𝘕𝘰𝘶𝘯
'𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘑𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.'
Welcome to the One-Shot book/Side Book for my Supernatural story, 'The Journey Begins.'
Cover made by- @_strawberry-tea_
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— "I'm sorry, Dean. I swear, I didn't see the truck until last minute. I wasn't looking, I-I know, and I-I'm sorry, r-really sorry. Fuck, I'm sorry." — "Are you okay?"
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Twenty year old Juliet looks up at Dean with the puppy eyes, a pout on her full lips as she flutters her eyelashes to try and persuade him to let her drive the Impala.
The young huntress has been pestering her boyfriend all day to let her drive the impala, she knows that Baby is his most prized possesion but she's not that bad a driver, she's drove John's truck a couple of times. Yes, she may not be that experienced in driving but she's not that bad.
"C'mon Dean, I promise I won't crash the car. It will be fun! We can get Sammy to watch Harls for us. We would be five minutes, tops."
Dean looks up from watching Harlow sleep, the two year old's little chest rises and falls with each little breath. The twenty-three year old smiles a small smile as Harlow snuggles into her blanket as 'Ellie the elephant' sits at the end of her crib.
His green eyes flick up to Juliet, once more and as his green eyes meet her brown ones, he instantly caves with a sigh.
"Alright, alright, fine."
The hunter fishes out his car keys from the back pocket of his ripped demin jeans before looking to the kitchen area of the motel where Sam sits at the table, some law textbook in front of him.
"Sammy."
The said Winchester brother turns to Dean, peeved that he's interrupting his reading. He raises an eyebrow at his brother, silently asking what he wants.
Sam watches as Dean motions to Harlow's sleeping figure, "You mind watching her for a few minutes?" Sam sighs as he gets up from the table, not exactly thrilled with the task of babysitting.
He's nineteen, he'd rather be sticking his head in a textbook than watch over a kid but he sighs.
'She's a baby. How bad can she be?'
Sam relents with a nod of his head but a question pops into his mind, a question he shares with his brother and best friend.
"Sure, but what do I do if she wakes up?"
Juliet smiles as she points to the fridge, "If she wakes up there's a bottle of milk in the fridge, that should lull her back to sleep." Sam shakes his head, "I don't know how to feed her. What if she needs changing?"
