Opposites [Supernatural Fanfic]

Gift

*Warning: Child abuse*

I wake up laying in the soft grass. The wind sways caressing my body in every way. I look down to see myself in a white gown that ends at my ankles. I am barefoot but as I stand up it is as if the ground wasn't there. As if I was walking on air.

A gunshot echoes throughout the sky it sounds so close yet so far. I walk towards the sound just as another gunshot is heard. The closer I walk to the sound the more I recognize the dream that is really a memory. "Fuck, you got horrible aim," a deep scratchy drunk voice says. "But, I shot every bottle!" A small squeaky voice replies.

Once I am close enough I recognize the voices. The deep scratchy voice was Drake, one of my care takers. The squeaky voice was little 3 year old me. A year after my adoptive family was ripped to shreds in front of my use to be innocent eyes.

"You need to be better! You will be killed just like your family!" Drake yells at me holding his fifth beer bottle with an unsteady hand and drinks it like it is his lifeline. Three year old me sees him as the only monster. in the world "But my arms hurt, my shoulder is in pain" Smaller me whines. "What is this?" I hear Lucifer ask next to me.

"Shhh, it is getting to the good part" I shush him watching the memory play out. "I'll show you pain!" Drake growls. He stalks over to me and grabs the gun. As he points the gun at smaller me, I raise my own hand and makes an imaginary gun with my hand pointing at his head.

"You can't be a hunter if you don't know what true pain is" he hisses as I mimic him. He pulls the trigger and shoots smaller me's leg. I pretend to pull a trigger and shoot his head, sadly it doesn't work. Smaller me's scream echoes throughout the field.

"He showed me the truth about hunting," I tell Lucifer without looking at him. "W-what was that?" He mumbles. I take a glance at him and his eyes are wide as he stares at Drake. "That pain is nothing, it is just a feeling. I have been beaten and tortured so much that I am just numb to it"

"That is sick" Lucifer says. This time I look at him surprised ignoring the rest of the memory as it continues.  "They hurt a child who was defenseless, weak and still recovering from trauma. Yet this dick shot you in the leg. How is that fair? At least when I torture there is a reason, at least they kinda got a fight chance!" He growls seeming really pissed off about this.

I never saw someone like him get so serious like. I place a hand on his shoulder for comfort. "It is okay, they made me stronger, they showed me the bad in the world and why I can't trust certain people. But believe it or not, I trust you" I smile at him for caring so much when he could have just said I deserved it like some people do.

Then the darkness arrives again swallowing up the scene. "Your waking up before I go take this" he smiles before handing me a red rose. I smile back just as the darkness takes us both.

I wake up with another strong intake of breath. I slowly smile to myself when I feel the rose in my hand. They are real, they aren't just dreams he is actually in them. Don's eyes flutter open and she smiles at me. I smile back petting her hair.

"Servant!" She yells tiredly. When no one comes she yells "Sammy!" louder. Sam walks in looking at Don. "Did you call me servant?" He asks. Don raises her hands ignoring him. He rolls his eyes and put Don on his back. They walk away as I watch smiling like an idiot.

I feel movement beside me until the unnamed wolf pup jumps down and runs off, probably to destroy something. I raise the rose tracing the luscious red petals. I get up to stretch so I don't feel like a rock.

Still smiling to myself I walk into the kitchen and I start a pot of coffee. While it is being made I lean on the counter looking at the rose. "Lucifer" I whisper still surprised he cared so much. "Where the rose come from?" I hear Dean's voice behind me ask. I jump not hearing when he came in.

"Don gave it to me" I lie putting it in my pocket. He hums and walks over to the fridge. I hear my phone ringing so I take it out of my pocket to answer. "Amelia!" A familiar voice says on the other line.

"Jason! You son of a bitch, you haven't called me in forever loser!" I smile. "It has only been two weeks" I can just hear his smirk from his end. The sarcastic man-child.

"Two weeks too long! We haven't seen each other since the bar hunt!" I giggle. I turn around to see Dean giving me a glare. I smile at him glad this is pissing him off but I have no clue why.

"Yeah, great times" he mumbles. "Yea great times! You got a kiss that night!" I smirk. "Hey! A vamp doesn't count!" He growls. "Oh well, what do I deserve this wonderful call for?"

"I have a hunt, can't do it alone though. It is a witch who has been killing everyone who bullied her in her school days" Jason explains.

"Damn, I'm glad I never went to school" I mumble. "Yeah yeah, so get this, the witch is Maggie Parker. I think her next victim will be a guy who asked her out in high school then when they went on a date he asked to meet by some apartments under a specific window. Then when she arrived him and his buddies poured sugar water on her from the third story window" he sighs.

"Sounds fun, so you need my help to kill the witch" I smile. I need another hunt after the Dick situation. "Yeah, if you can't make it because you got Don and all, that is alright I will do it with-" "I'll be there. Text me the address to where you at and I will drive there in baby" I cut him off.

"Great, cya babe" he jokes. "Bye babe" I giggle. We call each other babe every since we had to go undercover as a couple, for a whole week. It became an inside joke for us I guess. I hang up and I walk off ignoring the glare I am getting from Dean.

"Mama, Jason called," I say as I walk into the study. "He needs help and you want me to watch Don for you, yes I will now go help out your boyfriend" she smirks. "Alright. She eats whatever I eat if she is bored give her anything and she will be entertained. Make Sam give her a piggyback ride if she is in a bad mood" I explain, Mama jokes around about us being a couple but we are like siblings to each other and we all know that.

I run upstairs and grab my duffle stuffing clothes into it for the trip. "So, who is this Jason guy?" I hear Dean in the doorway asked. "A very close hunter friend gotta save his ass again" I pick up a gun and check if it is loaded or not.

"So he is a friend..." I hear him mumble. "Yeah, grew up together in this shitty life" I throw in two guns with witch killing bullets in the duffle.

I look for my favorite tool to use on witches. "Dammit, where is it?" I growl. "Where is what?" Dean ask. "Aha!" I pick up my Witchcatcher collar. I put it in the bag. "Cya!" I salute him before I dash out the door so he can not stop me. I hop into my car and speed off excited for this hunt.