Son of a Winchester

Chapter 3

Grant's Point Of View

I woke up in a warm, soft bed. I open my eyes and see I am in a very unfamiliar room. I sat up and saw a picture of me and a girl smiling. "Where am I?" I asked myself. I stood up and looked around the room. There is a computer and a TV in the bedroom. "Grant honey! Breakfast!" I heard from downstairs.

"Who is that?" I asked.

I looked at the clothes I am wearing, it's a white T-shirt with grey sweatpants. I walked out of the room and down the hall, there are tons of pictures of me and... my parents. The people from the picture. I walked into the kitchen and saw the woman.. my mom... standing there at the stove. "Just in time hon, I just finished your eggs." She said, sitting them down at the table.

"Hey Grant." I heard a mans voice as he came in the kitchen.. the man.. my dad. He sat at the table, motioning for me to sit down beside him. I hesitated but did. "What's going on?" I asked.

"What do you mean, son?" The man asked.

"Where am I? What are you two doing here?" I asked.

"You are in the same home you've lived all of your life and we are your parents that you've lived with since you were born." The woman said.  The man stuck his hand out to feel my forehead.

"Well you're not sick. What's going on Grant, do you feel bad or something?" The man asked.

"No.. I.. I need to go." I said.

"Don't forget we are going to go pick up Lylah in an hour." The man said.

"Who is Lylah?" I asked.

"Lylah, your girlfriend, the one you've been with since fifth grade?" The woman, my mom said.

"Oh." I said.

"Are you sure you're alright honey?" My mom asked.

"Yeah, I'm just going to go get ready mom." I say, running up the stairs and looking out my window. We live in a nice neighborhood. I don't understand what this is. I pinched myself but I felt it.. it's not a dream, I didn't wake up. I looked around the closet, deciding I should get ready, and found a black T-shirt, jeans, and a green flannel. I put some vans on that I found in the closet.

"This is weird. What the hell is going on?" I asked myself. "Come on Grant. It's time to go!" Dad said.. that's weird.. dad?

I run downstairs and then look up at the man in front of me. "Dean, Grant you two are so handsome." The mom figure said. I smile at her awkwardly and then left. We walked out and I saw the most beautiful car in the whole world.. my dream car. A 67 Chevrolet Impala. I've read all about these, they are absolutely awesome. I basically ran up to it gliding my fingers on the nice paint job.

"Are you sure you're okay bud?" The dad figure asked.

"I'm fine. She's just beautiful." I told him.

"She sure is, You see her every day though." He said and I shrug.

"I don't know. Let's go." I said, hopping in the passenger side door. He got in the drivers and we left, going to pick up some girl that is apparently my girlfriend. I should probably just go along with it until I know what's going on here.

We pulled up to a nice house with a beautiful girl sitting on the steps. She smiles wide when she sees our car pull up and she runs to it when it stops. She hops in the back and gives me a kiss on the cheek. "Hey." She smiles.

"Hey." I smile back. Dad drove us back home and we went back upstairs. She sat on my bed and grabbed the remote to my tv.

"I want to finish this movie we were watching last time." She smiles, laying down. Motioning for me to come lay beside her. I did and she snuggled up to me.

"This can't be real." I say, looking around at the nice room.

"Awh, you're sweet. Now pay attention." She smiled. This isn't the life I deserve. This isn't the life I live. I'm not wanted by anyone.. my parents left me at a diner when I was a newborn baby. The only girls I have ever been with were crazy or just plain out only wanted me for a short time. This isn't real. It can't be real. It isn't a dream because it feels to real.

"Baby?" The girl asked sitting up and looking at me. She put her soft hand on my cheek and it felt so warm and inviting. I closed my eyes, focusing on her hand. "Baby, are you okay?" She asked. "I love you. I'm here, if there is anything wrong you can talk to me." I opened my eyes and her blue eyes stared back at me. I wanted to believe that this is all real... maybe I did. She kissed me and I felt a tear roll down my cheek.

I'm loved here. Wherever I am.. I'm loved. I'm wanted.. More tears fell as I held the girl tightly in my arms. I didn't let go and she didn't try to pull away. We sat there for a few minutes, me sitting there tears threatening to fall as I hold this unknown girl. Or maybe known.. apparent girlfriend. "You're the sweetest boyfriend ever.. I love you so much." She said.

"Thank you." I whispered, letting her go. She looked up at me to make sure I was okay and then lay back down on my stomach. I somewhat payed attention to the movie, I don't exactly know what's going on though. I looked over to the half opened closet and saw a boy hanging there by his hands. I jumped up, hearing a grown the Lylah. I walk over to the closet and no one is there. I turn around and see Lylah standing up looking concerned. "I.. I'm not feeling well."

"Lylah! Grant! Lunch!" Mom said and I walk out of the room so that she doesn't ask again what's wrong. Mom sat out some plates with a sandwich on them. I sat down at the table and started to eat. Lylah slowly did the same.

"Lylah, I'll take you home whenever you need me to." Mom said and Lylah nodded.

"Grant isn't feeling well. I think I want to give him some space and time for him to rest, after we eat will be fine." She smiled at mom and mom nodded back to her.

"Where is dad?" I asked her.

"Work honey. At the shop." She answered, I nod and then continue to eat my sandwich.

"This is a good sandwich, thank you." I tell her and she smiles, says you're welcomeC and then walks away. Lylah got done with her sandwich and mom walked back in.

"Grant, go get some rest, I'll take Lylah home and make chicken noodle soup for dinner. Okay?" She asked me and I nod. They left and I went back upstairs. The boy and a girl was hanging in my doorway, I look away for a split second and they were gone.

"What the heck?" I asked myself. "Something is definitely going on here."