The Man with the Anti-Possesion Tattoo (on hold)

Chapter 4~Welcome Home

Chloe's POV

We drove and drove and drove, until finally we were parked in front of the only house I've ever known. The house that sheltered me for 19 years. There was caution tape around the front door so that must mean the police have already been here and seen what happened. They'll blame it on a heart attack or something stupid cause they don't know they have no clue how my parents died. I took a deep shuddering breath and stepped out of the door Sam held open.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Sam asked, "you don't have to if you don't want to."

"Yeah I can do this I'll be fine." We started walking but instead of going through the front door we went through the back so no one saw us. Sam picked the lock that we always kept locked. I pushed passed him and walked right to my parents room. It was still the same everything in the same place except my parents bodies weren't there like they were when I left two nights ago. I had to get out of that room so I turned and walked up the steps with Dean and Sam trailing me. My room looked like how I left it (shown at top) the sheets messed up pillows all over the bed everything the works.

"I wish I could go back in time," I whispered. Obviously Dean heard this Sam might have too but I couldn't tell. Dean came up to me and tried to comfort me,

"I'm sorry Chloe. I wish we could have gotten here sooner to help you and your parents."

"It's okay Dean you guys tried but some things just have to happen. No ones supposed to be here forever," I looked around at my room at my posters, and stickers, my pictures. My memories. Sam left the room to make sure no one was coming so I could get my things. Dean helped me pack. The first thing I packed was my photo albums. Dean grabbed a picture of me at graduation last year and looked at it for a minute before saying something,

"Chloe how old are you?"

"I'm 19 why?"

"I was just wondering cause I found this picture and you don't look that much different."

"Oh yeah that was graduation last year. I decided to take a break and wait to go to college." I kept packing my stuff in some of my suitcases. I packed all my clothes in the biggest one, along with some other stuff I wanted to take like books and pictures. In my duffel bag I put my stuff from the bathroom but I also wanted something from my parents to remember them. I grabbed some of moms jewelry. I took the necklace that dad gave her that she only took off to sleep. Then I grabbed one of dads jackets, so I could still remember his smell. I know thats stupid to want to remember but that was always one of my favorite things about him. He smelled like grease from when he worked in the garage after work and body wash.

"I miss them," I told Dean, "I miss them so much. We fought sometimes over some of the dumbest things but now that their gone I... I want to take back everything I said."

"Chloe," Dean came up to me and put his hands on my shoulders. He looked me dead in the eyes those bright green eyes of his piercing, "Chloe everyone feels that way thats how people grieve. Trust me thats how Sammy and I felt when our dad died." All I could do was nod. I couldn't speak I knew something would crack, break, shatter inside me. I needed to get out of that house. I needed to get far away and not look back, so I packed the rest of my stuff and I packed it fast. Dean helped me carry my bags to the car. Sam came out a minute later but got in the back this time. I sat up front with Dean and we pulled out one last time. We started driving and about two hours away stopped for some truck stop food. Dean and I got a burger and Sam being his healthy self got a salad.

"Really Sam," I scoffed, "a salad?"

"Hey what do u have against salads?!" He put his hand over his chest and made a funny shocked expression. I just smiled and laughed. I was actually starting to like being with Sam and Dean.

"Oh nothing." I was glad when we finally got back to the bunker. I was so tired I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. When I woke up at ten I decided to unpack all my things. But first breakfast, food always first. I walked into the kitchen to see Dean standing by the coffee pot.

"Wanna cup?"

"Most definitely," I rubbed my eyes walking towards his outstretched hand holding a cup of steaming coffee.

"Thanks," I mumbled.

"Tired?" He asked. I just nodded in response sipping the steaming beverage. After I drained my cup I told Dean about how I planned to take my things back to my room.

"I'll help," He stated,"I've got nothing else to do and then you won't be alone."

"Oh ok," I was kinda shocked I figured he would do something with Sam, "thanks." Dean helped me take my bags to my room and I started packing. I started with my clothes and hung them up in the closet then moved to my pictures and put them on the dresser and nightstand. I put all my bathroom items in the bathroom of course and I was done. It only took a couple hours, I was a fast packer and with Dean helping it went by even faster. By the time we finished with everything it was 3 o'clock.

"Hey Chloe?" Dean asked.

"Yes Dean?"

"Um.. well I was wondering do you uh actually like it here? You living with me and Sammy? I know its not your real home or anything but I...."

"Dean its okay really," I cut him off because I knew he didn't want to talk about it and I wasn't going to make this any more awkward than it had to be, "I do like it here with you and Sam. You guys make me feel safe and protected and I'm grateful you rescued me. Really I am." I looked up into Dean's emerald green eyes and I saw that he truly was sorry about what happened to me.

"Okay." Dean left the room and I climbed into bed and drifted off to sleep. I figured I could take a nap after working hard for the past few hours and since I haven't gotten much sleep the past few days.

The next few hours turned to days. Which turned to weeks. And eventually I wasn't as sad. I wasn't as emotional. I realized that I had to be strong that I had had my time to grieve, to cry. And I worked up the courage to finally ask to finally kill what ruined my life and destroyed me.

"Dean...Sam I have a question. Can I go hunting?"

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