Baby Girl- A Supernatural Fanfiction

Prolouge Pt. 2: One Month Later

 Maria stuffed her mother's hairbrush in her small luggage. She zipped it up and grabbed her stuffed fairy and wolf, Timmy and Susan respectively. She picked up the school bag in one hand and her father's large, worn fingers in the other. He led her out the door and into her father's long, black car. She put her things in the trunk and sat in the back. She liked to look at the odd things in stuck in peculiar places. She used to try to play with them but her father would always stop her, yelling not to touch them. 

"They're there for a reason, so don't mess with destiny, Mary..."

Sometimes he would keep driving, sometimes he would look over at mother, or back at her. She would look him and see the pain in his eyes. After a while she learned to leave it be, not to anger dad.

Flashing back to reality she buckles her belt, smelling the usual whiskey and leather smell that used to always comfort her. Now it just alarmed her. She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of her father starting the car. 

She kept her eyes closed, trying to ignore and focus on the pain all at once. Ever since that night her head felt like a million daggers were entering her skull. And every single one had a voice. When she finally fell asleep, she dreamed about who embodied those voices. A tall man with a kind voice, another with a deep, soothing voice and warm smile. One very commanding, another very obedient. One of hate and rage, one of power and disgust. But the one that scared her the most had...... in lack of better words..... yellow eyes.....

THE FOLLOWING DAY.....

 John looked down at Maria's face, full of such strength and grace. But it was full of so many other things... like Dean's beautiful green eyes that he used to look down at, and Sam's delicate nose. The nose he never got to steal or bop. He looked back up as they walked up the stairs to the boarding school. He squeezed her hand gently, questioning his decisions. Was this really better than the way he raised the boys? Is this really raising her? Did he really raise them? He quickly made his mind and opened the doors to the church. He walked in, listening to their footsteps echo. He had picked a quaint, small place for her to stay. Far enough that Dean and Sam couldn't find her, but close enough that he could visit. He walked into the office and said his goodbyes. He wiped the tear off of Maria's cheek and kissed it. He walked out, listening to the sniffling of her little nose.

That was the last day of Maria's adolescence that she would ever really know what family is.