"I had no idea." She said.
"No-one did, I was a foster child," He began. "Because I ran. I ran away because of how much I didn't see him. My uncles were the only one's who took care of me."
"Who are your uncles?"
"Sam and Dean Winchester." Replied, pulling a family barbeque picture out of his wallet. Sam on the right, cooking the burgers, Dean on the left, grabbing beers, and Bobby. Bobby was in the middle, holding Charlie. "They were always there for me. I went hunting with them for my tenth birthday."
"Did you get a deer?" She asked innocently.
"No," He began as he was pulling up the back of his shirt. "I got this though."
"What are those three lines down your back?" She asked, with her hands over her mouth.
"I got these during a werewolf fight." He replied, pulling his shirt back down. She looked as puzzled as an unsolved jigsaw puzzle.
"A... werewolf?" She asked.
"Yes, and for future reference, vampires, ghosts, wendigo, demons, angels, leviathans, faith, and a whole lot more are real too." He told her.
"Is big foot real?" She asked.
"No," He began to reply, "He is just a myth. Let's get going. Bobby will be waiting." On that note, they were driving to Souix Falls, so Charlie could reunite with his father and two, and only uncles.
YOU ARE READING
The Lost Ones
FantasíaTwo children, Katherine and Charlie, are running from a lot of people who want to kill them. Charlie is Bobby Singers son, and Katherine is a future demon, not possessed, but turned into one.
