Scars (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Father of the Year

AN: *tries unsuccessfully to hide the fact that this is still not a Sam chapter*

I walk around the Impala, the crunch of the glass beneath my boots, I keep my eyes peeled.

"I know you are out here, Aegean." I call out, and I hear the wind behind me, whipping around I see the shadow.

"I only see the shell of the little girl I helped to create." Comes the creepy voice belonging to my father.

"Are you here to comment on the fact that it has been twenty years, because I'm not. I don't care that you sucked as a father, because it didn't matter." I say, pressing my ankle aganist my blade, knowing that I can have it out in less than ten seconds.

"Oh poor little Behlalonia." He whispers.

I shiver. "That's not my name." I say, voice hopefully confident.

"Oh but it should have been." He comes into some more light, and I see my father for the first time in my twenty years, his dark brown hair, the exact shade as mine. His eyes however, are blood red. I hate the fact that I see a lot of my features on his face.

"Why did you crash the car Aegean, what if Sam dies I can feel him getting weaker." I shout at him.

"Of course you can feel him dying, dearest daughter of mine. That is part of your curse, knowing that your loved ones will die, and It will always be your fault." He rushes at me, and i jump out of the way, doing a little flip and landing on my feet, I grab my knife.

"Oh look at that, my little girl, a fighter, how nice." Aegean pulls out his own knive, it looks to be made of solid gold.

I say nothing, I just circle him, trying to make a game plan.

"You know, you are fairly popular in hell, even Lucifer wants you dead." He continues. "Of course they don't want you Lia, they want Behlalonia." He dissolves into thin air, and reappears behind me, and puts me in a chokehold, his knife up aganist my neck. I gasp for air, and then I remember the promise I made to Jeff, that if I ever met my father I would kill him.

I reposition my own blade in my hand, and stab behind me, I know it hits it's mark, when I hear a slight groan from behind, and his release on me lessens, his knive cuts into my neck slightly, and I feel a few beads of blood drip down my neck.

I see the dark blood on him, but he just smiles at me.

"You have merely weakened me for now Behlalonia, next time we meet you will not get so lucky. Now, go be the pathetic human you are and save your friends, but always be prepared for Death and I are everywhere."

He disappears again, I turn around completely twice, to make sure he is gone. I bring a hand up to my neck, and when I pull my hand away, it is slick with my blood.

I remember the boys and run back to the Impala, having not realized how far away my father had taken me.

"Dean!" I cry out, as I get to the Impala, and I'm horrified by the scene. Dean was leaning over Sam in the middle of the road, tears soaked his face, and he is screaming.

"Sammy! Sammy! Don't die Sammy!"

I come up to him, and place a hand on his shoulder.

He looks up at me, and notices the blood on my neck. "Are you okay?" He asks, his voice small like a child's.

I shake my head. "I'm fine, we need to get Sam to a hospital though, he isn't dead."

Dean looks from me to Sam. "He isn't dead?"

I shaje my head again. "No, I would know if he was, but he is fading quickly, we need to hurry." I notice something, and look at Dean. "Dean you need medical attention too." I move his jacket out of the way, and his shirt is soaked in blood.

He looks at me. "You father is a real jackass you know that?"

I smile, even though this is not a joking matter. "Yeah, he is a real father of the year contender."