My Supernatural Life.

Devils Trap

The phone rang this morning at about 3:00 am and I heard Bobby curse at the person who had called. I rolled out of bed, walked to the kitchen, and made a pot of coffee. I walked back to my room to get ready for the day. It was early but I knew that whoever was coming they would need help. Bobby was a hunter and he was like my Dad. He took me in when I was 10 and now being 25 I almost couldn't remember my life before, yet I still had the scars that proved otherwise. I had been abused by my parents and left for dead when Bobby found me on the side of the road. He brought me back to his house and took care of me. He taught me how to hunt and how to defend my self. He also taught me how to fix cars and I love doing that. I got out of the shower looked at my little alarm clock. It read 3:45 am. I changed into a black tank top, jeans, and my combat boots. I pulled my hair into a messy bun as I walked into the kitchen to make breakfast for Rumsfeld. But before I got started, I grabbed two mugs of coffee and found Bobby reading a lore book.

"Coffee?" I asked.

"Thanks, sweetheart."

"What do you want for breakfast?"

"How about eggs, pancakes, and bacon?"

"Coming right up."

"Thanks, Kelly. You may want to make enough for a small army Sam and Dean Winchester are coming."

"Really, I haven't seen them since I was 18. Why are they coming, Bobby?"

"They need help finding their dad. He has been taken by demons."

"All righty then. I will be in the kitchen making Rumsfeld his food and then I will start making breakfast for us."

"Sounds good."

I finished making food for everyone. It was sitting in the oven to stay warm. I was sitting on the front porch with my coffee. I was looking out on the yard observing every inch of it from my view point. Rumsfeld was sitting on the tow truck being lazy. It was almost 7:45 am and Bobby was getting anxious about the boys not being here yet. I was taken back to when I first met the Winchesters. John would drop them off with Bobby and they would stay with us for a few days. I was 12, Dean was 13 and trying to be a good big brother for Sammy who was 8. I remember I was sitting on the sofa with a lore book and helping Bobby. I was wearing a tank top and shorts because it was the middle of Summer is South Dakota. Sam noticed the faint scars on my arms and legs.

"What happened to your arms and legs, Kelly?" Sam asked.

"Sammy, don't ask her that. It's rude." Dean scolded Sam.

"I'm sorry." Sam apologized. "They just look like they hurt when you got them."

"It's okay Sammy. They did hurt when I got them. My parents hurt me when I was really little. They did drugs and drank a lot. I was a human punching bag, ashtray, and even a verbal outlet for them when the alcohol, and drugs were wearing out."

Sam's eyes got big and he came and sat next to me and hugged me.

"Kelly, I'm sorry that they did that to you."

I hugged him back and could feel him shaking. He was crying, so I kissed the top of his head.

"Sammy, I haven't had anything happen to me for a long time. I'm okay." I said trying to comfort him.

Dean looked at me and didn't know what to do. He didn't move, but just made a sad half hearted smile at me, and I gave him one back.

Then I was pulled to the last time I had seen Dean and Sam. We were all older. Dean was 19, I was 18, and Sam was 15 and just started to get taller than me. Dean and I had gotten close over the years. I remembered that last visit was when he was the first man I had been with. We made a deal as we were starting to fall asleep in my bed.