Chapter 2

I smiled as I shuffled through the door ahead of my mom and Jeff. I landed with a content sigh on the couch.

"I love pie." We'd gone first to the shooting range where we got to learn how to handle a gun and practice our aim. The instuctor said I was a natural and I was pretty sure Jeff was jealous of my seven out of ten bull's eyes. He only got four and two of his shots missed the target completely. We then went out for dinner follwed by several slices of cherry pie. I settled back against the couch but my hand came to rest against material that didn't feel like cloth. I looked down and found an old leather jacket. It was dark brown and worn and looked pretty badass, if I do say so myself. I picked it up to have a better look. It seemed oddly familiar but i was sure I'd never seen it before.

"Mom," i called.

"Yes," she asnwered, walked back in from the kitchen.

"Where did this come from?"

"Oh, Jeff found that out in the garage today. Do you know whose it is? I can't think of anybody who'd where that." I shook my head.

"No, not really." She shrugged. Jeff came up to wrap his arms around her waist and kiss her on the cheek. The doorbell rang and he turned to answer it.

"Uh, Ben it's for you." I frowned but stood up. It was already ddark. Jeff and Mom migrated to the living room as I got to the door.

Millie was standing on the porch, a panicky espression on her face and a sketchbook in her hand.

"Millie?"

"Ben! I need to talk to you."

"Well, you're here. What's wrong?" She shook her head.

"No, in private," she whispered. I didn't understand what was going on but it seemed important. I motioned for her to follow me.

"Hey Mom, Millie and I are going up to my room." Her and Jeff were sitting on the couch and just nodded.

"Hi, Millie," my mom waved.

"Hey, Ms. Braeden." We assended the stairs and closed the bedroom door behind us.

"What's up?" Millie didn't answer for a long time.

"I don't know but it's starting to scare me." I frowned at how cryptic she was being. She handed me the sketchbook and I looked down at it confused.

"What do you mean?"

"Just look through it." I tentively opened the book. I found more sketches of me and that man she'd drawn earlier. "I've been drawing these for days." There was one of the man standing next to a dark vehicle grinning.

"That car looks so familiar." She just nodded and went on.

"I don't know what any of it means. All I know is that: I now know it." Another picture of that man, his arm around my mom and me standing in between them, all smiling, happy. I grinned as my fingers ghosted over the page. We looked so happy.

"Who is he?" Millie stepped forward and flipped the page. It was the man with another taller man, arm in arm. The taller man had longer hair and a playful grin. Four words were scribbled at the bottom of the page. "Dean and Sam Winchester," I asked. Millie nodded.

"They're brothers." I shook my head.

"I don't know anybody named Winchester."

"Then why do they look so familiar," she asked, almost like an interigation. She looked down suddenly. "You aren't going to believe what I have to say next."

"What is it?"

"You knew them. Dean, he was going out with your mom a couple of years ago. Him and his brother they hunted things," her voice had become shakey. "Monsters." I cocked my head.

"What?"

"They hunted this things but Sam had died and Dean wanted a normal life so he came here, to live with you and your mom. But you guys got hurt."

"But, no I don't remember any of this. You have to be mistaking."

Millie grabbed the sketchbook from me and flipped through it. She showed the drawing to me. It was a man it a trench coat and tie. He had dark hair and light eyes that were staring intently out of the page. More attention grabbing though was the dark shadows of wings behind him.

"Castiel." I wasn't sure if she'd just read the word at the bottom or named him. "He's an angel. Dean had him white-wash your memories of him so you guys wouldn't remember him. He wanted you and your mom to have a normal life." I remained silent for a long time.

"This can't be true. All of it just sounds so crazy. Monsters, Angels?"

"I know how it sounds and I would never have told you all of this if it wasn't for this." She flipped to the back of the book and handed it to me. "I drew it just a little while ago and it freaked me out."

Unlike all the other drawings this one was in color and the most dominating color on the page was red. It was my living room, my living room if we'd splattered red paint all over the walls. Seated against the back of the couch was me and another boy who I had never seen. He looked older with blond hair and bright eyes. My mom was laying on the floor, her neck bent in an impossible position. There was a person standing over my mother's body that leather jacket in it's hands, it's eyes black voids. I threw the book to my bed.

"His eyes-,"

"A demon," Millie murmured. "I don't-,"

"Leave."

"What?"

"Leave!" I pushed her towards the door. "Get out of my room!"

"Ben, I'm just trying to help." I knew this anger was uncalled for but I was freaking out.

"I don't want your help," I spit back at her. Millie frowned and then a look of sadness came over her.

"I'm sorry." She ran down the stairs and out the door. I looked back to my bed where I could still see the red and black drawing. I ran over to shut the book before tossing it aside. It landed on my desk as my mom walked into my room.

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A/N: I'm so so so SOOOO sorry for not posting earlier but school is a pain and I know there is no excuse but here. So