Capri Coleman was a normal girl, getting ready to graduate college when her life fell apart. Her close friend died in a mysterious fire, she learns that her family's death from years ago might not be what she always thought, and she is thrown into t...
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"Dad? Are you hurt?" Sam asked. "We've been looking for you everywhere. We didn't know where you were, if you were okay."
I stood from the couch, moving closer. "Sam?" I asked softly. I grabbed a pillow from the bed, tossing it at Dean. "Wake up, jerk-off."
Dean stirred, glaring at me as he groaned.
"We're fine, Dad. Where are you?" Sam asked.
Dean sat up, eyes wide. "Is that dad?"
"What? Why not?" Sam asked. "You're after it, aren't you? The thing that killed mom."
"Is your dad coming here? I have to leave." I moved to grab my bag.
"What? Why?" Dean asked.
"Uh, witch." I pointed to myself. "Hunter. I'll be dead before you finish explaining what I am."
"A demon?" Sam asked.
"I have to go." I shouldered my bag.
Dean's hand shot out, fingers curling around my wrist. "No. You...Just stay. It'll be fine." He looked at Sam. "A demon? What's he saying?"
I pulled my wrist from Dean's hand. "I can't stay here."
"Ria—"
"You know where it is?" Sam asked.
"I hope you find whatever killed your mom," I told Dean. "I hope you get your revenge and your father back." I gave him a small smile before heading for the door. "And Winchester?"
"Why not?" Sam asked.
"Yeah?" Dean looked at me.
"Put a fucking shirt on. No one wants to see your man nipples." I held up my middle finger before walking out the door.
It was only a matter of time before I had to part ways with the Winchesters. Eventually, some hunter out there figure out what I was and want me dead. Or it would be one of the brothers themselves.
From what I had put together, John was a hard-core-kill-all-monsters type.
I'd be a target, especially since I was close friends with one of his sons and...Well, Dean and I hated one another. Same as we did over six months ago when we met.
Or maybe I was just waiting around for a chance to run because it's what I always do. After everything, I still wanted nothing more than to keep my distance from anyone who dared weasel their way into my heart and get close.
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I sat in a booth at a diner. I flipped my phone in my hand. I hadn't realized just how alone I was now.
