Winchester's Daughter | a Supernatural fanfic

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I grew up thinking that both of my parents died in a fire, and that I was to blame for their deaths. I had a hard childhood you could say and it was even worse with all the reminders in the house. There are pictures of my mother all over the house, but there aren't any of my father. My grandparents hate him for some reason. I guess my mom was supposed to be in college for an education but instead fell in love with my dad.

When I was younger I hid to escape my grandparents and what they call punishment which was really just them lashing out at me because of my mothers death. The one and only place my grandparents never looked was under my bed. As I grew older my trips under the bed became more and more frequent. There was something different today, I noticed something my young eyes never caught. There was a wooden box with a small keyhole, I flipped the box over to find the key securely taped onto the bottom. The first thing I see when I open a box is a folded up letter. It reads:

My darling Aurora,

If you're reading this then you're probably hiding under the bed and if you're reading this then you're old enough to read and your father and I haven't come back for you. I know your grandma and grandpa aren't very nice people and I'm so sorry I had to leave you there. I just want you to know I didn't abandon you. I left to finish my schooling so I could get a job to provide for you. I haven't told your father about you yet. He just thinks I had to go home because of family issues since I had to take a gap year. Your grandparents more than likely made up some lie about the two of us that they have been telling you since you were little. I don't care what they have told you please call your father. You are destined for great things Aurora. One day you are going to save the world. (Call it a mothers intuition) I love you to pieces Aurora Grace Winchester.

Love,

Your Mother Jessica.

P.S. CALL YOUR FATHER his name is Sam Winchester (202)-555-0106

I put the letter down with shaky hands and picked up the next thing in the box. It was a picture of my mom and dad, they were looking at each other smiling like idiots. After placing that photo on top of the letter I continued to look. There were photos of my mom and I before she left, there were post cards of places she visited, there were letters she wrote to my dad, and letters he wrote to her all of which looked like they had been folded and unfolded over and over again. On the very bottom of the box was a key ring with three keys and a little note. On that note were three words. House. Car. Storage. By the word house there was an address. Reading over the list again I got excited over the word car. Sure I only turned 15 two weeks ago but I had a friend that had taught me to drive when I was 9.

After putting everything back into the box except for the keys and letter from my mom, I slide out from under my bed bringing my box with me. Its around 12 at night so everybody in the house is sleeping. I grab the biggest duffle bag I have and stuff all of my clothes into it along with my box, converse, hiking boots, and pink bunny slippers. I stuff in a hairbrush, toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, hairties, a few bobby pins, and some 'girl' products. I grab a notebook and quickly write down some of my friends numbers and throw my phone into the trash. I take my iPod with its ear buds and the charger and put them into my small Jan-sport backpack. I put a wad of cash into the inside pocket and go downstairs with my duffle bag in my right hand and my backpack slung onto my shoulder. When I reach the kitchen I grab food and some water bottles and throw them into my backpack. I look down at my clothes. I'm wearing a pair of old blue jeans and a red plaid button up shirt with a black tank-top underneath. I slip on my favorite pair of converse that I hadn't packed away and shrugged into a gray hoodie.

Once I had stepped onto the bus I let out a sigh of relief. Grandma and Grandpa wouldn't go near a bus station. I pull out the letter and read it over and over until I realize that I'm at my stop. I scramble for my bags and run out of the bus. The walk from the bus to the house was about a mile, as I stepped up to the door of my new house I couldn't help but feel relieved. I got out my keys and pushed in the key that looked like the right fit. I was able to push open the door with some effort, when I got inside my breath got caught in my throat. This was one of the most beautiful places I have ever been in. I look through each bedroom but finally decide on the light gray room with white bedding. I unpack my duffle bag into the dresser and put my bathroom necessities in the bathroom attached to my room. I carefully place my box on my bedside table. I look around for my phone only to realize I had thrown it away. I run around the house trying to find something, I finally see a house phone on the kitchen counter. I pull out my letter and dial the number nervously. The phone rings three times before somebody picks up.