CHPATE R 6
Dean Winchester POV (YAY!! *crowds roar with excitement*)
“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING DEAN?” Dad yelled at me. He was stressing out because his whore had just ran out. “SHE IS VERY SENSITIVE! YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT HER LIFE! DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES SHE WAS ABUSED BECUASE SHE WAS DIFFERENT? HER OWN PARENTS PAID PEOPLE TO ABUSE HER. HER FRIENDS TURNED AGAINST HER BECAUSE HER PARENTS PAID THEM TO! SHE HAS NO ONE BUT ME AND YOU GUYS AND HER ONLY FRIEND THAT NEVER WENT AGAINST HER!! SHE IS BROKEN, AND YOU HAVE JUST MADE IT WORSE!”
“WELL IM SORRY! YOU COULD HAVE ATLEAST CONTACTED US WHILE WE WERE ON THE ROAD!”
“WE WERE! ALL THOSE THINGS THAT HAPPENED BY COINCIDENCE WERE AMORETA!! SHE CAUSED ALL OF THOSE THINGS! SHE SAVED YOUR LIVES SO MANY TIMES THAT WE LOST COUNT!”
“Lets just go find her.” Sammy said. I cant believe that she did that. She saved our lives so many times and i never knew. I feel like shit now.
“Where would she be?” Cas asked.
“Well, let’s check the house first.”
*at the house*
“Ami?” Cas shouted as we walked into the house. I went straight to the kitchen to get some food.
“Hey, Dad? Come here for a second.”
“What is it Sam?” he asked. I made my way to the lounge and stared at the note it Dad’s hands.
Dear Dad, Sammy, Bobby, Cas, and Dipshit- i mean Dean.
I think I’m gonna take a break from everyone and everything. I’m sorry. But it’s for the best. I really need to get away just for a bit. It’s just getting harder and harder for me to be able to be safe anymore. I know that i am safest with you guys but I am honestly safer away from you. Dad, i love you, even though you’re not my real father, i wish you were. Dean, you arrogant son of a bitch, keep Sammy and Dad safe. Sammy, Remember that Dad, Bobby, Cas and Dean all do everything with everyone else in their best mind, either that or their drunk. Your choice at how you see that. Uncle Bobby, you know where I might be going. If all plays out how i have seen and planned it, see you then, on that date. I’ll miss you. Cas. Well, i just met you but i know nearly everything about you. Times will be tough in a while, but Dean and Sammy will be there to help you. DON’T TELL HER CAS! You’ll know who i am talking about soon. My life depends on it.
Yours in Heaven and Hell,
Amoreta De La Cruz-Winchester.
She... she left?
Becoming guilt ridden, i walked out of the house and went to sit in the car. I noticed a piece of paper held in place by the windscreen wipers. I grabbed it and got into the car. I locked the doors and turned AC/DC up loud so no one could hear me.
Dear Dean.
I’m sorry about making you hate me. I honestly am. I remember everything though. Even if you don’t. I remember when you saved me from the Demon, the wendigo, bloody mary, and myself. I remember you and Dad saving me and exorcising me. I remember the wendigo cutting my leg open. I remember bloody mary following me, and just as i was about to give myself up to her, you saved me. I also remember when you found me curled up in the bush’s while you were on the woman in white job. You stopped the blood and saved my life again. You never figured out i was the same person, but i always realised that you had a slight premonition that i was that girl every time. Every time you sewed up my cuts, every bruise you iced and every time you held me when i cried. I just wanted to thank you. And this was the only way i thought that you would listen.
I want to thank you for all the times you were there for me even though you didn’t realize who i was to you. You see... its really hard for me to say this because i literally just found out from your thoughts, and Dad’s thoughts, but you remember Lucky? Your old girlfriend? Yeah well, she was the one who attacked me. She was the one who pushed me off that balcony in Minnesota when you were doing that demon case. She became a avid drunk. It wasn’t your fault. I was put into foster care and was adopted by her while she was high and drunk. She constantly took her anger out on me. When you dumped her to protect her, she took it out on me. That was when she pushed me off the balcony.
I know that this would be so hard for you to hear this but since it tells a lot of who i am and my background. The reason why i reacted to what you said was because my ‘mother’ (lucky) would pay guys to abuse me. Sexually, physically, and mentally. They would call me a whore and Lucky forced me to get a tattoo that said whore, slut, fucked up dipshit. It hurt like hell and i still have it to remember what i am. That’s why i reacted. Dad (John) took me in after you found me after i tried to take my life. He told me about you and i realised that you where his son, the man he loved, the boy he watched grow up, even though he regretted bringing you up they way he did. He told me that if he could rewrite time and make it so that you and Sammy could not live this life.
If you ever want to see Lucky, she is in the Miami Rehab center. She kept on saying that you were different and she wanted me to be like you when she was extremely high and drunk. She also wanted me to tell you this. She loved you with all her heart. But when you told her who you really were, she loved you even more. She hated it when you left her so she needed another person to take that out on someone. That just happened to be me. She started out nice but in the end... well i think you realized what happened.
I don’t blame you for anything, i think that you needed an explanation. And this is what this is.
I don’t care if you hate me even more because of this, or if you never talk to me again because i brought Lucky up. I know you were going to propose, but you thought against it because of your life. I am so sorry for bringing out the worst in you.
You’re not the reason why i’m leaving. I’m leaving because i really need a break. If i see you, which i will, it means its time. You need to enlist people for the upcoming war. I can’t win it on my own. I need everyone’s help. If you meet otherhunters, tell them Amoreta De La Cruz vestra indiget auxilio diabolum. Adjuvabit eam. et docebit nos nova, ubi venator fieri non ederet. Adiuvabit eam, et tempora vitae constituta me. this will convince them to help our side.
Yours in Blood and Luck,
Amoreta De La Cruz-Winchester
PS: Look behind you.
“What?” i mumbled in confusion. I turned around in my seat. There, on the backseat, was a pie.
PPS: ENJOY
“Hmmm... i wonder what kind it is...” i muttered as i looked back at the letter
PPPS: Apple
“YES!” i shouted over Shoot to Thrill. “I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MORT!!”
PPPPS: I love you too.
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