Faded Scars ▷ Supernatural [ON HOLD]

3: In The Beginning [part 1]

I pace back and forth in my room. All my thoughts wander of to the nightmare, or memories. Every time I close my eyes I see the darkness that swallowed me for ears, I seen the man how visited me everyday, giving me a offer. To torture souls for information and every time I said no. I've done some bad stuff in my life and torturing souls is not gonna be one of them. Every time the man walked out two mesmerizing green eyes showed up, filled with darkness and so much anger. The man I got to know, the man that broke me down only to patch me up again and start over.

He's sleeping in the room next to me. Dean.
I sit down on my bed and run my fingers thru my filthy hair. I lay down, looking up at the ceiling thinking about the story Dean told me about his mother being burned hanging from the ceiling. I husky voice comes thru the thin walks from the boys room.

"You have to stop it"

I wake up to someone poking me on my arm frustrating. I groan and open my eyes. A homeless man is standing beside me. He has a long beard with dirty cloths. He look at me curiously and tape my arm one more time. I sit up and look around, still groggy. It's early in the morning, the sun just got up giving light to the ally. The man help me up and take a step back.

"Where am I?" I questioned with a harsh voice. Last thing I remember is laying on my bed in my room and somehow I turned up in an ally.

"Lawrence, Kansas" The man answers with a laugh and walk away, further into the ally.
I hear still spines as I can hear the pondering of my pulse in my ears. I lean again the wall and follow it out to the streets. People are laughing, walking around like every normal day. I eyes look on the dinner beside. It's old with an influents of the 70's. The stall is fields with people having their breakfast. I walk up to a man sitting at the desk. I ask polite if the seats taken and he shakes his head. I sit down and drop my head in my hands.

"Rough night,huh? " He ask with a smile. I life my head up to look at him and smiles.

"You can say that" I rub the side of my head with my two index fingers.

"Coffee here, Rich" he call out.

"Thank you" he smiles and look down at his new palpable again. My eyes follows and hit the date. 

Monday, April, 30, 1973.

I gasp by surprised and look around the dinner and then it hits me.

"Winchester, you son of a bitch" a man calls out and walk around for the man sitting beside me. "How are you doing corporal" the old man shakes his hand and smiles.

"Hey mister D"

"I heard you where back. It's good to have you back John" my eyes widen as I look at the man closely. I can't be.

"Say hello to your old man" The man says and walk away. John answers and look back at me, meeting my eyes.

"Are you okay, miss?" He asks. I continue to stare as at him. His look confused at me.
"Do we know each other? Cause I would remember a pretty face like yours" I scoffs and look down to my coffee.

"I guess not" I answers and follow the edge of the cup with my fingers. He grab my hand and squeeze it and lift up my face to meet his. A man sitting down beside me and call on the waitress. His voice seems familiar. I turn around to see Dean. My mouth drop so as his.
John look at Dean and then at me.

"It that man bothering you miss?" He ask and stare at Dean with harsh eyes. I shake my head look back at John.

"It's fine, I know him" I answer, John still stares at Dean before turning his gaze back to me.