My Guiding Light

Chapter 11

Season: 4

Episode(s): Metamorphosis

Setting(s): Carthage, Missouri - Jack's House / Memory

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The rest of the trip is silent -thank god- and Dean surprisingly did let me drive. I wonder if it's because I slapped him or because he knows he's in the dog house right now and therefore must submit to whatever we want to make up for it. By 'we' I mainly mean me. It's always been that way. I remember when we were little, I'd always get my way when I was upset with him.

I couldn't have been much older than six years old. I remember sitting in the backseat of the impala, crying my eyes out much to Dad's displeasure and Dean trying his best to calm me down. His tough-it-up attitude was nowhere to be found because after all, it was his fault I was upset. When packing up our stuff from the motel we were just in, Dean forgot to pack my Barbie Doll. The only toy I had because 'toys took up too much space'. Dad refused to go back and get it, saying it was a waste of time to do so and was probably already in the bin when the maid came to clean the room. Obviously, this made me more upset. It took a week of Dean smuggling money to purchase ice-cream, lollies and another Barbie-Doll for me to finally forgive him.

"Mia." I hear Sam say softly. We were parked at the destination -obviously, because I was driving- but I hadn't gotten out. I was too caught up in my own thoughts. I look up at him with a gentle smile, he was waiting for me with the door open, a concerned but slightly sympathetic look on his face. "Let's go talk to Jack." I say simply as we walk over to Dean by the fence.

"Jack Montgomery?" Sam says as we approach the man who seems to be accidentally drowning a flower bed. He turns to look at us with a puzzled expression. "I'm Sam Winchester, this is my brother Dean and my sister Mia." He says as he gestures to us. "We need to talk."

Dean looks around awkwardly and Jack seems extremely confused. "About?" Jack asks and Sam, extremely creepily, says "About you. About how you're changing."

Understandably, Jack is creeped out and probably appalled at his comment. Maybe I should have talked to him. I'm a trained doctor, I talk to patients about sensitive topics all the time...well...used to.

"Excuse me?" He says

"You probably feeling your bones move under your skin? And your appetite is reaching that of hungry-hungry hippo. How am I doing so far?" My other insensitive brother continues. "Who are you?" He asks, glancing at me, the silent one, for an answer, hoping that I'm more gentle than the boys.

"We're people who can help." I say calmly, glancing at the brothers to warn them to just shut up and listen. "Please, just hear us out."

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We all take turns explaining what he is. And by all I mean the boys because again, I don't know much on them because I was our getting waisted rather than getting a monster lesson.

"I'm a what?" Jack asks after the lecture which, now that I'm all caught up, I answer. "A rugaru. I know, it sounds made up but I swear, we wouldn't lie to you about something like this."

"Your father was one of these things." Sam speaks up and I hang my head. We almost had him and now we've lost him for mentioning something that's likely emotionally conflicting to him. "Your real father."

As suspected, Jack is freaking out, telling us that we're insane. Which, I mean we get all the time but still.

"Long Pig." Snaps me back into reality and I groan. One because that means Dean is talking and 2 because I'm reminded as to why my favourite meat is no longer my favourite.

And then it goes to the threats. "If you feed, we'll have to stop you." I'm surprised that those words actually came from Sam and not Dean. "My father, did somebody stop him?"
Sam sighs and nods. "Yes."

And just like that, we're being kicked out.

As we walk away, a hit them both in the back of the heads. "Both if you need to learn the word empathy." I say, continuing my way back to the car.