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Disclaimer: Nah, still don't own Supernatural. But I could win the lottery. And then I could buy the rights off of Kripke! Yeah, probably not. Damn.
-CHAPTERTHREE-
I suddenly sat up straighter, gasping for air and clutching my chest with one hand. My right hand, the hand not trying to steady my racing heart, was twisted in the multicoloured comforter. I frowned and, dropping my left hand, I picked up the comforter. All hospital comforters were white and extremely thin, which made them into sheets instead of comforters.
I looked up and gasped. I wasn't in the hospital. No, I was sitting on swing on someone's front porch overlooking the road. But I had been in the hospital when I blacked out so I couldn't possibly have been able to walk all the way to some stranger's house. That left only two options.
Option A: I was sleeping in the hospital and had dreamt up this entire thing because Sam and John had overstressed me so much that I needed comfort and time to think about what I had learnt from the two men.
Option B: I'm dead and this is my paradise. A multi-coloured comforter and a vaguely familiar street. Joy.
I decided to go with Option A, seeing as how it was the most positive of the two choices. I sighed and rubbed my temple, trying desperately to think of where I was. It made no sense for me to dream up some random place, so I had to have been at that spot once before.
I hadn't gotten very far with my thought process when a big yellow school bus rolled to a stop in front of me. I watched through my fingers as the doors swung open and a young girl of about four with curly black pigtails was led off of the bus by an older child. The older girl led the younger one across the road before turning and heading back for the bus. The young girl turned to wave good-bye to her friends.
I sat even straighter when I saw her backpack.
"Son of a bitch!" I swore loudly, launching myself out of the swing. I ran down the front steps, tripping only once, but that didn't stop me. I had to stop that little girl from going into her house. I skidded on the gravel before finally coming to a stop right behind her. "Hey sweetie!" I said between large gulps of air. "Why don't we go play in the back yard, hm?"
The black haired, blue eyed young girl turned and skipped towards the house as if she hadn't even heard me. I swore again and chased after her but started skipping when I saw how much fun she was having. "Seriously, sweetheart, we should go play or…something." She kept on skipping, ignoring me. I hung my head, falling back into a walk. "Alright, but you aren't going to like what you see," I whispered as I followed slowly behind her. She bounced excitedly up the stairs and reached for the doorknob, her Batman backpack swaying from one shoulder.
She turned the knob and pushed the door open. "Mommy! Daddy! I'm home!" she called out with a giggle. "Where were you after school?" she asked as she walked through the doorway. I followed, my eyes looking at the ground. She gasped, making me look up slightly. The little girl had stopped walking, her hands hanging limply at her sides. "M-Mommy? D-Daddy?" she whispered. I could hear the tears in her voice and I peeked over her shoulder, even though every fibre of my being was screaming at me to run away. The sight made tears spring to my eyes.
The little girl started screaming as she back-pedalled out of the house, her backpack forgotten on the ground. The door slammed shut behind her, but I barely heard it. I couldn't hear it, I was screaming myself although my mouth wasn't open. My screams were ringing through my mind.
The two of them were laying on the ground, their eyes wide with fright. Their skin was pale, too pale, from the blood loss. Blood had pooled around their bodies and someone had smeared it on the walls. There were deep scratches along their faces and bodies, tearing open their clothes. But the biggest things that stood out were the stab wounds. The stab wounds were deep and all over their bodies.
I shivered and tried to look away, but my eyes were stuck on them. There was no light in their eyes. That little girl would never see her parents smile again, nor would they pick her up from school anymore.
Everything slowly began to fade out into white, starting at the edges of my vision. I could faintly hear the sound of the door banging open and a man rushed through me. Through me. He stopped right in front of me and knelt down just outside of the pools of blood.
"No," he whispered, his voice gruff with emotion. I watched as he brought a hand up to his mouth. That's when I looked over my shoulder and saw the little girl standing in the doorway, a woman's hand on her shoulder. The woman's blonde hair was slightly curled and her eyes were so troubled that it made my heart break. I could see the woman's large stomach, reminding me that she was pregnant. The little girl burst into new tears and I turned around in time to see the man whirl around in surprise. His deep eyes were glistening with tears. "I told you to stay at the house!" he barked. I could see that he was mentally breaking down.
"I know, but she took off. I only just caught up with her," the woman said in a breathless voice, the only sign that she had been running.
"Get her out of here!" the man said. His voice was desperate, as if he wanted to bear his grief alone. "Go home and call the police!"
"Of course," she whispered, her own tears shining in her eyes. "C'mon, Emily. We need to get back to the house." I heard them walk off, the little girl's sobbing fading as they grew further away.
The last thing I saw before the white took over was John Winchester's face, tears streaking his cheeks as he turned to look at the bodies of my dead parents.
I blinked and looked to my side, the man from my memories laying on the bed beside mine.
Yeah, I know. Waaaaay shorter than the rest, but this was only a memory. I wanted to show you what happened in her past and how she is linked to John and the boys. Why she knows them from somewhere. So I hope this answered some of your questions. I know that not everything was answered, so please feel free to ask me anything and I'll answer to the best of my abilities.
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