Our Pasts - Supernatural

Chapter 4

Hey, for all of you Charlie Nerdists, she was ur BFF! Peace!

Present Day

You jerked awake from yet another nightmare. They came all the time now, it was always the same thing. It was the love of your life not leaving you, but instead you suddenly see thin read lines that start bleeding uncontrollobly. When he falls, you see your right hand covered in blood, his blood, holding a bloody dagger. Everything was...not good now. You saw a couple of weird F.B.I agents were running around, even life was not as weird as them or their questions. They were hunters. You could tell.

You opened the right-hand drawer to get a knife to cut a roll if sushi. You started cooking a late lunch for yourself when you felt like you were being watched. You have a tighter grip on the knife you took from the drawer.

You hear rustling outside. It was nothing. Then you heard your door creak and felt a sharp pain through your abdomen. You hear yelling outside, but it was very faint. You felt another sharp pain through your neck, but it was more jagged, forceful. The small blades that cut your neck stayed there for a minute until it stopped and you heard a slice, and a loud thud. Blood was trickling down your stomach and neck. The last thing you heard was a voice and you felt a man pick you up as everything went black.
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You woke up in a memory foam bed, bandages wrapped around you waist and stitches on both your neck and stomach wounds. You heard a deep sigh of relief, and it wasn't yours. You saw a man reach for you but you sat up quickly, it hurt like hell, and gave him a smack across the face. Then you laid down on your side. You looked in front of you, and saw a wall of guns, and a picture of a man and a woman smiling.

"Hey man! We got a problem."

"What?"

"I can tell she doesn't like me."

"Why?"

"Because she smacked me in the face." I heard a snicker. The one in the room stormed over to the other one and I heard a flick.

"Oww!" Huh. They're acting like children.

My jacket was off. They have my phone and wallet. Crap. I heard the one who watched over me rummage through pockets. Oh no. "Let's see. Your name is..." he stopped.

"Dude?"

"I know this girl." I turned my head. I recognised him as the shorter F.B.I agent. One of the hunters. Now that I get a longer look at him, I could've sworn I have seen him at Ellen's bar before it burned down.

"Who the hell are you?" I yelled.

"(Y/N), you haven't changed a bit." ummm...creepy.

"Who are you!?" he took my face in his hands and sat me up so I was looking at him.

"Tell me you don't know me." I studied him. I was about to give up when I saw them. The gourgous green eyes that I haven't seen for all these years. The ones of the boy I loved.

"Dean!" I fell into his arms, and I don't know why, but I cried.

"D-dean..." he held me close to him the whole time.