Daughter of the Legend: A Supernatural Fanfiction (WATTY AWARDS WINNER 2013)

Chapter Thirteen: Talking

 We spent a week at the stranger's house, who was later introduced as Bobby. Yeah, sure it was great to have a break, except for the fact I wasn't allowed to leave Bobby's house unless Dean, Sam, Bobby or Cas were with me. This was put into place by Dean, who had become extremely protective. Which made sense since the whole kidnapping thing went down.

I was sitting at the kitchen table eating a bowl of Apple Jacks, slightly nodding along to Jukebox Hero by Foreigner off of my Ipod. Sam sat down across from me in mid-air guitar and poured himself a bowl of cereal. Once my song had ended I shut off my Ipod.

"Morning ,Sam," I said cheerfully.

"Good morning," he replied. There was something about the way that Sam spoke that made me feel like he wanted to talk but didn't want to ask. I didn't really like to talk about stuff but if Sam asked I'd give it a small shot.

"Okay, what is it?" I asked setting down my spoon. Sam looked up at me like I had read his mind...Had I? Who knows maybe its part of this tangled up mess.

"It's nothing, if you don't want to talk about it you don't have to. I'm just worried about you and so is everyone else. You haven't shown any reactions from what happened." I cringed slightly at Sam's words. If you only knew...I thought to myself. Since I had been back I have had endless ghost pains and had been having night terrors/flash backs of the things Lily had done to me.

I hesitated for a minute,"Do you really want to know how I'm doing?" Sam nodded. "Can I make one request?" Sam nodded again, "Can we go outside and walk?" After slipping on some shoes I began to tell Sam what happened.

"She knocked me out with  what I think was chloroform when we were at the beach, she said I was pretty much out for a week cold. When I woke up I was tied to a chair and ice water had been dumped over my head. She tried verbal persuasion first but I had said no with zero hesitation. Then she started..." I shivered remembering the knife slicing my skin. "That was when she started the torture. Sam, the first thing she did was stick a stake knife through the center of my arm..." pointed to the place where it had been ,even though it looked like nothing had ever happened to me. "She told me I was special...that I could do things...."Sam's face grew dark, flashbacks from when he too was "special".

"What did she say made you special?" he asked.

"That I could control things and understand and talk to the uncontrollable...."I shook my head, "and that I could do so much more with her guidance." Sam thought back to Ruby but quickly wiped away the memory. "She also said I couldn't be possessed."  This caught Sam's attention immediately.

"You can't be possessed? You don't have this tattoo do you?" Sam pulled down the collar of his shirt showing me the black warding tattoo. I shook my head in response.

"No, I don't. Lily said it was part of my 'gift' but I'm no sure." Sam furrowed his eye brows trying to figure out how that could have worked.

"Anyways continue," he said after a while.

"For that whole next week she grew more and more violent, breaking bones, cutting, beating, stabbing, burning, peeling.." I felt my chest growing tight, making it hard to breath. "Who would do that Sam? She poured scolding hot water over me and stabbed me," I was shaking and crying and actually had to stop walking. "Then I got out...I was almost home free! When I was talking to Dean over the phone they found me. I felt like I was there for years Sam...and I felt myself slipping. Losing faith that you guys would find me because I tried to pray and no one could here me...no one! I wanted to die. I wanted to let go so bad..." I started crying again and Sam wrapped me in a hug. Sam knew, I could feel it in the way he held me, he knew what I had been through.

"But I was right," I continued with a sniff, "I'm free now...for now.." I looked up at my uncle, "That won't be the last time that happens will it...?" Sam looked down at the ground which I took as a yes.

"We get it you know," he said after a while as we kept walking.

"You do?"

Sam nodded "The torture and the invisible scars it leaves behind. They never really go away. We heard you crying last night." I looked down remembering the night terror. "Dean has been sleeping outside your door every night to make sure you're okay."

"Really?" I say my eyes growing wide, "Dean does that?" Sam nodded.

"He tore himself up to nothing when we couldn't find you. I think he still does."Sam shook his head," We have a hard time forgiving ourselves." I smiled sadly, I guess it was a family thing. "You should talk to him about this."Sam said looking at me. I nodded in agreement.

"Why does he blame himself? I was the one who didn't listen to him. It was my fault more than any ones."

Sam shrugged, "Ask him and find out."

Sam and I turned back around and walked to the house, changing the subject to something a bit better. He said he could find a home schooling program for me, that way I wasn't transferring schools with each new job. Being the new kid isn't something to exactly volunteer for in high school. I liked that idea a lot and told him that it would be great.

When we reached the porch I gave Sam another hug, "Thanks for making me talk about what happened. I feel kinda better..." I admitted.

Sam smiled,"No problem."

"Do you know where Dean is?" I asked walking up the steps.

"I saw him in his room before I came downstairs,"Sam said.

"Okay.  Thanks." I said with a smile opening up the door. I climbed up the stairs and went looking for Dean. We needed to talk one on one about everything that has happened so far.

As I made my way to Dean's room I noticed the door was open and heard talking inside. It was Dean and Bobby. I felt guilty but listened in.

"Dean, I'm not going to do that!" said Bobby sternly.

"Bobby please!" Dean sounded frustrated, "This life is no place for her!" I instantly realized they were talking about me.

"And you think leaving her here with me is any better? This ain't a place to raise a kid Dean."

"You practically raised us and we turned out fine!"

"I had to Dean. But Rachel is your daughter, and you are all she has left. That girl has faith in you and you are going to throw that all away by making her stay here? What even makes you think she is going to listen!"

"Bobby, this is the safest place for her. You saw what they did to her. I can't let that happen again. I don't want her-"

I couldn't listen to this any longer. As quietly as I had come I left, running out the back door (on my own) I ran out into the scrap yard. I felt a heavy weight on my chest and after I got a little ways off, I stopped and sat down to catch my breath. 

"He doesn't want me." I said to myself. I guess I had always known that someone like Dean wouldn't want to be tied down with a kid, but I just thought... I closed my eyes and rested my head against the dented door of a car. My head hurt from thinking so much and I just wanted to take a nap.

I walked back to the house thinking of what I was going to do. I quietly came in through the front door and then up stairs to the room I was staying in. I locked the door behind me and gathered up my things into the duffel bag.

"Hey, its time to eat," a knock came on my door later that evening. It was Dean.

"I'm not very hungry," I said lying, because in fact I was starving. "I'm just gonna go to bed."

"You sure?" Dean asked, "We got pie for dessert." PIE!  No! I mentally told myself,  restraining from opening the door.

"I'm really okay. Good night!" Dean's shadow stayed by the door but when I turned out my lights I watched as he finally left. I checked the clock on my Ipod, 9:00 pm. One more hour and I'm gone. No one was going to leave me behind, so I was going on my own.