I walked into the old house/junkyard that belonged to my father figure. "Bobby!" I yelled my voice echoing slightly. I went into the living room and there were a few beers on the table, two of them still kinda full. I turned around to be met with a gun to my face. I jumped back and saw a man around 27-28 who was a bit taller than me. He had green eyes that if you starred into long enough you could almost tell that he didn't have the best life ever. I raised my arms a little bit and took a step back which only cause him to step forward.
"Easy there tiger." I said raising my arms a bit higher. His 'strait face', as the internet would say, altered as he tried not to smile/smirk. I then knocked the gun out of his hand and grabbed his arm and pulled it behind his back, not enough to break his arm but enough to hurt him. He looked a bit surprised at what I had just done.
Just then another guy walked in to see me holding this guys arm behind his back. The other guy was very tall and had long but still kinda short hair, brown eyes and was just as good looking as the one I'm currently holding the arm of. The other guy pulled out his gun in one swift motion.
"Let him go." He said sternly. "What's you're name?" I asked with a small smirk, he looked lost for a second before speaking up. "Sam Winchester, and that's my brother, Dean." Realization hit me and I let go of Dean. "Winchesters?" I asked him as leaned down and grabbed Deans gun. He nodded and I gave Dean his gun. "Do you know where I can find Bobby?" I asked the two boys as they put down their weapons, realizing I meant no harm. They shook their heads. Shit..... I thought as a frown flashed across my face.
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"-I never...ha....I've never laughed so hard in my life." I said giggling in my chair. Bobby had gotten home about an hour ago and all of us were sitting around, drinking. Dean, Sam, Bobby and me all sat with smiles on our faces, laughing at the stories we were telling.
"Oh! I've got one!" I said a little over-enthusiastically. "One time I was hanging out here in this wonderful house, and me and my father were messing around outside and I tripped into a puddle of mud. My dad picked me up and I just laughed and flung mud at him." I said with a small smile. It wasn't a funny story but we were just telling each other things about our past.
"I remember that," Bobby said taking a drink, "not to long after, you and you're dad moved to Oklahoma for awhile." I nodded my smile slowly slipping from my face as I thought about the house I lived in while I lived in Oklahoma.
All that house represented was death. A whole lot of death. My mother died in that house. My father died in that house. My brother killed himself in that house. Too many sad memories came from that house.
I looked down at my half-empty glass with a frown plastered on my face. A tear slipped from my eye and I whipped it away before standing.
"Welp, it's getting late. I think I'm going to head out." I said, putting the glass down on the table. Bobby looked up to me and nodded as he stood up. He gave me hug and muttered, "you need to start visiting me more, you hear?" I only nodded then waved the boys goodbye. I walked out of the house and to my car.
"Wait! Hold on!" I heard Dean yell, I turned toward the house and saw Dean rushing towards my car. As he stopped walking I cocked my head to the side like a confused puppy. He handed me a piece of paper with numbers scrawled down on it.
"Don't be afraid to call me sometime. Okay?" He said that and I smiled nodding.
"Can do." He smiled and I climbed in my car.
"See ya some other time Winchester." I pulled out of the old junk yard and from away from the house.
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Told ya I'd update soon. Anyway, I hope ya liked it. I know I don't update much but I plan to change that.
Anywho.
Random question of the chapter is....
Does anyone here like Twenty One Pilots?
They are currently my favorite band. I'm wondering in anybody else like them.
