Fighting Through It All [Dean Winchester fanfic] #Wattys2015

Chapter Fifteen

2 Months Later

I stare at the two parallel poles standing in front of me, each with a small hook every five inches or so running up front of them. It's a fairly hard workout, called the Salmon Ladder. In my hands, I hold ametal bar, weighted at around five or ten pounds. I crack my neck, and run forward, jumping and placing the bar on the first set of hooks. I do a pull up, but as I'm pulling myself up, I remove the pole and lift it up to the next set of hooks. I do this until I reach the top, and then I proceed to do the same thing over again, just lowering myself instead.

Since the training room has some of the highest ceilings in the building, the two poles stand at about twenty feet each. I do this exercise for around a half hour, ignoring the burning pain in my arms and torso. When I'm done with that, I walk over to the other exercise I've created, where there's a chain slung over a pole on the ceiling. On one end is a handle, and the other, is a metal bar holding four cinder blocks. I coat my hands in dust, clap them together, and grip the handle.

I spread my feet a little more then hip width apart, the handle over my shoulder. I twist my body, and as I do, I bring the handle down and across my body, lifting the cinder blocks off the floor. I slowly ease the blocks back down, and repeat it again, a total of thirty times. Just as I'm about to start some plank pull-ups, Sam comes in, interrupting my thoughts.
"Myra?"'he says, and I shoot him a glare. He knows I don't to be interrupted when I'm working out. He gulps and shakes his head, clearing his thoughts. "We got a hit on the database for your parents."

Five minutes later, I walk out into the library, wiping the sweat away from my forehead with a towel. Dean and Sam avert their gazes when I walk into the room, my jaw set taught and my chest heaving with laboured breath. I walk over to where Dean and Sam sit around a computer, staring at the screen. I bend over to see the screen better, using the chairs to balance myself on. Looking at the two faces on the screen, I confirm that they are, in fact, my parents.
"Mom and dad..." I say under my breath, images flashing back to mind of the visions I saw when I was injected with the Venom. I feel a hand on my left hand, and I swallow, tears forming in my eyes. I look down at the hand, and find that it is attached to Dean. He gives me a reassuring smile before I straighten up, rolling my shoulders and cracking my neck.
"Where do they live?" I ask, raising my eyebrows.
"About a half hour away," Sam replies with a smile. I nod, excitement growing in my chest. "Myra, are you sure you want to do this? I mean, isn't it going to be hard for them for you to pop up on their doorstep, saying 'Hey, I'm the daughter that was abducted 26 years ago. How are you?'"
I shrug and cross my arms. "They're all I have left, and don't you think that it will bring them some sort of relief to learn that their daughter is alive?" I question, and he nods. "I'll be back in a day or two, I shouldn't be that long. It just depends on how well things go."
Dean stands up. "I'll go with you, I'm not doing anything but sitting around here, anyways."
I nod and smile. "Alright! Sounds good!"

I walk off to my bedroom, and grab a pair of dark jeans, a white and flowy shirt, as well as my leather jacket. I take it all into the bathroom, where I strip off my workout clothes and step into the shower. I slump against the wall of the shower, tears immediately mixing with the shower water on my face. My body shakes as I slide down the wall, hugging my knees against my chest when I reach the bottom.

I keep trying to put on a strong face for the brothers; they don't need to see me like this. When I showed up a broken mess at their front door, they took me in with open arms just like they first took me in. At first, they were constantly pestering for me to open up to them. Dean let up pretty quick after I requested to be left alone, but it took me beating the ever living out of Sammy to get him to toss in his chips.

Lily has kept in touch, just as she said she would. Apparently, her pregnancy is going pretty smoothly, with minimal side affects. The doctor says that the baby is perfectly healthy, and is growing at a very healthy rate. He called Lily the picture-perfect moms since she's been eating right, exercising, and has been doing all the right things to do during pregnancy. I've missed her a lot, and it sucks not being able to see her every day anymore.