Winchestered

20

6 Months Later.

*****

In these past 6 months I have been hunting, killing, hiding and crying.

The first month was hard, he boys said we should do a hunter funeral. But I didn't want to. If there was a way to bring Cameron back, I needed a body for him to possess.

 I cried every night. I never left the bunker, I never ate, I never interacted with anyone else but my torturing thoughts. Dean always use to knock on my door bedroom door but I never opened, I just stayed there. 

All by myself. Just like I wanted it.

The second month, I dared myself to exit my room. But I never looked any of them in the eyes, and I never entered the lobby. Ever. I did rarely leave the room, only for food and water. Dean tried to talk to me but I rejected him every time, and I bet Sam knew better then to do the exact same and think he would succeed.

At the end of the second month I saw a work out room a few doors away from mine, so every day I went there and worked out for the whole month. The works out usually ended up with me crying but after time I learned to control it. And instead of crying all the time I let the adrenaline and power take control over me.

That was the last time I cried.

The Fourth month I was a skilled fighter. I read every book on every single creature there was. I summoned some demons and killed every single one of time. Some times one on one but some times I summoned a bunch of them and kept killing and killing until there was no place on the walls that hadn't been splashed in blood. At the end of the month I have killed carelessly and recklessly.

But alone. I wasn't putting anyone else in danger.

The fifth month I had a huge fight with Dean. And Sam. But Dean was the one yelling, Sam just agreed with everything Dean said. I had enough of that place so for the first time since Cameron died I trashed the lobby, packet everything I had, which wasn't alot, just Camerons shirt that he had when he first got here and I left the bunker whit out telling anyone.

I haven't seen or spooked to Kevin, Sam nor Dean since.

This month I have been going from town to town, covering ever single trace I let out and I've been hunting everything on my way. Any creature I can lay my eyes one had been scratched from the face of the earth by My nails.

I've been having trouble sleeping. Ones I could swear I dreamt about Camerons dead body beside me and some times I dreamt the same nightmare over and over again. Cameron came back to life and he sat beside me on the motel beds, he was blaming me for his death and his eyes slowly turned black.

So I never sleep anymore, I do drift asleep, because Ia m human, I can't helped it but it doesn't last 20 minutes before I wake up, shaking and broken. It always feels like my heart has literally been ripped out of my chest, just to be pulled back in to feel the pain of it. 

So I take pills to keep me awake at night and some to keep me going at day plus alot of coffee. Even though I hate coffee, I still drink it.

"One night? Are you like a hitch hickey or something?" He old guy behind the reception said. He wore a navy blue t shirt that seemed to be way to little for his beer belly.

"Something like that" I reached for my pocket to get my wallet out.

"You didn't put a bomb under one of the beds have you?" He laughs but I ignore him.

A young man wearing a black hoddie covering his face walked into the lobby of the motel and pointed a gun at us.

"This is a robbery" He yelled. The old man looked terrified and put his hands up over his head. But I in other hand am a hunter, robbers are nothing in compared what I have handled with.

"Really" I huffed.

"What" The young man who i suspect is another broke teenager said.

I pulled the money that I had to pay out and put them on the counter and took a few steps back. The teenager looked at me then at the money.

"It's all yours man" I put my hands up. When the teenager moved his hand to take the money I jerked his hand around his back, hit him with his gun in his higher back almost at his neck and he passed out.

I yanked my money out of his hand and placed them and the gun on top it on the counter.

"Keep the change. Oh and you should probably call the police" I turned my heels and walked out of the motel. I could hear the old man saying "that was so cool" Before I left but his kind words won't make me feel better inside so I ignored them and walked to my motorcycle and was just about to put my helmet on when my phone vibrated.

The number was unknown. I just bought this phone, I haven't given it away to anyone. I clicked on the red button to cancel the call but through out the day it has been calling repeatedly. None stop. 

When ever one call ended another rang. I had to put my IPhone in flight mode so it could just stop calling, but each time I put the flight mode off and I glared at the screen it said "73" missed calls.

At last I decided to answer the next call but they didn't ring again.

Next day

*****

The phone vibrated in  my pocket as I snuck in to a vampire nest to get some answers on how to get Cameron back. I pulled the phone out of my back pocket and looked around, making sure nobody hear the noise before I put it at me ear. I put my finger away from the trigger of the arrow gun so I wouldn't accidentally shoot myself. 

"Who is this, and why are you calling me" I whisper but yet my voice came out strong and cold.

"Trisha?" A light voice said. "It's K-kevin"

"Kevin..? How did you get my number?"

"No time to explain, Trisha. Listen to me, Sam has disappeared."

"What" I yell louder then I wanted it and I heard a voice yell "Anyone there" I slowly move away from my position behind a wall and sat under a table. 

"What' about Dean?" I whisper

"He left with Crowley to go get The First Blade" Kevin breath was heavy.

"Over there" Someone said in behind me and I turned my head to see a vampire run at me. 

I cursed under my breath and ran as fast as I could.

"Kevin breathe" I said.

"I'm trying... What's that noise?" Kevin asks.

"Nothing" I snap.

"Get her" An other vampire yelled and suddenly I had  5 vampires running after me. I aimed the arrow gun at one of them and shoot and it hit. Usually arrows doesn't affect vampires but I have drained them in dead mans blood. So he fell to the floor, screaming.

"Trisha? Are you there?"

"I'll see what I can do, Kevin" I clicked on the phone and shoved it in my pocket.

Let's just say that today was a bad hunting day.