Winchester Child

Chapter Ten

"Harley!" Dean calls at 6:30. I was just putting my dishes away and making more tea when he came storming into the kitchen.

"Want to tell me what this is?" He asks, holding up the silver and iron rings that he gave me at the beginning of the year.

"Oh, thanks! Sorry, I guess I forgot to put them back on." I say, taking them out of his hands and putting them back on.

"No. This isn't just a sorry thing." He says, still looking appalled.

"I forgot. I'm sorry." I say like it's no big deal.

"You could have seriously gotten hurt"

"By what? Not shaking someones hands?"

"Yes!"

"What's going on?" Sam asks sleepily as he walks into the kitchen.

"She wont wear the rings!" Dean tattles.

"Hey- woah! Look, It's not like I wont wear them. I just forgot to. Chill." I say

"No. I will not 'chill'!!" He says

"You both need to shut the fuck up." Sam says tiredly, rubbing his eyes and grabbing the cup of coffee that I made for him and set on the counter.

"So who's right?" dean asks, looking to Sam for help.

"I'm not your mediator." He says, putting his hands up and walking back out of the kitchen. I follow and walk into the bathroom, finish getting ready, then head to school. World History started it,  and Justin sat next to me which was nice. He talked to me the entire time and he kept making these stupid jokes, but they were all really funny. And they weren't mean, they were just funny. We made fun of how in the 20's what people thought was cute and just stuff like that. The day was pretty much the same, and I figured out that that was how most of my days at Thunderridge were gonna be. It was fine - and there were good people. But I missed Dennis. Not really the people, but the house. And the beach.

The house was just so comforting. And I know that I left stuff there, irreplaceable stuff. And I need to go back to find my mom. What if she's not dead? What if she's still there and worried about me? And I just have to go back because she always had stuff around the house. Special kinds of stuff, and she said that one day she would teach me what all of it means and how to use it. I'm guessing she was gonna tell me when she would tell me who my dad was, but that didn't turn out how she intended it to. After school ends, I smoke in the parking lot for a little before jumping in my car and driving home.

I unlock the door and shove my shoulder against it, which usually does the trick to open it but today I push it a few more times until it finally flies open. I go into the library, expecting the boys to be studying some kind of monster for some kind of case but they aren't. I go into the kitchen and knock on their bedrooms before entering, but everywhere is empty. The cars are there, so they should be home. I finally go to my last resort, the basement. Going down in the elevator seems to take forever, and it's unfamiliar to be in such a small room with so many symbols and figures. Finally it opens and I'm left with the unknown corridors of the basement.

Most of it is mapped out similarly to the first floor, but without the library, kitchen, or living room. It's all hallways and storage, which is why it's the most unlikely place for the boys to be. After a while of wondering and checking rooms, I start to hear a voice. I walk towards where they seem to be coming from until I'm right outside the room, with my ear pressed to the door.

"I can't say." It says smugly before a slight wince.

"Yes you can. And you will." I hear Dean say before another more intense wince from the voice.