairs I owned. I examined it then whispered "No."

But I thought just one little cut you'll feel better. It will make you smile. "NO!" I said much louder.

So I walked out of the bathroom not caring who I woke up. Then i went to Dean and on his nightstand I slammed the razor down and said "Their i'm done you better keep it that way."

So he smiled and pulled me to him in a hug then he kissed my cheek saying "Thats my Angel."

We must of dozed off because next thing I know I was being woken by the sound of the Impala so getting into the floor padding that was made a while ago was a little difficult but I managed it.

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"New York, New York, New York!" I woke up to the sound of Sam yelling. "Ok, Calm down Sammy or I will go back to sleep!" I replied trying to say serious then ened up laughing.

(A Few Minutes later) "Angel, Sam go take the stuff and get in the car. Dean and I will double check the room." John said "Oh Angel keep him safe." I response i touched my gun and nodded.

"O-Kay Sam lets go" I said we grapped all the stuff which wasn't alot but enough and threw in in the trunk.

Then we climed in back Sam's a kid and John only lets Dean sit in the front. Sam and I just chatted mostly Sam about what New York would be like.

Then Dean and John came out a little while later and climed in the car we set off to New York from Pittsburg,Pensilvena.

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We were finally here. So, we went and saw some sights got pizza and went to the motel room.

John and Sammy conked out from the excitment. So Dean and I formed a plan.

We decided to sneak out and go to CBGB. Once we got there we snuck in.

"Damn" Dean said in suprise. So there was this guy on stage with a mohawk screaming in the microphone people were snorting drugs and drinking watever.

Then a girl a few years older than us bright green hair blue eyes came up and said "Come sit at our table."

So we followed her and sat down and some ahnded us cheap beer in plastic cups. I downed it in several second enjoying the numbness and bite of the acohol.

After a few drinks I decided to do something crazy. I grabbed Dean by the hand and pulled him down to the tatto shop that was there.

I had brought some money like at least three hundred of the cash in my wallet. I payed the guy two hundred. Fifty bucks over just to get the tattoo.

I didn't let Dean see it but about and hour later it was done and I showed him. It was his name right below my navel.

He smirked kissed it and pulled me up and out of the shop. We drank more of anything. Then we sat back down for a make out session. But in between kisses he said "I.*Kiss* Love. *Kiss* You. *Kiss*"

Then after that I got of and smiled at him then the room starts spinning real I heard a deep voice say "Angel Berthe. Dean Winchester."

Everything stood still for what seemed like forever then some radom guy from our table said "Sorry Sir!"

To John-Frigging-Winchester. We left immediately and both sat in the back me I had to Dean out of some sort of fear.

Then we started complaining how John never let us do things fun then Dean said "I wish I had a different father"

John stopped the Impala turned around and said "Angel Dean, If you don't like me fine. But its not my job to be liked. Its my job to raise you right."

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Peace out: Nikki Ozera-Winchester