Lucifer's Daughter: First-Born

Chapter two: A different life

I let the faucet run while my red head best friend, Charlie Bradbury, was drying up my now long black hair. I sat on the toilet and from the corner of my eyes I could see the steam and the crappy mirror fogging up. We heard a small knock on the door and a small creak. I had my eyes closed as I relaxed while Charlie massaged my hair, but I felt her body shift to my right side to greet our intruder. I didn't have to guess to know who it was when he made a comment, "Woah, whose soul did you two drain?" I opened one eye and saw the older Winchester leaning against the bathroom door frame.

I noticed his stubbled cheeks, the dark circles around his eyes due to lack of sleep and his messy hair. I still wonder how he can pull it off and still look this good? He looked down at me, licking his lower lip and smiled. I can tell that he was making fun of me. My eyes wondered down to his arms that were crossed across his chest. Both sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and saw the Mark of Cain. I closed my eyes and try to avoid not to frown.

"My soul, Dean. I was starting to feel the feels so Charlie helped me." I answered.

"It's all right. There's more where that came from." Charlie informed me. I quickly elbowed her. I opened my eyes and saw Dean just raise an eye brow at us, giving us a questioning look. He just closed his eyes, "Whatever. Looks nice by the way." He pointed at my new hair color.

Charlie removed her hands away from my hair and grabbed my face, "Of course it does! I did all the work to make her look pretty." I knew what Charlie was doing, she knows about my slowly developing feelings that I have for Dean. I tried to elbow her again but missed.

Dean just smiled, having no clue what Charlie was trying to do, "Yeah, well, I still prefer my blondies." Winked at us and left. Or maybe he did know? I rather not know if he knows and play pretend.

The moment Dean left the room I turned around and looked up at my best friend, scowling at her, "What are you doing?"

Charlie pulled away from me and turned the faucet off. I saw a smile starting to form at the corner of her cherry red lips, "I don't know what you are talking about." She tried not to laugh when I mocked her, "'Oh I did all the wok to make her look pretty.'" I realized how high pitched my voice sounded when I saw Charlie look offended. Or tried to look offended.

"That's not how I sound."

"That's not the point, woman." I told her. I grabbed my brush from behind the crappy mirror and started to brush my long black hair. Charlie was busy cleaning the sink. I liked her new hair cut, short and cute. It really suit her, how it framed her face and her eyes pop out. She looked so innocent when she had long hair but now she looks like a total bad ass. While I, on the other hand, still have long hair that I constantly dye every month or so. I never liked my dirty blonde hair, it annoyed me how blunt it looked. I dyed my hair red, blue, pink, different variety of colors and sometimes I mix them up. This time, however, I wanted something classy yet dark. My new hair color brought out my eye colors which were blue. The longer I looked at the mirror the more I started to think about the things I hate about myself. I often feel less valuable as a human being because I'm not beautiful or drop dead gorgeous. The closest thing to a compliment I ever got was 'She's alright.' or 'She's cute'. I always wanted to know what it's like to be called beautiful, how it feels like to be called like that. Cute sounds like a 12 year old girl in a pony tail. My confidence is rock bottom at the moment I look at myself in the mirror. Feeling like a second class citizen and sometimes I don't even feel like I am one. I feel like I'm nothing at all, like I don't belong here. I feel like the nerd at school that gets picked on. I feel like I cannot get through my life because of shame I feel of what others must think when they are looking at me.