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{Dean's POV: Flashback to thirteen years ago:}
Hearing a scream coming from inside a house that Sam and I pulled up to from across the street. "What the hell was that?" "How the fuck would I know, Dean?" Sam shrugged as he walked towards the house. Getting out a flashlight that I had in my pocket of the jacket I was wearing, and walked in the house.
"HELP!" Another scream was let out, leading from upstairs. Sam and I ran up the stairs. Sam went into one room as I went into another one, opening the door. Seeing an young girl huddled in a corner, crying. "D-..Don't hurt me please." She cried out and lifting up her head from her arms. "I'm not gonna hurt you." I told her as I held out my hand to her. "Your not?" She asked sniffling. "No I'm not." I shook my head, "Okay." She said with a soft voice, grabbing my hand and I helped her up.
I walked downstairs with the young girl, when we got down on the main floor, Sam walked out of the kitchen area with a sad look. "Sam? You alright?" I asked, Sam looked down to the young girl, "What happened in the kitchen?" He asked her completely ignoring my question. I looked at the girl. "A few people with weird eyes came in and stabbed my parents." She spoke softly. Sam and I looked at each other, I cursed under my breath. "What's your name?" Sam asked, "Malia Matthews. My parents are Nicole and David." Malia told us.
Their names rung a bell in our heads at this point.
"Any relatives that you can go and live with?" Sam asked, "No but my Dad and Mom knew this old guy called Bobby Singer, he's nice and has lots of books about supernatural creatures." She smiled. "Bobby? You know him?" I asked, "Yeah. I sometimes call him Grandpa Bobby. Why you guys know him too?" She asked, "Yeah. He's our dad's close friend." I said pointing to Sam and I. She nodded.
"Okay, let's go to Bobby's house but we should pack you bag of clothes." "And call 911." Malia said, "Yes I'll do that." I said.
~ {Couple Hours Later:}
By the time we arrived at Bobby's, Sam and I learned that Malia is seven, likes dogs every much and likes to draw. So as Sam, Bobby and I were talking outside, Malia was inside colouring.
"I would've thought that Nicole and David would tell her about the real world of supernatural creatures at this point." Bobby said after Sam told him what happened. "Well it looked like they had the apple pie lifestyle. White picket-fence, a house and all." I said.
"They probably quit from the hunter lifestyle. They've made seven years from keeping Malia from it til now." "It's a surprise they kept it hidden because all this shit is getting worse." "So what are we gonna do now?" Sam asked. "I could take her in with me. She likes it here because whenever her parents got back from a hunt or somewhere she never wanted to leave." Bobby told us. Both Sam and I nodded.
Walking back in. "Grandpa Bobby, do you have any snacks? I'm getting hungry." "Yeah. C'mon follow me." He said. She smiled as she got up from the couch and followed Bobby to the kitchen. "You know, she's the sister I've always wanted but never had." I said, turning my head to Sam. "Really?" "Yeah. She's politer than you at her age." I laughed. "Dean, you're thinking of your own self. Sam was the more polite one." Bobby said waking back in with Malia, who was giggling.
