We walked down the hallway and into the kitchen where a girl with short red hair sat at the table. When she saw us walking in she smiled so brightly it lit up the entire room
"Sam!" She exclaimed, getting up and making her way over to him
"Hey Charlie" Sam said smiling and giving her a hug "Where have you been? Long time no see"
"Around" She responded casually. She turned to me "You must be Mo!"
"Yeah" I responded awkwardly
"It's great to finally meet you!" She exclaimed and gave me a hug. I immediately stiffened, I wasn't the huggy type of person and people touching me was usually a big no no. But Charlie didn't seem to notice "Dean has told me so much about you! From what he says you're just like them, although no one can be exactly like you Winchesters…" She was babbling excitedly and I was a little shocked as she continued "So do you have a phone number? I should probably put you in my contacts, Mo Winchester?"
My eyes widened at the use of that name with mine "Um, Mo- or Moriah Bamonte-Grebis… Actually"
Charlie still seemed oblivious to my discomfort "Bamonte-Grebis? Is that German?" She asked curiously
"Um, no. I'm not German at all, actually. The Bamonte part is my mom's last name, it's Italian, and Grebis is my dad's last name, I think it's Scottish"
"Why don't you go by Winchester now?" Charlie asked
"Uh..." Sam jumped in, thankfully seeing my discomfort
"Woah, Charlie. Easy what the questions. She just got here like an hour ago" It had only been an hour?!
Charlie smiled apologetically at me "Sorry, I just got so excited that I wasn't the only girl in the bunch anymore"
I smiled back "All good"
"Okay" Charlie said "Let's watch a movie"
Charlie had picked the 6th Harry Potter movie. Elijah loved these movies and we would watch them together all the time, but I tried not to think about that. Charlie, Sam, and Dean were sitting on the couch. Dean on the right, Charlie in the middle, and Sam on the left. I was sitting on the floor leaning against the couch.
As the movie went on, I got a little bored because I've seen it at least 50 times now. I shifted and turned sideways so that I was laying down against the side of the couch. I put my arms behind my head and closed my eyes, though behind my eyelids I could still make out the flashing lights of the movie. I started to drift off, I was halfway asleep when I heard a scream. But my eyes wouldn't open. I looked to my left and to my right and I couldn't see anything. Everything was dark, this black inky fog surrounding my entire body. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see, I was choking on it. I tried to inhale but just got a mouthful of black fog that was suffocating me.
Then everything was bright. I could breathe again, I gulped down air and tried to steady my breathing. I began to take in my surroundings; in front of me was a metal tray with scalpels, hooks, wire and more things I couldn't make out. I looked down to see I was strapped to a cold metal chair-
I heard the sound of a swinging door and I looked up, the demon. The demon that killed my family was right in front of me, but his image flickered and then it was John then back to the demon again. He picked up a nasty looking scalpel and walked towards me. I began to pull against my restraints, squirming and yanking on them. But there wasn't anything I could do. The demons form kept flickering between him and John. Then he began to drag the scalpel against my skin. I started screaming and he stopped. He dropped the scalpel and began to wrap his hands around my neck and squeezed. I felt all the air get clogged up in my lungs and I tried, I tried so hard to breathe but I couldn't get any air. I began coughing, although it wasn't really a cough, due to the fact that I was being strangled, it was more of an attempt at a wheeze.
My eyes flew open. I gulped in air, then I noticed a man with bright blue eyes and messy black hair touching two fingers to my forehead. I scrambled away and off of whatever I was laying on and ran behind it, then I quickly felt two hands on my shoulders and I was spun around. I tried to move away but Sam's voice caught my attention
"Woah! Mo, Mo it's ok! Calm down, breathe Mo. Just breathe"
My wide eyes went up to meet his and I began to breathe a little slower. My breaths were almost even then I remembered what had happened and my breathing picked up again. Was that a dream? It had to have been a dream. Was this a dream? Was this whole thing ever even real? Did I imagine it all?
