~SPN one shots~

Teenagers scare the living shit out of me: part 2

"Here. It. Is. Locker 224. And here is mine. Locker 234." He smiled brightly and opened his locker, stuffing a few books in. "Thanks..."

"Dean. Dean Winchester. Pleasure to meet you." He held his hand out and I took it. "Pleasure is all mine!" A badly placed notebook falls out of my locker and I go down to pick it up, when I notice something in deans backpack. I look at it and gasp. Dean grabs his bag, "see you later!" He runs off with those last words lingering in the air.

Deans a hunter too.

I got home that night and poured myself a drink in the noisy bar. I sipped and swallowed the bitter drink, making a sour face in the process. "Hey! What the hell are do you think you're doing!" Ellen yelled from across the bar.

"Taking a drink. I'm 38 right? I deserve a drink for being stuck in this body." I announce over the burly mans laughter that sat 3 seats away from me. "Yeah, well you're still a teenager so I can't serve you drinks." Ellen snatches the cup out of my hand. "Huh, that's funny. Cause I thought I served myself." I say grabbing another cup and a bottle. "It hurts Ellen, I just want to forget about the pain..." I quietly say, I'm not sure if I was talking about my injuries or my father. Maybe both.

"Alright everyone the bar is closing in 10, so go on now!" Grunts erupt from the bar as hunters, and citizens, chug their last drink and leave, putting tips under their empty glasses. "Honey I know it hurts, I know you lost him, but you have to pull through. You did it once and you can do it again. I just don't want you to drink away those sorrows." I nod and push away the glass and place the bottle back.

"I'm gonna head up to bed in a bit." Ellen nods but throws me a rag. "Jo is still at the store so I need some help cleaning up. We can split the tips." I nod and grab the dirty dish bin from behind the counter and make my way to the table farthest away from the door. "Darlin' I'll be right back!" Ellen calls from the bar counter. I hear the door's bell go off, signaling another costumer. "Sorry we're closed!" I yell from the back. I don't hear the bell go off again so I walk back to the front.

A tall, buff man with long brown hair stands there. "Did you not hear me?" I say looking up at the man, "We. Are. Closed." He just stares at me, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Sam, I don't know an Ellen or a Jo so if you are making this u-" Dean Winchester stands face to face with me. "You?" He asks me out of confusion. "Me. Now it was nice seeing you-Dean- but we are closed."

Stomping is heard and Ellen shows up, "Sammy! Dean! It's good to see you two. How is... everything?" She says looking at Sam. "Uh it's uh- well. Dean, just help clean up while Ellen and I talk."

"I am not-" dean starts but Ellen stares him down. He looks at me, "Got a rag?"

After a bit dean and I are almost done, "So, is Sam your dad?" Dean shakes his head and laughs. "Baby brother." I look at him confused but continued to clean. "Are you sure? Cause he looks a little older than you." Dean starts to mumble but finally spits out "well, you and I are supposed to be older, as I hear, and I'm older then Sammy- Sam." I sigh and stuff a tip in my pocket. "You too huh?" He laughs.i reach over the table and a small pain starts to shoot through my chest. I give a small hiss and grabs the part that started to hurt, the scratches. Tears fill my eyes as the memories of his dead body float through my mind. Dad.

"Hey are you alright?" Dean says now standing above me. Am I on the ground? I look around and sure enough. "Why are you crying?" I feel my face and sure enough it was stained with tears. I go to wipe my face but I feel more liquid spread on my face. I pull my hand down to see it bloody. I rush to the bars bathroom, Dean right behind me, asking where the blood cane from. I rip off my shirt and look in the bathrooms mirror. I see Dean blush behind me. "Wh-what haven't ever seen a girl with her shirt off before?" I laugh a bit but my voice wavers. I rip off the bandage and see my stitches ripped. "Must've been when I reached over the table." I say with a shaky voice. "Go get me a bottle of something." Dean runs out of the bathroom and I grab my shirt and stuff it in my mouth. I start to pull of the broken stitches and scream into my shirt. More blood starts to drip down my chest and onto the floor. Dean runs in and goes white at the sight of my situation. I grab the bottle from him, take a drink, then pour it on my chest. I scream into the shirt again and grip the counter. I grab the medical kit from under the sink and put out the needle and thread. " I-I need you to thread the needle." Dean shakes his head and grabs it from me. I dab the blood with my shirt and pour more alcohol onto the cut. "Please hurry!" I yell at him. Dean is shaky and  can't get the needle threaded. The room starts to spin and I fall against the sink and lower myself to the ground. "Dean... please." Black dots start to appear throughout my vision. I feel weaker and my eyes start to flutter. All of a sudden I feel I prick in my skin, a burning prick followed by the feeling of string being pulled through my chest. Again and again and again. The last thing I saw was Dean with a worried look on his face and a needle in his hand.

A/N there will be a part 3 don't worry