Crossing Paths (A Supernatural X Reader Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

12 years later.

You were tossed around from foster home to foster home, like a toy being traded from one child to another.

Walking into your new room, you throw your army duffle bag onto the bed, watching as it sunk into the memory foam matress.

Laying back onto the bed, you groaned as it felt like you were floating on clouds, well you very much could be.

"New life, new room, new everything." You sighed, gazing up at the ceiling, it painted to look like the stars.

You begin to think about the past homes you had been in, but quickly cut those memories off before the fear would consume you once more. You rolled from the cloud- bed, looking around at your surroundings. The plaster walls of the massive attic were painted a navy blue, the white carpet standing out against it. You king size bed was placed in the center of the back wall, the round window directly above it.

To the right you had a white dresser, galaxies printed over its surface, adding into the outer space design of the bedroom. Next to the dresser was a full length mirror, after that, a writing desk with a silver lamp on it. To your left was a walk in closet, compete with several shoe racks inside of it.

Beside the closet was your very own bathroom, fully stocked with a toilet, a stand up shower with a sliding glass door, a seprate tub with water jets and a marble countertop with a built in sink. The was a closet in the bathroom too, this one much smaller and filled with assorted towles, body washes, cleaning cloths, shampoos, conditioners, bath bombs and toilet paper.

Returning to the bed, you unzipped your duffel bag. Being only 12 and having to be moved from home to home, you didn't have alot of clothing or personal items.

You pulled out a black leather jacket, 3 pairs of faded jeans with the knees ripped, 2 (f/c) tee shirts, 1 (f/c) tank top out and hung them up in your closet. Next, you pulled out your undergarments, neatly placing them into the top dresser drawer, before taking out your other pair of shoes.

You only owned two pairs of shoes, black combat boots you found at a thrift shop and a pair of old running shoes that were falling apart. You placed your tennis shoes on the shoe rack, placing a journal on the desk before tossing your empty duffel bag under your bed.

It just so happens that your adoptive parents were multimillionaires, who never had any kids. They decided they wanted to adopt a poor orphan and two hours later, they miraculously were introducing you into their lovely mansion.

You walk into your bathroom, splashing cold water onto your face. Clearing your throughts, you gaze up, looking into the mirror. Gasping, you stumble back, your reflection bearing the silvery eyes that plagued your entire life.

"Not again! This can't be happening now!" You groan, watching your eyes return to their normal (e/c).

"(Y/n), sweetie, come down to eat!" Your new mother called, causing you to rush down the stairs to the dining hall.

You hold your breath, relaxing your body, hoping your silver eyes don't make another surprise appearance like before.

This time, you may not make it out alive.

Sorry for the filler chapter, I had to cut it here, because of the action packed chapters that will follow this one!

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