"Their past is cold and empty
They know it's been enough
Of waiting on somebody
Someone who doesn't care
But he knows her name
She knows that he'll always be there"
After the sudden and violent death of her sister, Wren joins the Winchester brothers...
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wren's pov
WHAT was harder than to tell your parents that her daughter had died? I'll tell you. Lying to them about what happened.
We stopped by my parent's house to tell them the news and to attend Jess' funeral. It was awful. The worst pain I've ever felt in my life. I still couldn't believe she was gone.
I do not think I would have survived this if Sam hadn't been by my side through all of it.
I had to lie to my family about my own's sister death and also about where I was going the next few weeks.
I told them I had to take a break from college. That I couldn't be stuck studying there after all that had happened. That every corner of that school was haunted with memories of us.
That part was true, but I was not going away to a spiritual retreat to find myself again. I was going demon hunting with two men. But I obviously couldn't tell them that.
After the worst two days of my life, we stayed in Stanford for x weeks to check if we could find any trace to the thing that killed Jessica.
They had started teaching me how to face supernatural creatures. Well, mostly Sam. Dean hadn't really interacted with me that much.
It was going ok, at least I thought so. It was hard work and it required a lot of technique and concentration from my part, which at the moment was lacking quite a lot. But, besides the little things, I had actually learnt a few useful things.
We took off on our journey to Blackwater Ridge, Colorado exactly one week and 2 days after Jess' death.
Dean was driving, Sam was in deep sleep in the passenger's seat, and I was sitting in the back. We were listening to Dean's tracks, and I hated to admit that he had great taste in music, so I wasn't complaining.
Sam woke up startled.
"You okay?" Dean asked his brother.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Another nightmare?" I asked him putting a hand on his shoulder.
He coughed trying to hide the fact that he didn't answer my question.
"Wanna drive for a while?" Dean offered.
Sam looked amusedly at him "Dean, your whole life, you never once asked me that."
"Just thought you might want to. Never mind."
"Look, man. You're worried about me. I get it. And I thank you, but I'm perfectly okay."
"Mmh, mmh." Dean hummed.
"I don't know who you're tryna fool, Sam. But not me, and definitely not your brother." I told him.
"All right, where are we?" He ignored me.
I rolled my eyes and saw Dean look at me through the rearview mirror and smirked at my frustration.
