My Little Girl

Chapter 9

3rd person p.o.v.

Sam walks down the stairs the next morning and walks towards the kitchen. He stops in his tracks as he walks past the living room, looking in out of instinct. He smiles as he sees his niece asleep on the couch, her head resting against the arm of the couch while her feet rested on his brother's lap, who was also asleep. There was a blanket covering Skylar and part of Dean, who's head was resting on the back of the couch in a position that Sam knew would make his neck sore. Sam quickly takes out his phone and takes a picture of the two before putting the device back in his pocket. He then decides to wake them up so they can get breakfast. He approaches the couch and stands in front of his niece, crouching down and grabbing her shoulder. 

Skylar p.o.v.

I feel someone grab my shoulder and my eyes fly open, my arm flying forward out of instinct. I hear a groan as my fist makes contact with something. I sit up and look in front of me to see Sam sitting on the floor, holding his nose. My eyes widen as I realize what I did. 

"I am so sorry, Sam." I apologize quickly. "I swear I didn't mean to! I felt something grab me and it was just instinct!" 

"It's alright." He says, standing up. "I should have expected it. After all, you are just like Dean."

"What'd I do?" The man in question asks, sitting up and rubbing his neck. He looks at his brother who was still holding his nose, trying to get it to stop bleeding. "Dude, what the hell happened to you?" 

"She has the same reflex as you." He answers. "I tried to wake her up and she punched me." Dean nods and gives me a fist bump. 

"Nice." He says. I laugh as Sam gives him his infamous bitch face. 

"Anyway. You two get dressed so we can get something to eat." Sam says. I nod and go upstairs to my room, changing into a grey tank top, black skinny jeans, and a red leather jacket. I brush my hair before putting it into a french braid and put my combat boots on, slipping a few throwing knives in them just in case. I look at my reflection in the mirror and smile. I then see something that makes my smile fall. I lift up my tank top a bit to reveal the scar on the right side of my stomach where my step father stabbed me. Sighing, I grab my makeup and put some foundation over it to hide it from view. I put my tank top back down and am relieved to see that the scar is barely visible. In fact, you wouldn't be able to see it if you didn't know it was there. I push all the negative thoughts and memories from my head and go downstairs.  

"Ready?" I ask as I jump off the second step. The boys nod and Dean writes a note for Bobby telling him where we went and what time we left before following us out the door. I slide into the backseat of the Impala while Sam and Dean get in the front before we go to the diner. We all get the same thing as yesterday, adding some pancakes, bacon, and coffee for Bobby and taking the food to go. When we get back to the house, we see Bobby already up and in the study. We pass out the food as we all sit at the table and just talk while we eat, actually feeling somewhat like a normal family. "So, what are we doing today?" I ask when I finish eating. The brothers look at each other and the smile that had been on my face drops. "What?"

"We actually have a case." Sam tells me. I frown. 

"But we still have a whole other to relax and be normal." I say, wanting this time for us. Dean sighs.

"I know, but this is a case. We can't just ignore it. More people will die." Dean tells me. I nod, knowing he's right.

"I know." I say. "So where are we going?"

"Colorado." Sam answers. "Denver, actually." 

"Really?" I ask. "What do you think it is?" 

"I'm not sure yet." He tells me. "There have been three girls who have gone missing in the last month. All blond, ages 13-16. We don't know what's taking them or if they're still alive."