Prologue
I didn’t want this to happen. No one did. Especially not Him. He believes it is his fault I’m here. But it’s not. Never has been, never was, never gonna be. I will never ever blame him for what happened. NEVER. Because in the end, it was all because of an Angel. An Angel that brought me here. An Angel that i was convinced was with his brother. This is the story of how Me and Sam Winchester ended up in Hell... because of an Angel named Castiel
CHAPTER 1.
Midnight, great time of the night.
The time where all the monster come out to play. When all the little girls and little boys pull their bodies into the middle of the bed and wait for the seconds to pass. Wait for the Horrors of the night to pass into the new day. But me? Nah, i prefer to hunt them down. It’s a hobby of mine, i guess. I blame my Uncle. He thought that his sons weren’t helping him and had both popped off to do their own thing. So he trained me. For five years we trained for three hours before lunch and four hours after lunch. Every day. For five years. Not that i complained. He took me in after mum and dad kicked me out. I didn’t blame them either, weird shit had started happening. Windows shattering every time i passed them, lights flickered, Electrical appliances go haywire. So Uncle John helped me control it. Turns out i had some sort of telekinetic powers that were out of control. So over the years, we trained in hand to hand, guns, knives, telekinetic, mythical creatures, driving, and anything else he could think of. Wondering what we’re doing now? Well...
“DAD! PASS THE POPCORN” i shouted across the room at him. I insisted that i called him dad because he was the most father like figure to me.
“NOOOOOO!!!!!” he shouted back, hugging the half full bowl of popcorn to his chest.
It was movie night. We did it every Friday. We would spend the whole morning from 3am to 12pm (lunch) training and then relax and have eating competitions and watch tv and movies or we go and do family things like go to the park, to ice skating. But tonight was movie night. So we were watching, Werewolf, the beast among us. And Uncle John wouldn’t give up the popcorn.
“I don’t want to have to hurt you Dad...” i said.
“hurt me? psh.... you couldn’t hurt a fly.” He teased me. he grabbed a handful of popcorn and threw it at me.
“Oh its on!”
“Like Donkey Kong!”
I lunged at him, and grabbed the popcorn without spilling any. He grabbed my foot and threw me into the ground, softly of course. I saw a pillow behind him and concentrated on it as he tried to pry the bowl out of my hands. I lifted the pillow into the air and stopped it behind his head. I smiled a creepy smile and he froze. He turned his head and looked at the pillow.
“Meet my little friend” i said and then the pillow attacked him. It was hilarious to see him so weak i grabbed the popcorn, moved back to my chair and kept the pillow hitting him, all the while eating popcorn and thinking this is better than the movie.
“Me Amor! PLEASE STOP!” he cried out.
“NO!”
“PLEASE!!!”
“Say that you sleep with a pacifier in your mouth and that you sleep with a pillow pet AND that you are second best at hunting behind me and that im the most smexiest person EVER who can beat you in everything because you are a little girl.”
“What?”
“SAY IT!!!!!” i grabbed my iPhone and hit record.
“FINE!... I, John Winchester, sleep with a Pacifier and a pillow pet every night to keep the monster under my bed and the ones in my closet away, i am the second best hunter behind my amazing daughter, Amoreta De La Cruz, who is also the most Smexiest? Person in the world who can beat me in everything because i am the equivalent to a little girl who eats candy all day and play tea party with my stuffed dollies! NOW PLEASE STOP!?!?!” he shouted. I pressed stop on my phone and set the pillow on the chair again.
“That wasn’t so hard now was it?” i asked him with a smirk on my face.
“Bastard.” He mumbled as he checked his body for bruises.
“Slut.” I said back.
FIRST CHAPTER!!!
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