So, I know I just posted a chapter yesterday, but I got kind of excited and wrote another. This one isn't as long, and it didn't take as much thought as the last chapter (I had a really hard time with the whole Sammy situation) but I had fun writing it and I'm just starting to get to the good stuff. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and remember that I will not post another until I get at least one review on this chapter. Also, the email that Skylar creates in this chapter is a real email that I made, so feel free to email me whenever you want to. You can send questions you may have about the story, or if you just want to talk, feel free to send anything. Whatever you want to say, just send to me in an email. Thanks :)
-K
Dean brings home a computer a couple hours later. I wasn't asking for much, but he decided that a MacBook Pro would be just the thing I needed. "You didn't need to get me this," I say when he hands the computer to me.
"You deserve the best, kid. Be grateful," he says, smiling.
"I am grateful. Oh my god, this is amazing. Thank you so much!" I put the computer on a table and hug him, just to show my gratitude.
Dean smiles at my excitement, and says, "It's no trouble, kid." I sit down at the table, excited. "Oh, there's something else you might need," he says and hands me a 50$ iTunes gift card.
"Thanks, but you do know that I download 99% of my music illegally, right?" I say. Dean gives me a judgmental glare. "You run credit card fraud scams, and I can't do something that 80% of people do?" I ask him. I mean, it's a bit hypocritical.
Dean shrugs. I mean, I still need the gift card for the iTunes account to even work, so I obviously accept it. I don't use my real name with my iTunes account-not my real last name, any way. I choose Skylar Winchester, partly because I've always liked the name Winchester, partly because I figure that I'm part of the family. I figure that I'll eventually call myself Skylar Winchester, so there's no point in waiting.
The absolute first thing I do when I start setting up my computer is download Google Chrome. Safari is slow as fuck, and I'm not using that. Google Chrome is the only good, high speed, browser. Everyone else can go home. Then, I make a new email. I try as my username, but it's already taken. I try a couple more things, and then settle with (I actually created this email if you want to contact me and receive messages about the story,etc. I'm not quite sure what I'll use this for, but feel free to email me on it. I'd love to hear suggestions, or any thoughts about the story.) Then, I download Spotify. I figure that this will come in handy, considering I do love music.
Then, after everything seems to be set up, I log into my old Tumblr and pray that my follower count is still high. Instead, though, when I log onto my page, I see something much, much worse than I had expected. Not only have nearly all of my 3,000 followers gone, but something terrifying also occurred. Someone hacked into my tumblr and completely changed my blog. It became a fucking memorial page for my family and me. "What the hell?" I shout, much louder than I meant to.
Dean comes over, concerned. "What's wrong?" he asks.
"Someone. Turned. My. Tumblr. Page. Into. A fucking. Memorial page," I fume, trying to keep my calm, but failing miserably at it. Dean doesn't seem to think that there's a problem with that. "I had 3,000 followers, and now I've got nothing except a goddamned memorial page telling how great I was and how I freaking died. NEWS FLASH-I'M NOT ACTUALLY DEAD!" I rant.
"Okay, kid, calm down. It's not that big of a deal," Dean says, trying to comfort me.
"That's easy for you to say," I sneer. "You didn't spend two years building up this empire." I run my hands through my hair. "I guess I'll just have to start over." I go and enter my new email into the account creator, and start a new blog. It's gonna all be about Doctor Who, and possibly some Harry Potter. Also, I'll reblog any posts that I think are cool.
I'm terrible at making themes, so I just use the theme off this blog that I like. I have to customize it and make it mine, but it seems to be working out for me well so far. I google a Doctor Who themed header to put in, customize the color, the font, etc. "See? Everything's all good," Dean says.
I glare at him, not saying anything. I just stare, for a long time, trying to make him uncomfortable. At first, that wasn't my intention, but after a while, it's fun to see people squirm. "Okay, so what's the problem?" he asks after I've been staring at him for a full five minutes. This guy takes a long time to crack. I'm impressed.
"I have no followers. That's the problem. I also need to follow accounts and etcetera. There's a lot of work I need to do. Of course, you wouldn't understand," I say, rolling my eyes at the last thing.
"Well then help me understand," he says.
"Dean, I can't teach you the ways of blogging and Tumblr. You'd get too freaked out. Also, it's sort of my job to keep you off of Tumblr if I can. There is way too much smutty fanfic that I cannot let you read. God, if you read some of the stuff, you'd just explode," I say, imagining Dean finding Destiel fanfic online. On one hand, it would be hilarious to see his reaction. On the other hand, he could get really upset and then take away my computer or ground me for reading porn. In my defense, though, it's not porn. It's fan fiction. Of course, for some, there's not much difference.
Dean kind of just looks at me like I'm crazy. I suppose I am, a little. "You're the one who took me in," I say with a slightly psychotic smile.
"And I thought Sam was weird," Dean mutters, walking away. I'm strangely uplifted by that sentence. Being weirder than the majestic moose is quite an accomplishment, in my eyes at least.
I blog for the rest of the evening, and then I go try my luck with knife throwing. I'm getting better, that's for sure. As I make a couple bulls eyes, I can't help but wonder if I'll ever get to go on a hunt with the boys. But, knowing Dean from the stories, I'm not confident that it'll happen. But, that doesn't stop me from trying to make myself better with weapons, and ready to hunt whatever evil sons of bitches are out there.