Son of a Winchester

Chapter 5

Grant's Point Of View

My foster sibling was out working so I decided to stay in our room until he got back. I'm 9 he's 16. As I waited I looked out the window at the trashy street. Old trashy buildings surrounded the one we are currently in. I don't see how this guy got approved to be a foster dad but they definitely didn't check well. I have bandages all over my arm from this psycho burning my arms with his cigarettes every time I do something wrong.

The other foster kids name is Liam, he is a nice guy, skinny and he cares about me. He is black with brown eyes and is around 5'10. He takes care of me like I'm his actual little brother.

"Grant! Shithead! Come here!" Phill yelled. I got up and walked into the living room, he lay there in his recliner with a cigarette in hand. I better do whatever he wants me to right. "I want you to rub my feet." He said, kicking his shoes off. I took his socks off and started to rub them only to get kicked hard in the chest by him. "Lotion, moisturize my feet stupid." I nod, grabbing the bottle of lotion and rubbing his feet the way he wanted.

⚠️ Caution ⚠️

"I'm home!" Liam yelled. I look around at the living room and see Phil's illegally gotten medication and thought about taking it all. I would be free from this asshole and others like him.

Suddenly I saw a flash and I remembered what had happened, I was stuck in a dream world, this is a nightmare. I have to get free. I grabbed the pills again and I heard Liam walk into the room. "Grant? What are you doing?"

"You aren't real."

"What are you talking about Grant?" He asked, seemingly confused.

"This is a nightmare. I'm going to wake up." I said, opening the pills and shoving them in my mouth. I struggled to swallow them but I did. I closed my eyes for a split second and then opened them. My arms... they hurt. I'm awake. I looked up with what little strength I have left and then noticed the other teenagers were gone.

"They are dead. I bled them out. You... now you are a real problem. I haven't had someone fight me so much. You had a dream world. You were cared for and loved." The tattooed man said.

"It wasn't real.." I told him.

"But you wanted it to be. If you would have just let it happen then you would have been fine. Let it slowly take you, it's not a bad way to go." The man said.

"It wasn't real.. I don't want to die, doped up and seeing things that will never be true." I told him. "How did you do it anyway, what drug have you been giving me?"

"It's no drug. I mean not really." He said,

"Then what is it?" I asked him. Trying to reach the ground with my foot to release some of the weight on my wrists.

"It's me." He smiled, putting his hand on my cheek, I tried to get away but there was no way for me to. I started to feel tired, and then everything went black.

I woke up in a room made out of white cinder blocks and a door, I got up and walked to it but it was locked. There is absolutely nothing in this room. Empty. Absolutely nothing in here.

I sat on the ground, thinking of all of the dreams this.. whatever this is... has put me through. I feel weak and I can actually feel all the pain my physical body is going through now. I tried to get up but my legs didn't want to listen to me, like I can't control my own body. There is a constant sharp pain in my arm and a little hole like a needle is supposed to be there it is very irritated. I can see rope marks on my wrists as well. Im starving and thirsty. I feel like I could die any minute. My body is to weak to even move.

"Kid? Kid!" I hear, I look around and then close my eyes. When I open them I see two blurry figures. I can't make out there faces and their voices are faint.

"You make sure he doesn't fall, I'll cut him down." I heard a mans voice faintly. I felt someone's arms wrap around me and then my weight was lifted from my wrists. I look around the place and see the tattooed man, laying there on the ground, blood surrounding him. I look up at where I was hanging and see blood.. my blood? One of them grabbed the needle from my arm and then the other grabbed my left arm, the man holding me up before grabbing my right.

"We got you kid." One guys said, and that is the last thing I heard before I passed out again. This time it was complete darkness. No empty rooms, dream worlds, memories.. darkness. It was nice.

It seemed like only a minute had passed before I opened my eyes. Bright lights instantly made me close them again. "Hey Grant, can you hear me? My name is Amelia Jackson, I'm your nurse. How are you feeling?"

"I feel like crap." I told her truthfully.

"I'm sorry to hear that, we're gonna get you feeling back to your good ol self again. Is there any pain that you can feel?" The nurse asked.

I look down at my wrist and leg, they both had casts on them. "Yeah.. in a few places. My wrists and leg, my arm, and I feel weak." I tried to move my legs but I couldn't.

"You were severely dehydrated, you broke your leg and fractured your arm, you lost way to much blood.. I'm surprised and very happy  you are with us today." The nurse smiled. "There are some men here to see you."

"Hello, Grant, my name is detective Kade Anderson and this is my partner Drew Carlisle, we would like to ask you a few questions. I get that you've been through a lot and I would like to hear what happened from you." I turned my head to the direction of the male voice I had heard. My heart dropped and I felt different feelings. It's him...

"No! Not again! Not another stupid dream." I panic, looking down at my arm.

"You aren't dreaming. We found you in an abandoned house. You were kidnapped." The man said.

"If this isn't a dream.. then.. how are you..? How are you here. This isn't real." I told him.

"What's not real Grant? Talk to us?" The other, taller man said.

"Your name isn't Kade.. your names Dean. You're my..." I looked down at my lap and almost started crying. "You're my dad.."