You can never go back

"Help me please, you gotta help me" I screamed at the two guys inside the car I just ran out in front of. I had probably just scared them both to death, I was covered in blood after all, but right now i didn't care i just wanted to get out there quickly. Running to the side of the car, the driver rolled down his window,

"Woah, Woah, calm down, are you hurt, tell me what happened".

He had short, brown hair and Emerald green eyes, while his companion had long moosey coloured hair and almost sea green eyes, both of them wore plaid shirts under their jackets.

"Theres this guy, he attacked me while i was walking home, I just ran" I stumbled on my words, not sure how to describe my attacker

"Okay just get in the car, we'll get you somewhere safe and you can clean up" the driver was kind, I didn't atcually expect them to help me, I expected them to take me as a nut job

Hoping into the back of the car, i noticed the guy sitting the back, he had his hair styled similer to the driver, he wore a black suit under a pale cream trenchcoat and his eyes, they were almost as blue as the sky on a clear summers day. As we drove off, i turned around to find my attacker standing at the top of the steps i had just ran down.

We arrived at a motel just off the main road, It was dirty looking, the doors were painted red but the paint was pealing off. I got out of the car and not a moment later so did the three guys, they started walking towards the door that had a faded number 7 on the door. As i follwed them, i turned around to see if anyone had followed us, thats when i noticed what car the boys were driving, it shocked me a little as i had never seen one before, but i had always wanted one.

"Thats a 1967 Chevy Impala isn't it" I asked the driver before he went inside. He nodded impressed.

I stepped inside the motel room and took in my suroundings, this room was modeled like all the other motel rooms i had ever been in, it had two queen beds, with black and white patterened bed covers, It had one bathroom, a mini fridge, and a T.V

The guy who had been driving the car guided me to the bathroom and helped me clean all the blood of my body, he then told me to sit on a bed while the other guy, the one with the longer hair, sewed some of my cuts together.

I muttered a thank you, I felt ashamed to burden them with me.

"Hey, it's no problem, always happy to help"

"You mind telling me your names, so i know who to look for next time i get attacked" I half joked

"The name's Winchester"

It now suddenly all made sense

"Wait, You mean THE Winchesters, as in Sam and Dean Winchester" I saw them looked surprise, but the guy in the trench coat didn't have any reaction to me knowing them.

I continued "So you must be Castiel, Holy Crap"

Next thing i knew, i was slammed up against the wall.

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