Babysitting - A Dean Winchester Love Story

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The screams echoed throughout the house. Desperately trying to block them out, the blue eyed beauty clamped her eyes shut once again, despite the fact it was begging to give her a migraine.
She couldn't block out her mother's blood curdling scream or the sound of her flesh being ripped to pieces...it made her feel incredibly ill, however she knew she had to do everything in her power to hide. The young girl was hiding in the closet in the hall way; there was enough junk in there for her to appear almost invisible. She heard the noises stop, so she decided to check if the coast was clear so she could find help. Creeping out of the claustrophobic cupboard, she ran to the front door. That's when she heard its laughter; so terrible and malicious. The 10 year old, slowly turned to face the woman behind the laugh and regretted it almost immediately. The woman stood before her was of average height, dark hair with exquisitely matching eyes; overall, she was rather beautiful... except from the blood that was staining her olive skin.

"Oh, little Cora. I've been looking for you." The woman smiled and launched herself at the child.
The young girl tried to run but the woman was too fast; she grabbed Cora and threw her against the wall. Now that Cora was no longer stabilised, the woman could get to work. She began by nipping her new victim's neck. She slowly chewed away at the flesh on her neck before piercing the jugular vein and sucked the blood which was now spurting out of the wound. As she moved to the child's wrists, she heard footsteps gradually getting closer and then she heard the voice of the infamous Bobby Singer: "Damned Vampires."

The woman saw the blade too late, and just like that, her life had ended. Bobby watched the machete go through the neck of the vampire and observed her head drop, and roll on to the blood stained floor.

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