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Chapter 3:
I woke up with the sun shining on my face. It was nice and I got up and took and shower and headed down the stairs.
I looked at the paper the lawyer had given me. It had almost been two weeks. We had one day left. What was this world coming to?
I didn't know what to do. I turned to see that John was sleeping in the chair. I sighed. He looked so sweet when he slept. I felt my heart do a flutter. John had been there for me when I needed him most. What had I done for him? I realized that was nothing, besides trapping him into marriage to help him keep his children.
I shook the thought out of my head and then began to make breakfast. I finished and soon the kitchen filled with two little boys and a baby girl. Dean had carried her down. I turned on some music, and I noticed Sam tapping his foot to the beat. I smiled and turned the music up and swooped Sam into a dance.
Dean laughed and grabbed Jo and started dancing with her, and soon the four of us were dancing away. I was having so much fun, I didn't notice John leaning on the archway watching us with a huge smile on his face.
Suddenly, I was swooped into John's arms and we were dancing. We were dancing like it was just the two of us. I smiled as John looked at me and then the song ended. I smelled smoke and turned to see my breakfast burning. I sighed and rushed to fix it, but it was too late, breakfast was dead.
"Why don't we go out to breakfast before taking the children to school?" asked John. I Nodded and we headed out the door.
After breakfast, we dropped Dean and Sam off at their school, and then took Jo to her preschool class. I was amazed that they had let her in so early, but was grateful that she would.
John and I headed back to the house and I looked around. "This is home now?" I asked. I heard John sigh behind me.
I heard footsteps come behind me, and strong arms wrapped around me. I sighed and felt myself lean into them.
John's head bent down and kissed me on the cheek. I sighed and turned to look at John. I was still in his arms and knew that I didn't want to turn away.
Suddenly, there was a pop and a chuckled. John pushed me behind him and spoke. "What do you want?" he asked.
The man standing in our living room spoke. "I want what was promised to me all those years ago." he said. I gasped.
"What exactly were you promised?" asked John.
Just then the man's eyes went black. We were dealing with a demon. How a demon found us, I'll have no clue.
"What was promised?" I asked looking in between the demon and John. John sighed. "Nothing." he said.
The Demon chuckled. "Don't flatter yourself, it wasn't you who promised me, it was her!" he said pointing to me. I gasped.
"Me?" I asked. The man rolled his eyes and the next thing I knew, I was reliving a memory.
I stood next to the demon and heard John yelling. "NO!" but that was it, and the world went black with my memory.
MEMORY:
I stood on the sidelines watching as my father had killed my mom. I wished then and there that things would be normal. I ran out of the house crying. I hid in my little fort in the backyard. Suddenly, there was a man looking at me. I gasped and fell back. "Don't be afraid little one." he said. I nodded, unsure of what to think.
The man smiled. "I'm Crowley, and you are in need of my assistance." he said. I looked at him with weary eyes. "What do you mean?" I asked. Crowley rolled his eyes.
"I want you when you grow up." he said, "But the question is, what do you want?" he asked. I sighed. And thought. What did I want? Then it hit me. "I want a family." I said. The man who called himself Crowley snapped his fingers and spoke. "It about ten to fifteen years, I"m going to come for you." he said. I nodded. At the time I did not know what it meant, and was just rolling with it. I fell asleep and woke up later thinking that it was all a dream.
MEMORY ENDED:
To this day, I thought it was a dream, but I guess I was wrong. I gasped as Crowley pulled me back to the living room where John was frantic. He saw us pop in and went to grab me away from Crowley, but was thrown into the wall. I screamed. "NO!" I said. Crowley sighed.
"What is it with you dames and men getting hurt?" he asked with his English accent. I sighed. "I was a little girl, I didn't know what I was doing!" I yelled. John gasped. "You made a deal with a demon?" he asked. I sobbed. "I was eight years old! I had just watched dad kill mom, and didn't know what I was saying!" I sobbed.
John sighed and he got up. "What do you want her for anyway?" asked John. Crowley sighed. "I'm not going to tell you my bloody plans, that is just stupid." yelled Crowley. I sighed and looked at John who was inching towards his gun full of rock salt. I coughed and started to talk. "Well, I would love to know, since it is my fate we are talking about here." I replied.
Crowley groaned and spoke. "No, I'm not..." but was cut off when there was a gunshot and rock salt going everywhere. Crowley screamed, and John grabbed me and pulled me away, just as Crowley popped out. "We can't stay here, we have to go somewhere safe." he said. I nodded but then stopped, "What about the children?" I asked. John nodded. "when you were gone, or wherever you went with Crowley, I called in a favor with a friend. She is going to take the kids till we figure this out." he said. I nodded. "The kids are safe?" I asked. John nodded. "Now, lets get you out of here." he said. I nodded and we got up.
"We have somewhere to go first!" said John. "Where is that?" I asked. John. "You need to get inked." he said. I smiled and rolled my eyes. "You mean this?" I asked and pulled up my shirt to reveal the anti-possession tattoo my dad made me get. Jonhn quirked and eyebrow. "You got the tattoo on your hip?" he asked. I nodded. "Dad made me get it when I turned nine." I said. John smiled and continued to look at the tattoo. "Why does he want me?" I asked in a shaky voice. I never even kissed a guy before, and now he wants me?" I finished.
John stopped and looked at me. "Wait, what?" he asked. I sighed. "I never kissed a guy before!" I said. John suddenly smiled. "Sidney, that means the deal was never cast." he said. I gasped. "Wait, so he just wants me for something and was trying to mess with me to make me think I belonged to him?" I asked. John nodded and walked over to the bookshelf.
He quickly grabbed a book on werewolves. "Is there a reason you are looking up on werewolves and not demons?" I asked. John nodded. "Got it!" he said. "Got what?" I asked.
John looked to me. "The month of a full moon a demon can control a werewolf to do his bidding, to get the blood of a virgin for his sacrifice to Lucifer to keep his position in hell." he finished reading. "So Crowley wants me to get my blood!" I yelled. John nodded and put the book back on the shelf.
"What do we do? Is there anyway to stop it?" I asked. John just looked at me and then it clicked. "Oh...Virgin. Got it." I said. John sighed.
"We were going to have to face this with the lawyer anyway." He said. I sighed and sat down on the couch. "This is not how I pictured my first time being, let alone being kissed." I said. John sat next to me and listened. "I never even kissed a guy or had a guy kiss me and sweep me off my feet. Now I have to have sex. I don't want sex, I want intimacy and romance, but life just never seemed to get that." I finished.
John rubbed my back and spoke. "I know that life can suck sometimes, but it's our job as hunters to protect the world." he said. I nodded.
"I know. I just wanted my first time to be special." I said. John nodded and turned my face to look at him. "And it will be, but first we need to get out of here." He said. I nodded. "Now go pack a bag and we are going to be gone for a week and figure this out." he said. I nodded and ran upstairs to get a bag packed.
I grabbed the bag from the closet and ran to my dresser. I packed my clothes and then opened the top drawer to get my hairbrush. I had forgotten that I had placed my lingerie in there. I stared at it for what seemed like forever till I heard John yelling at me to hurry up.
I grabbed the lingerie and shoved it into my bag. I then got my hygiene stuff and proceeded to grab my robe and a razor. Just cause I was on the run from a werewolf didn't mean that I had to be one.