Life Married to A Winchester

Chapter 5

Being married to Dean is literally the best thing ever. He brought me breakfast in bed this morning. And he knew exactly what I wanted without even having to ask me. Little advice guys, marry your best friend. This side of  Dean is never really shown to anyone except Sam and I. Everyone always thinks he's an asshole or he's too awkward to love anyone. I constantly get asked, "why did you marry him?" or, here's my favorite one, note the immense sarcasm, "does he hit you?" And whenever I'm asked I try to remain as calm as I can, look them in the eyes and smile and I will tell anyone this every single time, "Dean is different than every man, ever. Yeah, he seems very shy and way to quiet but in all reality, Dean is the type of person to treat you like a princess. Every morning I wake up feeling like I'm the Queen of freaking England. He may seem very uncaring but he's just protecting himself from people who are awful deep down and to also protect his brother and me from harms way. So that's why I married him and no he would never lay a hand on me." And I mean every single word of it. There aren't any cases today so Dean and I are going shopping for some things for the nursery. We aren't going to paint the walls until we find out the gender of the baby so we're going to by a white crib, a white dresser and baby supplies so that we have them ready when our child is born. I've had names picked out in my head since Dean and I first thought about starting a family before the apocalypse started. I just hope no more new monsters show up before the baby arrives. We had just gotten rid of the leviathans. Sam and Dean were in the garage washing the cars. I decided to read in mine and Dean's room. As I was reading I heard my phone ring. I didn't recognize the number so I picked it up anyway.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hello? Is this Winter Reagan?" The shakes voice of a frightened little girl came through the receiver. She must not have known I was married. Reagan was my maiden name.
"This is. May I ask who's calling?"
"Claire Curtis. My dad said to call you if any monsters showed up. He said you can help."
"I can. What does the monster look like?" I grabbed a notebook and pen I kept on my bedside table. I remembered Claire. I helped her dad Ryan Curtis with a demon issue once. He was friends with my dad before my father passed away 16 years ago on a Vampire hunt.
"The monster is very tall and skinny with big claws."
"Did the monster hurt you Claire?" I asked.
"No. But it took my daddy last night. My mommy is really scared. She won't tell the cops what we saw because she thinks no one will believe us. But I know you would." She sounded like she was about to cry. I need to help her. So far it sounded like she was describing a wendigo. They must have moved into the woods up north. I remember her mom wanted to live by the mountains. Bad idea.
"Okay Claire. I'm going to come up to help you. But I need to talk to a couple friends of mine who can help. Can you stay in the phone with me?" I asked very calmly.
"Yeah." Her voice was still shaking. I set my book down and bolted down the hallway to the garage. I burst through the door, the phone still in my hand.
"Boys, we need to help a little girl named Claire. I'm going to put her on speaker and she's going to tell you what happened." The boys nodded. I put the phone back up to my ear.
"Claire?"
"Yeah?"
"I have my friends in front of me. Their names are Sam and Dean. I'm going to put you on speaker so you can tell them what happened. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Great." I hit the speaker button on my phone screen. "Go ahead Claire."
"Last night I heard a growling noise outside my window. Then I heard someone scream and my daddy ran outside with a gun. Then something really tall and skinny snuck up behind him. It had really big claws and long arms. I blinked and the monster took my daddy. Can you please help me and my mommy?"
"Where do you live Claire?"
"319 north Hanover street in Askov, Minnesota."
"Wendigos would be notorious up there." Sam said. Dean nodded.
"Claire?" Dean asked.
"Yeah?" She asked.
Dean looked into my eyes.
"We're coming to help you."