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Plot: dean finds you behind the Impala scared and he takes you in for years {triggering?}
Your POV
Flashback
My dad threw the thick notebook on my back and I winced, tha sharp ends of the book hitiing my bare skin. "Please stop!" I pleaded my father. "You're useless!" He screamed and punched my jaw, knocking me to the floor. He kicked my rib repeatedly and I'm sure that bruises are gonna come and visit, they always do. They practically live on my skin, scars, are the owners. "Stop!" I screamed and grabbed his foot and pushed it away forcefully, and it lead to him getting angrier and his eyes weren't (y/e/c) eyes like mine. It's misting red, swirls of pink, and blood red. "D-Dad?!" I stuttered and backed up. He laughed and a red smoke came outside his mouth, breaking the windows on the way out. My dad's body dell on the floor with blood on his stomach and the corners of his mouth. "Nono dad, don't leave me," I cried. Even though he hit me before, he's still a blood relative I have left. But he didn't responed and I stood up tearfully. "See you soon dad," I sighed and cried silently, saluting his body. He went batshit and abusive after mom died, but we still spent time and had fun before. I then kissed his forehead and walked out the door with my phone.
911
"911 what's your emergency?"
"My dad, he's dead,"
"Where are you?"
"221 B North Carolina Cashmere Motel,"
"Okay we're sending the paramedics now, what's your name honey?"
"My name is-," I ended the call and ran further until I saw mom's dream car, a black 1967, 4 door, Chevrolet Impala. I whimpered more and sat behind the trunk. Quickly, I glanced to see if anyone was in the car, which no one isn't. I sighed and cried more behind the Impala. "Who are you?" I heard a stern voice whisper and I looked up to see green eyes. "I'm (y/n)"
Months passed and I still didn't talk about the death of my father or my family. Until it ended in years then centuries. I met Dean on the back of his Impala and I met Sam when Dean carried me to California and picked Sam up for their father. I started hunting with them but mostly I was stuck on research and that jazz. But this one hunt, struck me the most. It was the same exact scenario as my father's death.
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Dean opened the door quietly but he stood still when we three saw the blood pooling around the crying girl and wounded father. I whimpered silently as the girl stood up and saluted his father like I did with mine. "Who are you?!" She jolted and sticked out a knife. "I'm sorry I can't do this," I said and ran out the door and into the Impala, silently sobbing. "(Y/n)? What happened?" Dean said getting in the backseat with me, closing the door. "The girl, and h-her father," my voice cracked and sadly looked at him. "What?" He said scooting closer next to me. "D-Do you r-remember when y-you found me behind B-Baby? That's what happened," I sobbed and he nodded. Suprisingly, his hand wrapped around my arms and whole top. "I clearly don't get that," he chuckled. "Dad died from a demon. It was years before I found out he was really dead. He beat me up but I still loved him from when mom was still alive," I mumbled and he leaned down to me, my back on the door and him hovering on my side and cuddling me. "That's why you never spoke about your dad. I'm sorry," he whispered. "It's okay," I sighed and looked up at him. "I'm not sure cuddling is your thing," I smiled weakly and he kissed my nose. "What was that for?" I wiped it away giggling. "Feel better?" He smiled. I nodded and got off him. He sat up and we sat there for awhile. His hand rested on top of mine when his hand to my wrist and pulled me close. "You're still beautiful when you cry," he smirked innocently and crashed his lips on mine. My eyes widened but he was completely calm and his face looked so precious.
Let's just say things got pretty wild that night and Sam and the girl complained about the noise.
PILLOW FORT
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Whats upppp. Sorry I havent been updating for a while so yeah, thanks.
