Supernatural Oneshots

Escape to Family

You shouldn't have answered the door. That's all you could hear going through your head, but if you were to be honest with yourself, it would have ended the same way whichever you did. Locked in the basement.

It happened two days ago, when the two FBI agents showed up at your door to question you about the recent kidnappings. Of course, you had tried to just answer their questions at the door, but that only seemed to raise suspicion with the agents. They had promised that they wouldn't stay long, but their short stay ended up being long enough for your Mother to return home, to see you sat in the main room with two men.

You saw the anger pass through her eyes, but she had covered it with concern just as quick as you had noticed, answering any further questions the two young men had about their case, making it as short as she could, the two left not long after. That's when she turned from her calm motherly state to the monster you know behind closed doors.

However, this time it was a lot worse.

As soon as she had latched the door, the two vases that sat on the table behind the door were thrown straight at you. Just managing to duck in enough time to miss the hit of the first vase, but the second she had managed to get a hit to the back right of your head. Finding anything heavy, breakable or even sharp to throw at you in her path, screaming at you as she done so.

"How did you find out about them! You went out looking for them didn't you, you little whore!" She shouted throwing her house keys at you, which had clipped the edge of your lip. Leaving a cut that felt like it needed stitches. Crawling backwards trying to avoid the oncoming objects, begging her to stop, to let you explain, but she wasn't having any of it as she then threw the few candles that were kept on the table by the stairs, winding you with her hard throws as you tried to get up from the floor.

"How else would they find us! You went out and you enticed them in. You let them come into my home!" she screamed in your face as she grabbed your head and threw it down towards the foot of the stairs. You swore you didn't know them, they were just agents. As much as you begged with her, trying to convince her to listen, you knew deep down that there was no hope. She had gone farther than you had ever experienced before. But the facts didn't stop the tears. Taking a tight hold of your hair and yanking it hard, she started to drag you along the floor into the kitchen.

"How dare you snoop through my personal belongings!" She growled through her teeth. "What did you think would happen. That they would take you away!" Eventually she stopped and pulled you up and took her hold on your throat and slapped you. Demanding you to stop crying as she opened the cellar door.

"John Winchester didn't want anything to do with you when you were born. And I. Will not. Let them boys of his. Try to take you away from ME!" She screamed in your face before she pushed you down the cold dark stairs into the darkness of the basement. As soon as the sound of the bolt snapped shut, you knew you were down here for a long time.

That was two days ago. Yesterday, the tears just wouldn't stop. You had experienced your mother's wrath before but this time she was more violent than you had ever seen her. The strength that she came at you with you had never experienced, and it scared you. She had hidden that from you, and the 19 years you had grown up with her, learning where to tread and how far her temper would go, this was different, and you no longer new what to expect. Being in the unknown and dark like this, scared you deeply. It wasn't until you thought about what had really made her mad that the words she spoke hit you.

They weren't agents... they were John Winchester's kids. John Winchester your father. It couldn't be. They were agents Cooper and Sting, not Winchester. The longer you thought about it, the more you were curious. The more you wanted to take a risk. You could either stay locked in the basement and deal with your mother's wrath for the rest of your life or try to escape. You couldn't take much more of this, and the possibility of having brothers that she was trying to keep you away from, made an anger you never felt spark inside you.