Chapter 15: My Fault

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Deans POV
(Downstairs)
"I was a tough in her, I mean she is just a kid. She didn't know Lucifer was a bad kid."
"Well Dean that's true but Lucifer could of messed with her mind and made her see things..." Sam said getting a little quiet. I clear my throat to clear the awkwardness.
"I am going to fix her something to eat, since she hasn't ate in a while" I said rubbing the back of my neck walking into the kitchen. I reach up and get the things I need to make her a peanut butter sandwich. I walk up holding a plate with the sandwich on it and thinking of what to say to not start a fight.
I knock softly on the door "Diane. Hey, um...I made you a sandwich." She doesn't answer. "Look I'm sorry I yelled can I explain to you?" I wait a few minutes...still no answer. "Okay then I am coming in young lady and you better not throw anything" I say sternly. I open the door and didn't have anything throw at me...strange. I look around and I don't see her.
   I saw something on her table that's next to her bed. I sat down and put the plate down next to me and picks up what was a piece of paper. On the paper it read...
"Dear Daddy,
    I am sorry but i cant take it. Maybe if i leave i can settle this myself, or maybe let this take me over. Oh well at least i can say i tried to fight it off. Dont bother looking for me you won't find me. I might be back, but if i dont come back that means i lost the battle with myself and Lucifer won. I love you daddy.
      Love,
    Diane"
"No...no...no! This is my fault"

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