Adopted by the.... the Winchesters

Is This A Real Life?

I wake with a start, letting out a startled gasp when my eyes adjust to my surroundings.

I am in the front seat of my dad's car, it is the night. He grins at me from the driver's seat.

"Fell asleep for a while there, eh?" He laughs.

I stay quiet, not wanting to irritate my dad. I reached a hand toward my cheek, expecting to feel a hand print where he had slapped me, just days before, but instead I was met with smooth skin.

"Wh what?!" I think to myself. How is this possible?

Suddenly, hazy memories of me being tied up in a dark room, followed by a man with tattoos. How the hell did I get here?

I nervously look at my dad, who is looking at me concerned.

"You okay sweetpie?"

"A-a-a-a-a-are you going t-to hurt me?" I stutter out.

My dad seems shocked, and hurt. He raises his hand and i immediately brace for impact, but instead his hand rests on my shoulder, patting me a few times before taking it away.

"Bad dream?"

I don't answer and stare at the window. What the hell is going on???

Hours later

"Look who's back!"

My mom rushes in to tackle me to the floor, and I flinch. Instead I feel her arms wrapping around my thin frame.

Wait, what??!!

I feel meat on my bones! What happened?

"Where am I? What happened with the man in the tattoos!"

A look of anger flashes across my mother's face, before quickly replaced with concern and confusion. I almost could have convinced myself she didn't get angry at all.

"The man in the tattoos... what are you getting at?"

"I-" I shake my head, and memories of whatever I was thinking about faded away. "I don't- nothing, I guess."

She smiled sweetly and placed her hand on my back, leading me to the kitchen.

We ate dinner, my mom and dad asking me questions myself about my day and I didnt answer. I replied with silence. I was afraid of them, and I couldn't remember why. These were my parents!

Days pass and I love my parents! School is great!