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_
The one where Harlow gets her period Requested by: gabbyrocco
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— "It's not something you can kill, dad. Look, I need mom." — "Uh, your mom's gone out, said she'll be five minutes. Is it anything I can help with?"
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Dean is relaxing in his and Juliet's room in the bunker when all of a sudden he hears a loud groan from down the hall which is strange as Sam's off doing God knows what and Juliet had just popped out not five minutes ago to do a grocery run.
The older Winchester brother furrows his eyebrows and lowers the volume on the television, just to be sure he wasn't hearing things.
A few minutes go by before Dean hears it again. It's not a deep groan but it's enough to get his attention.
The older Winchester brother gets up from off his bed and leans over and opens his bedside draw, taking out his .44. He clutches his gun to him, putting his index finger on the trigger (just incase) and walks out the room, keeping his back to the wall.
With every step he takes, the groans get louder and louder until he is outside Harlow's bedroom door. Immediately thinking the worst, he busts Harlow's bedroom door open and aims his gun inside, he looks around the room but noticing that no one is in there but Harlow, he puts the gun down and tucks the .44 in his waistband.
His green eyes lock onto Harlow's identical ones and it's then she lets out a groan of pain.
Dean is quick to assess the teen, wondering what's wrong.
"Harlow, what is it? What's the matter, did something do this to you?"
The thirteen year old rolls her eyes as she sees Dean put the gun away.
"It's not something you can kill, dad. Look, I need Mom."
Dean looks his daughter up and down, concern shining in his green eyes.
"Uh, your mom's gone out, said she'll be five minutes. Is it anything I can help with?"
Harlow, so much like her mother, rolls her eyes, again.
"Like I said, it's not something you can kill."
Dean huffs a breath of air, "If it bleeds, I can kill it." Harlow groans in pain once more before replying through gritted teeth. "That's the problem, dad. It won't stop bleeding." Dean raises an eyebrow at that. "What do you mean?"
