Tears streamed down my cheeks and I could barely contain the sob that sat in my throat, threatening to come out. I wanted to start to scream and cry and I wanted to rush over to him.
But I couldn't.
Lucas sat there, as canton tortured him the same way he had done it to me. He had taken over his father and killed his mom and little sister.
But Lucas was strong and he had managed to hold his tears and cries of pain back, like I did.
Except no one was going to come and save him.
Jahze and I stood in his living room as I watched the future play its self out for me. I had some how managed to block at out all the noise and watched them both silently.
They exchanged a few words here and there but I wasn't listening. Lucas was losing blood, and fast.
"You're boring me. Tell Leigh, I said hi." canton said flatly, before stabbing Lucas in stomach.
I jumped and watched Lucas start gasping for breath. Tears flooded down my cheeks and I turned my body so I was no longer facing him.
"Can we be done now?" I asked quietly and I held myself in my arms. Jahze looked at me sadly before nodding.
Cantons laughter disappeared and now it was quiet. But I recognized where I was.
Bobby's house.
I noticed that we now stood in his study, as bobby sat at his desk and read something while drinking whiskey straight out of the bottle. Tears brimmed his eyes and I wiped mine away.
Bobby and I had grown close. Sam and Dean would sometimes go on hunts that were "too dangerous for me" so I stayed here, in Sioux Falls.
I didn't really call it a home since I really only stayed in motels or on the road, but I still had a "bedroom". It was a small plain room that had a few pictures up and I only used it when I stayed there.
At first it was awkward between us but after a while it wasn't. We didn't talk too much but we enjoyed each other's company.
Bobby took another sip from the bottle as he read an old book, which I assumed was about old myths.
I took a step towards Bonny's desk and he took his eyes of the book. He looked over at one of the few pictures on his desk.
"How long have I been dead?"
"6 months."
I moved so I was standing next to bobby and I looked at the picture he was focusing on.
It was of all of us. Sam,dean, bobby, and I. We were trying to take a nice picture but it hasn't turned out like we had hoped. Dean, trying to be funny, had put Sam in a had lock and trying to lick his face. Bobby had a very aggravated look on his face and he was scolding them both. I was on the other side complaint about the heat.
Smiling to myself slightly, I looked over at bobby. Some tears were falling down his face before he looked at another one.
This one was of Sam and I. There was about a solid three weeks where Sam and Dean took pictures of everything, they said they wanted to preserve the memories.
This was my first ever hunt. We had just gotten rid of a murderous ghost of a women who killed men that were unfaithful.
I stood on top of her headstone and Sam stood next to me. Her burnt body was in the dug up ground in front of us and Dean took the picture.
"It's all my fault." bobby whispered to himself.
"No it's not." I said quietly before placing my hand on his shoulder. Of course he couldn't feel anything but I did it any way.
