My heart pounded in my ears which only made the pain in my head worse. As much as I wanted to open my eyes, I couldn't. I knew that when I opened them I wouldn't be prepared for what I could see. My father who was probably going to die soon and my mothers bloody body.
Maybe everything would be ok.
Idiot.
I opened my eyes slowly and groaned slightly. My entire body was sore, from the cuts and bruises to the stiffness for sitting down in that uncomfortable chair for almost an hour. Sam and Dean argued to each other in slightly hushed whispers but I couldn't make out what they were saying because of the ringing in my ears. I pushed myself up so I was propped on my elbows and looked at my "brothers". They didn't notice me and they kept their conversation going.
"Well we shouldn't jus-" Dean said before sam gave him a look and put his hand on his shoulder to alert him I was now conscious.
"Hey Leigh. How you feeling." Sam asked giving me a sympathetic look and taking a few steps towards the couch where I was laying. I ignore him and looked at my dad. He was now tied to the Chair that I had occupied earlier. There was a symbol spray painted onto the floor underneath him which I recognized as a demon trap from all the research I've done. A smirk sat on cantons face as he looked down at the ground and then up at me. I bit my lip and swung my legs over the side of the couch.
"What's going to happen to my dad?" I asked in a quiet voice. Sam and Dean exchanged looks and Sam sat down next to me but I kept my gaze down at the wood floor. Sam sighed before speaking.
"The demon in him, he-he hurt him really bad and-"
"He's going to die." I said in a monotone voice and Sam and Dean looked at each other. No one responded and there was a silence that hung in the air. Canton broke out into a maniac like laughter and we all looked over at him which made my heart break into a million pieces.
"Look Leigh," Dean spoke this time and instead of being harsh and gruff they were gentle, "your dad....he isn't going to make it. The demon managed to do a heck of a lot of damage and..." He seemed to not know how to say what he wanted to.
But I already knew what he was going to say.
"What we're trying say is," Sam paused and looked at Dean, "we can either exercise the demon or we can...kill it..." They both looked at me. I held my tears back and refused to cry. I was brave and strong. I wasn't weak.
"Kill it." I said in a hushed voice as I turned back so I was facing forward and away from my dad. The silence was back and it was almost suffocating.
"Are you sure you-"Dean started before getting cut off by me.
"Do it."
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I sat on the couch and stared forward towards the photos on the wall. Sam sat to my left as he cleaned the cuts on my arm. They stung when he put rubbing alcohol on them but I showed no sign of pain.
I kept everything inside. I felt no pain.
Dean wiped his hands on his jeans as he sat on the smaller couch in front of me as San bandaged my arm.
"So what's your plan?" Dean asked looking at me but I ignored the eye contact he tried to give me and looked at a picture of my mom, dad, and I from when we had gone to Arizona and saw the Grand Canyon.
"I don't know..." I said slightly shrugging my right arm as Sam finished, "I might leave and go live on my own." Sam and deans facial expressions both changed to confusion as they furrowed their eyebrows.
"Excuse me?"Dean asked in a shocked tone. I glanced at them both and then looked down at my bloody socks. This wasn't my blood. It was my moms.
"I don't have any other family. And I'm not going into foster care. I-I can't- I just can't."
Deans expression changed to something I couldn't explain. It was mixed with sympathy and understanding.
