m sorry this is so long but I promise the story won't be in long paragraphs as it it below. Read the past to gain knowledge of the future.
My PAST
I guess I could start my story off by telling you that my life isn't all roses and butterflies. Infarct if I could describe my life in one word it would be tragic. I grew up learning to hunt, but not wanting to. The only reason I am in this job is my dad. He is the one who started me in it. The only reason he ever began it was my mom.
My mom was the best person in the world, or so I was told. I unfortunately never got a chance to properly meet her. She was taken away from me and my father when I was six months old. She was taken by an evil being. A being so evil, that it rules all other evil supernatural things. It was a demon. A demon known as the yellow eyed demon. He took my mom and my dad had to witness it. The demon had no reason to take my mother. He had no right to pin her on the ceiling and burn her to her death. That is the way my mom's last few moments alive were spent. They were spent crying in pain and agony, and being tortured by the flames surrounding her body. After my mother passed we packed up from my hometown in O'Neill California and headed out. My dad always said he was trying to find the truth when we took this long ass trip that lead no where. I always believed he was scared, and running from the truth instead of fining it. I don't think he could actually handle it at that point in time.
Three weeks into our trip, we still hadn't found the truth. A week after that the truth found us. A man by the name of John Winchester found us. If you're a hunter and don't know John you outa be shot! John tracked my dad down when he found out about my mom's death. My mom had died the same way his wife had. So john took my dad under his wing and taught him everything about the hunting world. I know you must be wondering where I was while they were being trained. I was left with John's boys Dean, who was nine, and Sam who was four. The three of us were watched over by some man named Pastor Jim.
A month later John and his boys went their way and my dad and me went ours. Months passed, and then years and I grew. As I grew my dad taught me everything I needed to know. I learned how to shoot a gun before I learned to tide a bike. That may sound bad but it not, it was actually fun. How many kids can say that? The best thing about hunting was moving from place to place. Every time we moved to a different hotel room or house I got to redecorate it differently with my dad, every time. I actually has most of the non forgetful moments in my life with my dad. Unfortunately I also had the worst day of my life with my father.. A day I will never forget as long as I live.
It was a cold October day and I was eight years old. It was suppose to be the best day of my life. It was the first hunt I was actually going to get to go on. I was going to get to salt and burn the bones. I was so excited and my dad was confident in me, he knew I wouldn't let him down. My dad and I packed our old 1969 mustang full of weapons and headed out. We got there and I was bouncing with energy. The blood in my body was pumping with energy. My dad handed me my gun and instructed me where to go and what to do one last time. Salt the bones, burn them, and get out quickly. While my dad entered the old hotel where the sprits were, I ran to my destination. I found the bones quite easily, almost too perfectly. I quickly did my job and got out. Sound perfect right? I wish I could say it ended there.
I quickly ran into the old hotel. I ran with a spring in my step from pure joy. I found my dad smiling. I remember it so clearly. I remember him smelling like old spice and smiling with his huge grin. I remember his hair was a little grown out and black as the night. I remember him hugging me and telling me how proud he was. I felt so happy that I could have done anything. I knew my dad was truly proud and that meant a lot to me. I remember him laughing and telling me to hurry and get my camerea. It was a tradition for us to take a picture ever hunt. It marked every place we had ever been. It was a tradition that saved my life, but not his.
When I returned from the car with the old camera, my dad was gone. At first I thought he could have walked off to look at something, so I waited. Then as any kid does, I thought he was joking so I begin laughing and searching for him. I looked everywhere. I eventually went back to the car. I sat there and waited. I don't know how long I waited, but it was hours. I remember falling asleep just sititng there, wishing he would hurry up and stop playing. I woke up thinking he had to be there in the car, but to my disappointment he wasn't. I was only eight and not knowing what to do I began to panic. I remember being so scared I could hardly breath. I had no where to go. I didn't know who to call.
I eventually called the one person I knew could help, the one person who might could figure out where my dad had gone and what happened, John Winchester. I remember John coming to get me. He asked me how long my dad had been gone and how long I had looked. I remember him smiling as me after I told him and him saying "you've done all you can do…and I'm sure your dad will be proud that you stuck it out and looked for him. but its time for a grown hunter to do the rest…the only thing you have to do is wait and that's all you can do."I use to think of this day as the day my dad left me alone, but later I realized it was the day he was taken.
John took me and had to take care of me. I will never be able to thank him enough for taking me in and raising me as his own. He was good to me up until the day I left, at age fifteen. I got the idea that I could find the demon and kill him, maybe that was how I could pay back John and my family, but what I didn't realize was it was going to be hard. I had been trained by the best, but it was still hard work. I do sometime miss John, Dean, and especially Sammy. I think it was harder for me to part with Sam then the other Winchesters. It has been a year and I haven't spoken to to any of them, and I guess that's what separates the past from now. Now I am alone, and a full hunter.