Hidden Hunter

A Turn Of Events

Alexis's POV

You know that feeling you get when you know that something horrible has happened? Well even if you don't, I have that feeling coursing through my body as I stand facing the apartment door. My right hand wrapped tightly around the smooth, metal handle. My breathing shallow, cold sweat running freely down the back of my neck. Breathe, it's alright your probably overacting. I tried to reason with myself but even the sensible side of me was scared to enter the apartment.

Looking down at the grey, concrete ground I bit my lip, closing my eyes I twisted the handle listening to the gentle click of the lock. Opening one eye I let out a shaky breath that I hadn't realised I was holding in. The apartment looked exactly the same as this morning. The small kitchen an example of what can only be described as calm, chaos. Tupperware scattered over the bench tops and clean dishes stacked in piles or in the rack next to the sink.

The small dining table covered in books and recipes, behind the table our small lounge room looked empty. The TV wasn't on but the chairs had become old and tattered from use. Realising that people might begin to question why I was standing at the entrance of my apartment, I stepped in shutting the door behind me. Even though the place looked normal I couldn't stop the sinking feeling in my stomach. It looked perfect, too perfect. Where's mum?

Letting my school bag drop to the floor I pulled off my leather jacket and started moving further into the only place where I would find the answer, to a question I had hoped I would never have to ask. My feet had a mind of their own as I walked down the hallway towards Mum's room. Any other twelve year old I know would have called out and asked for help but mum has always said I get my courage from my Dad not that I knew him.

But the slightly opened door had caught my attention and I just knew if I was gonna find her this was how. I peeked around the edge of the wooden door frame and looked into the room, part of me wishes I didn't and I did what any other kid would have. My mum lay slumped in the corner of her room, her right hand laying across her stomach. Crimson blood seeped through her fingers, her head was laying to the side and her eyes were struggling to stay open.

"MUM!" I yelled running towards her, she lifted her head and looked towards me tears glistening in her eyes. I crouched by her side and cupped her cheek, salty tears carved paths down my cheeks as I stared into mum's eyes watching the life drain away. she opened her mouth and lifted her left hand to start stroking my cheek. I lent into her touch as she started talking. Her breathing sounded hard and difficult as she struggled to form the words.

"Lexi, I need you to trust me. Underneath my bed is a box inside has all the information you need to find your father." She stopped to take a few deep breaths, I looked into her hazel eyes fighting back tears. "His name is Dean Winchester, he has a brother your Uncle, his name is Sam. I want you to find them and live with them, they're are your family now. Take Melissa I don't want you to be alone. I love you my little angel from hell." I chuckled at the nickname.

Mum always said how much of an angel I used to be and how much of a devil I used to be, eventually she found the perfect nickname. It was our thing.

"But I need you to promise one thing." She muttered coming close to losing consciousness every passing second. Slowly I nodded biting my cheek to stop me from crying anymore. "Please don't hold your emotions in, please for me." She whispered before her eyes closed. Her body fell limp against the wall, her hand fell from my face hitting the floor with a soft thud. I closed my eyes, she was gone, but I have a job to do and a promise I wont be able to keep.