Scars (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Texas Showdown

AN: I promised a Sam chapter, and this is not that chapter, sorry :/
I had a brilliant idea for Lia's POV, but I Pinky Promise one of these chapters will be in Sam's perspective.

On the trip to Texas, the boys and I joked and talked. I was beginning to really warm up to the idea of hunting with them.

Around midnight, Sam was asleep and I tried hard to keep Dean company, but my eyes felt heavy.

"Dean.."

"It's okay Lia, you can fall asleep." He reassures me, and I don't wait to take him up for that offer.

My dream starts off normal enough, I was back at the bar with Jeff. I was just a small child, and Jeff was doing magic tricks to entertain me.

When all of a sudden the scene changes, the bar is covered in blood, and Jeff is tied to a chair, he look unconscious and bloody. Then I see the demon standing over him. I try to scream out to him.

"Jeff! No! Don't kill him."

The demon looks over at me with his blood red eyes.

"Oh look the beautiful Lia decides to join us. Yes I like this, you can watch Jeff die and know it was your fault, just like your mother."

I start to open my mouth again, but the demon shushs me.

"This is your curse Lia, to watch everyone you love die, and be the pathetic, useless person you are." The demon laughs.

Then Jeff stirs, and sees me. "Lia! No! Wake up! Don't believe everything you see. Wake up! Wake up sweetheart."

My eyes fly open, and I sit up, my breathing heavy.

"Lia, are you alright?" Dean asks.

"Yeah I'm fine, just a bad dream." I say, my voice groggy. 

"Do you have bad dreams, all the time? Because, I'm not sure I can handle this everyday." He smirks, which lets me know he is joking.

"I used to have them worse when I was a child, it used to scare the hell out of Jeff."

"So, I take it Jeff isn't really your father."

I hesitate. "No, he just raised me like I was. My mother died when I was four, and he lost his son the same year."

Dean doesn't speak for several minutes. "I'm so sorry."

"It is alright Dean, I was just a child, and she was a hunter like us, that's why she died, a demon overcame her and.." I shudder, and realize how close I was to telling him the secret, I have carried all my years.

I am thankful, when he does not pester me for details, but I dare not fall asleep again, with several more hours to go, I unbuckle and climb over the seat, to sit in between them. Dean puts a hand around my shoulder, and instead of snapping on him, I allow it to happen.

"I guess that is the curse of the hunters, we lose everyone we love." Dean says, and I put my head on his shoulder.

"I guess so." I agree.

"Would you two just sleep together already, God damn." Sam says his eyes still closed, a faint smile on his face.

"Sam go back to sleep." Dean sighs.

"I can't sleep with all the sexual tension in this tiny space."

"Just hit him for me Lia." Dean smiles, and I reach over and do just that, I meant for it to be a light punch, but Sam howls with pain, and rubs his arm.

Dean smiles at me from one side and Sam glares at me from the other.

Yeah I loved these two.

After a comfortable three hours, with Sam dozing on and off, and Dean singing along with his tapes, we finally reach the town of Lancaster, Texas, where we find out another family of five has been murdered. Inside a new motel room, we get all gussied up. I put on my pencil skirt, and a dress shirt. To my annoyance I also kick off my trusty cowboy boots and put on a pair of heels. I dig through my bag, to find my fake badge and identification. It reads "Tessa Harkinson." Tessa was my mother's name, and I'm almost sure if she had lived, that one day her and Jeff would get married.

When I walk out of the bathroom, I see Dean look me up and down.

"Damn, turns out the Ice Queen can clean up." He teases.

I smirk. "Princess, you don't look that bad yourself."

Sam just rolls his eyes, and he pushes us out the door.

I almost puke when we arrive at the crime scene, there was blood everyone, and the family was just lined up in the living room, the parents, and three young children.

I look away, and Dean rubs my back.

Sam takes charge and introduces us to the police force.

"I am Agent Banner and these are Agents Stark and Harkinson."

The police leave and we start poking around, I go into the kitchen, to avoid looking at the children's bodies.

I see the remains of a half-eaten breakfast, eggs and bacon solidifying on the plates.

I notice nothing else out of place, so I move on, going down to the basement, where there is a second living room complete with a piano.

I walk back upstairs when I hear a growl, I quickly take my blade out of my skirt.

I pray it is only a family pet, but upon review, I find blood lots of it too.

The growling happens again and I follow it to a door near the back of the basement, I slowly approach it and the growling gets louder.

Opening the door, I wished I hadn't. In the closet stood a witch who cackles when she sees me. She swipes at me, and I jump back.

"I was wondering when you would find me Lia Bridgestone. Look at how much you have grown, it's a shock to everyone that you are even still alive, with your father on the loose and everything. He wants you dead, wanted you dead years ago."

I raise my blade, but the witch knocks it out of my hands.

"Poor little Lia it must be hard to be the daughter of the most feared--"

She doesn't finish her sentence, because from behind me comes Dean and Sam, armed and ready.

They made dealing with the witch easy, she was gone in less than twenty minutes.

I must have been shaking again, because Dean puts his arm around me.

I know they heard her words, and even though she hadnt finished her sentence, they could probably figure out the last word in the sentence.

"It's okay Lia, she is gone." Sam says.

"I'm so sorry guys, I shouldn't have went alone." I say, ashamed.

"It's all good Lia, I don't blame you." Dean says, but I see the fear in his eyes. I know he could figure it out.

I knew, that he had figured out, that I am the daughter of a demon. Something I never wanted them to know.