The blind hunter

2.

      You know what I just love. When people stare at you and not saying anything. Just completely still, if it weren't for the three pounding heartbeats other then my own, I would've bet 100 dollars and my
left foot that I had suddenly lost my hearing. I felt weight shift in the floor boards and a familiar presence, as always, invade my personal space. That friggin feathered dumbass

     "Amelia"

     "Castiel" I couldn't help but keep the smirk off of my face. "So tell me cas why are you and these two hunters in my motel room?"

     "I think you know why." I sighed with exhaustion. I am not in the mood right now. "Now if knew I wouldn't have asked now would I?"

      "Well I think you know what God did to you when you were younger after the accident." He said

     "Yes, I'm well aware thanks" I said

     "Then it wouldn't come to you as a surprise when I say God helped you so you in turn could help the Winchesters" he said. Really now? I thought it was because I was is favorite. Hold on a minute. What? Did he just...no it can't be.

     "Did you just say the Winchesters?" I asked hurriedly.

     "Yes I did. Why?" Castiel asked in confusion. All of sudden my hearing fades and the only thing I hear is the blood pumping through my veins. I was livid. All these fûcking years. And this piece of mierda now wants to appear. I didn't see red but i felt it, I felt the fire beneath my feet lick my heels as I stormed over to that stupid smirk.

      "Come on Cas, we're the famous Winchesters she's probably excited to se--" I walked over to him and gave him my best right hook. Fucking bastard.

      "SON OF A BITCH, what the hell was that for? I think you broke my nose woman!" He yelled from the floor.

     "That's why you two seem so familiar, here let me tell you a story. Once there was a girl her name was Emily. Emily met this boy with green eyes and a beautiful car. They both went home one night and had a little too much fun. Right after, the boy left. But while he left most of his kids on the sheets he missed the one he left inside of her!" I was screaming by end.

     "What are you talking about?"

     "Don't you bullshit me I heard your heart start beating like a damn race horse on steroids as soon as the name Emily left my mouth." Now I would say the more I saw him standing there the more it pissed me off but you know, it doesn't work that way. So its like, the more I heard him breathing the more he pissed me off.

     "Emily Fuentes" his voice dripped with realization and guilt.

     "Yup, remember now you come mierda hotshot?" I said my voice laced with anger and sarcasm.

     "Listen, Amelia. I'm sorry but even if I did know I wouldn't I want you in this kinda lifestyle, OK.  This life... it brings so much pain and not only physical pain but a psychological and emotional pain that takes over your whole being and I would never want anyone to go through that."

     "Well, it worked out beautifully didn't it. Here I am with a dead mother and blind as bat in the middle of a summer night because you left and demons decided it would be great to pay us a visit."

   "What...what happened?" He said voice cracking slightly.

     I laugh in pain a little "well they didnt stop by for coffee and to play patty cake."

      "I was 8 years old. At that time I was in 8th grade I had skipped grades because apparently I was too smart for everyone my age. My mom was downstairs cooking her famous locrio and flan. I had gotten an A+ on a project I had slaved over for weeks. An hour passes and I realized the spanish music that usually floats through my room from downstairs stopped. I didnt find it alarming until I Hurd something fall and brake. I went downstairs thinking nothing of it, my mom is-...was a very clumsy person" I laugh dean laughs along thinking fondly of a memory.

   "What I expected was to see my mom laughing and cursing at herself for dropping the good china, that usually only stays in the cabinets on display but brings it out for special occasions, what I didn't expect was to see her being tortured. Gagged with one our kitchen towels that we had bought the day before because my mom thought they'd look pretty against our peach and brown theme. The last thing I saw before my eyes were burned out of my skull by the demons was my mom choking on her own blood as her throat was slit."

"Oh my gosh...Amelia...Im so sorr-"

"You dont get it do you dean Winchester. Where ever you go, death and destruction follow. The people you touch and talk too, die."

"Amelia...I...I don't know what to say."

"Yeah I figured as much, either way theres nothing you can do. Shes dead. Im blind. Damage has been done. Now leave before you kill me too."

"Ameli-"

"Leave! Castiel stay."