Mute 𖤐 Sam Winchester

TWO

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WHEN Joyce woke, it wasn't because she was freezing cold lying on the dirt stained floor of the basement she was kept in. It was due to the smell of food, something she hadn't smelt in weeks.

The girl stood to her feet, stretching her stiff limbs and arms before opening the door. She exited the room, walking down the hallway and into the kitchen of the bunker.

Sam stood, placing a perfectly made egg onto a glass plate. Joyce looked down at the plate, feeling her mouth begin to water.

"Morning." Sam said, his eyes meeting hers. "Sleep well?"

Joyce nodded.

"I realized before I fell asleep that you hadn't ate anything, but when I went back to ask you if you wanted anything, you were already asleep."

She shrugged.

He slid the plate across the counter, revealing the egg, bacon and a piece of wheat toast.

"Healthy eater?"

Sam chuckled. "Yeah, sort of."

She thanked him before picking up the fork and taking a bite of her egg.

Sam sat down at the table, looking over at her.

"So, how long have you been missing?"

"For two months. I was in town trying to hunt down a demon, and I was drugged."

"You're not able to talk obviously. . . Why?"

Joyce set her fork down.

"When I was thirteen, my dad was hunting down a Windigo that your father mentioned to him about. It was taking locals and killing them. When my dad found it, it killed him before he got the chance to do anything, and it tore my throat open. I was almost dead, but somehow I lived."