Memoirs of the Supernatural - Phase 1 [COMPLETED]

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Let me tell you an anecdote about John Winchester, the dark, handsome fellow with an accent I only heard in movies. I idolised the man from the moment he first appeared on my doorstep. He was strong, kept me out of harm's way and even loved me in a way a parent does his child, but not quite that level of course. That explains why I had the biggest crush on him and I didn't shy away from saying it out loud.

One day I had to attend a large press meeting. It was held to inform people about my case. The room was filled with strangers, interviewers, photographers, cameramen, spokespeople and so on. John was there as well. While this incident happened him and I were already introduced and had time to get to know each other. He faked himself to be some sort of a government agent from the States so he was granted access to be around as much as he wanted to. Guy was ridiculously good at pretending. It must have had something to do with the military vibe coming from him; guess it has it's perks to be a Vietnam vet. But I digress.

(🎵 Camel - Pressure points)

So I was in the lobby surrounded by strangers. I wasn't exactly afraid, more like uncomfortable and annoyed. My life had been nothing but the same questions repeating themselves over and over again. The interviewers asked jack shit new and on rare occasions when they did it involved more of personal matters rather than actual facts about the incident. That's how it felt anyway. There was a rumour going around about me being molested by Yellow Eye and suffering from Stockholm-syndrome which led many to believe that I'm protecting him from the strong hands of the law. And you know how the minds of tabloid publicists work, they won't stop harassing you until you break and tell them what they wanna hear. Worst case scenario: they won't even ask you, just create some fictional story, write it all down and publish it naming an anonymous source as their intel.

As I was sitting on the podium with cameras flashing in my eyes, getting verbally attacked by grownups something broke in me. I kept looking at John who was standing at the back and I saw how frustrated he was. Anyways, needless to say I got upset and ran off stage. John, the officers and the guests all looked for me. One guy actually found me in one of the storage rooms and took me to a private suite for what he called "a nice chat". (I forgot to mention that all this took place in a hotel with a rather large conference room. Can't recall which one was it.)

Dude was so bloody pushy about getting every detail he wanted that it made me even more sensitive. Constantly being so close that he was practically in my face didn't help either. Thankfully John came to the rescue, surprise. He punched the fellow in the face, took my hand and we left before that most unpleasant man could say police brutality. After that John offered to take me away from the place where I was temporarily staying for my own sake in the hopes of getting rid of the media's prying eyes. The deputy agreed.

John was furious about the whole incident. He didn't say a word about it and he didn't have to; it was all written on his face. I remember this so vividly that even in my memories I still can read him like an open book. The disgust, the anger, everything mixed in a blink we shared before we entered the car he rented. At first I thought he was angry with me for running away and being in the same room with a stranger but when he finally broke the ice and asked if he touched me I knew everything will be just fine. The moment I told him that there was no touchy-feely involved I could hear the weight lifting off his mind and simmering off in thin air. 'One less thing to worry about'. He said that he was worried and that touched my heart. Nobody really cared about me until that point, John was the first ever person who said anything remotely kind to me in a genuine tone. His concern wasn't just an excuse to get close to me. I already had the hots for the man this just made everything worse; or better, depends on your point of view.

He told me about his sons waiting for him at home and things turned pretty emotional, mainly due to how I was roughly the same age as his youngest. That made him a bit more attached. I asked about his wife and he said that he doesn't have one anymore. What would a normal kid do in that scenario? She would ask why is that or just say that she's sorry, depends on her age. But not me, oh no. Instead of asking for more information on what happened I simply said "I would marry you". He replied with a smile and said: "Maybe one day".

Now that I think about it, it sounds creepy as hell. A man in his 30's proposing to a 5-year-old isn't exactly what you call healthy, but you know what? He meant to be sweet, so I'll give it a pass, even if you won't.

We spent a few weeks together, maybe even months, I honestly can't tell. Time really doesn't concern you when you're 5. During that period, I learned about things. No, nothing nasty like what we just pointed out earlier. More like nightmarish stuff about beasts and creatures lurking in the dark hunting for pray.