"Moriah. Match your breaths to mine" Sam said
It took a second but I began to slow down my breathing again. I tried to match his and after a little bit it worked. I sat there for a second afterwards and made sure I was still breathing slowly. Then I looked up again and proceeded to look around. Dean was off to my right staring at me with concern and Sam took his hand off my shoulders. I was behind the couch and I leaned against the back of it. "Well that's a hell of a way to wake up" I said, trying to break the silence
"Are you ok?" Dean asked
"Yeah, I'm fine" I said. Dean raised his eyebrows in disbelief and opened his mouth to say something but I didn't give him the chance "So, uh, what happened exactly?"
"Well, you fell asleep halfway through the movie last night so Dean brought you to your room." Sam began slowly "And three hours later at about one in the morning we could hear you coughing from your room. I went to check on you and it was like you were suffocating in your sleep or something" Sam continued, squinting his eyes "when we couldn't wake you up, we brought you out here and called our friend- Cas, but you'll hear more about him later. Cas couldn't wake you up but he stopped your coughing. Then you started to scream, and we still couldn't wake you up. We didn't know what was happening but you eventually stopped screaming and we thought it was over…" Sam trailed off
"But..?" I asked
"You started to choke. Again. We thought for sure you were going to choke to death but Cas was finally able to wake you up, and, well now we're here"
"Nightmares man, gotta love 'em" I said sarcastically
"What was it about?" Dean asked, eyeing me in a concerned way
"I don't even remember it" I said in a very unconvincing tone
"You really don't remember it, huh?" Dean asked, obviously being able to tell that I was lying
"Nope" I said plainly
"Moriah" He said in a way that made realize that I couldn't lie
"Look, it was different then the nightmares I usually have, I could feel everything but I wouldn't wake up" I said reluctantly, obviously not talking about everything
"Maybe it wasn't even a dream" Sam said
Dean and I turned to him "What?" We asked in unison
Sam looked at both of us for a second "Woah, ok that sounded weird, but, like doesn't it kinda make sense? I don't really know what happened but she said she could feel things and we couldn't wake her up, so?"
"I mean I guess that would make sense but that's a pretty big jump to a conclusion, besides, what would have been happening?" Dean asked
"Witches curse?" Sam replied, scratching the back of his head
"Why would a witch want to curse Mo?" Dean asked, shaking his head
"News travels fast Dean, people must know that we have a little sister now" Sam responded while awkwardly glancing at me
I visibly stiffened at that sentence "Well how many people have you guys told? And why would someone come after me, I'm not that special" I said
"Crowley knows and that's enough evidence" Sam said with some distaste
"Ah, yes. The king of Hell, who, I'm assuming, did nothing to stop that demon from killing my family. I haven't even met him and he seems like a bundle of joy!" Sarcasm dripped from my words
Sam shot me a sympathetic glance "We'll talk about it when we wake up, it's probably a good idea to go back to sleep. This is too confusing of an issue to talk about at this time"
"Yeah, I need to get some more sleep if I'm going to be able to function tomorrow" Dean said while tiredly rubbing his eyes
"Yes, you both seem very tired" A deep gravelly voice said next to me
"Holy fuck!" I yelped in a voice an octave too high and jumped back. But the couch was behind me so I did an accidental backwards somersault down the couch and sat up quickly on the ground
Sam and Dean were laughing hysterically and I turned my head to see the man with black hair and bright blue eyes giving me an apologetic smile "Sorry" he said while chuckling "I didn't mean to startle you"
I began to laugh too and after a minutes I realized I didn't know who this blue-eyed guy was. I said "This is funny and all, but I still have no idea who the hell this is" With slightly raised eyebrows as I gestured towards the man
It took them a second to finish laughing "Mo, this is Cas. Cas, this is Mo"
"Ah, so you're the famous Cas that Dean never stops talking about" I said, then noticed Dean and Cas both blushing, although Dean was a much deeper shade. Dean unintentionally blabbered on and on about his best friend
Sam seemed to notice too and rolled his eyes. I shot him a questioning glance and he mouthed 'I'll tell you later' at me. So I just nodded my head and stood up from my position on the ground "Well you boys better get to bed if you're still gonna sleep" I said stretching my arms
"Aren't you going back to sleep too?" Sam asked me, obviously trying to hide his concern
"Nope, I've had enough nightmares for one day" I said while moving to walk down the hallway
"Oh, ok" Sam said, still oblivious about how much concern he was showing
I walked down the hallway to my room and opened the door to walk inside. I was about to step in when a voice next to me made me jump
"Hey, Mo- Whoa! You're really jumpy today" I turned to see Dean
I offered an apologetic smile "Sorry" I said
"Well I guess I would be jumpy too, after almost dying in my sleep" Dean responded with a grin
"Yep" I said "Are you still going back to sleep?"
"Well, maybe. I was thinking that now would be a good time to talk, about…" Dean trailed off
"Ah" I said "So… Let's do this in an easy way, just ask a question I'll answer it, and.. No judgement?"
"No judgement" Dean agreed with me
"Ok, shoot" I said, hiding my nervousness from my voice
"Ok.. Do you like John?" Dean started with
"Nope"
"Why did you stay with him?"
"I didn't have anywhere else to go"
"Did he abuse you?"
"Yes, you already knew that"
"Did he do anything else to you?"
"Yes"
"What else did he do?"
I took a deep breath "He raped me" I said plainly
Dean took a sharp inhale of breath "Why would he do that?"
"How the hell do you expect me to know?!" I responded a little angrily
"Sorry, it's just-" Dean didn't get to finish
"It's just what? I mean you already suspected it so why are you so surprised? I get I'm weak, I get I'm some sad lonely teenage girl who can't stand up for herself or whatever. I get it. Ok? I don't need you going on telling me that-"
Dean cut me off "Whoa! Calm down, I don't think you're any of those things! You're not! Ok? You shouldn't think that you are either"
"Mhm" I said nodding my head slowly and sarcastically "Go to bed Dean, both of us don't have to be up all night"
I took a step inside my door and was about to close when Dean said "Hey, Mo"
I reluctantly turned around "Yeah?"
"Tomorrow I'm gonna teach you how to use a gun, if you're going to be staying with us you should know how to" Dean said. I could tell he wanted to say something else but he didn't
I already knew how to use a gun but I just said "Ok" and closed the door after giving him a small smile. I flopped back down on the bed looked up at the ceiling. Noticing every chip in the paint. Denying myself what I needed, trying to will myself to just stay in bed. But I couldn't. I couldn't do it anymore, I couldn't hold off.
I sat up and turned to the side, facing the wall had all my pocket knives on it. I grabbed my favorite one, the one Sam was looking at earlier. I flipped it open and stared at the blade, it's sharp angle running in a small curve, glinting in the artificial light. I shakily stood up and made my way into the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror I looked at myself, studying every curve and every angle. I was disgusting. I didn't want this body, this body that John had touched and cut. I didn't want it. I took the blade and lifted my shirt partially up, seeing the scars that littered my body on my hips. These were not made by John so in a way I was kinda fond of them. I took the blade of my pocket knife and pressed it against the skin above my hip, then I dragged it across. I sighed as I felt the familiar pain of the cut and watched the blood bloom out from inside the slash. I proceeded to cut again, and again, and again. I lost track of how many I had made when I looked down and was shocked to see at least 10, in perfect lines, running all the way up my side.
I started to feel a little woozy from the blood loss so I unsteadily walked out to my bag and grabbed the bandages that I had stowed in there. I walked back into the bathroom and began to clean up my mess. I decided to to shower before I bandaged my cuts so I quickly got in and felt the sharp sting of the water running down my side. I grabbed the shampoo and lathered in into my scalp then I began to wash it out, I grimaced as I felt an incredibly painful sting of the shampoo and water running down my side. I decided that was enough pain for one shower. I got out and quickly got dressed. I bandaged my cuts and layed down on my bed.
I was about to drift off to sleep when there was a knock on my door. I walked over and was surprised at who I saw
Notes -
So while trying to balance between school and sports and being forced to spend time with my family, I may not be able to update as much as I would like. So there will probably be an update about once every week. I'm sorry for the inconvenience! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I apologize for any typos as well! You're reviews are amazing and I appreciate the feedback sooo much! Someone asked about something between Charlie and Mo, and I liked that idea but sadly I don't think I'll be putting it in because Charlie is about 10 years older than Mo. Noah will most likely be coming up in one of the near chapters! Would you guys want to have him and the Winchesters to get along or not? Please let me know by reviewing!