Everything's Okay {Sam Winchester's Daughter}

Chapter 2-Paranoid Freaks

   "Dean... we have a problem." A super tall guy, with light brown, shoulder length hair says.

   "What is it?" The other voice comes closer, walking up behind him.

   "Holy shit." He says.

   "Please don't hurt me." I sob, burying my head in my arms and hugging my knees to my chest.

   "No, no, no, we're not gonna hurt you." The guy with the longer hair assures, crouching down.

   I let out more sobs, my eyes traveling towards my mom, who's eyes and mouth are wide open. I let out a strangled cry as I crawl towards my mother.

   "Mom!" I cry, pressing my hand on the giant wound on her stomach, like I see on TV, trying to stop the bleeding.

   "Kid, I'm sorry. She's gone." The shorter guy, Dean, says, putting his hand on my shoulder, trying to coax me into realizing that she's dead and there's nothing I can do to fix it.

   "No!" Tears flow steadily down my face as it sinks in. I look to the left to see Katie in the same condition, but worse. More blood. Bigger wound.

   "Katie..." I whisper, voice cracking.

   "Incase anything bad ever happens, call this number." Mom says as she points to a phone number written on an index card. It hangs by a magnet on the fridge. Being eight years old at the time, I couldn't quiet read it yet. "It's your dad's number. He'll help you."

   She had told me this at least once a month since I could hold a phone. She had told me this like she was worried something were to happen. She told me until it was embedded in my brain.

   "My dad." I mumble, standing up abruptly. I immediately reach for the phone number on the fridge.

   913-382-1936

  -Sam Winchester

   "Hey, slow down. It's okay." The tall guy says, trying his best to comfort me.

   "I-I need... I need to call my dad." I frantically search for my phone. I don't find it in my sweat pants pocket, so I run to the closet and search the ground.

   "Do you know where your dad is?" The shorter guy asks. I shake my head.

   "Never met him. Know nothing about him. My mom just drilled into my head to call him if anything bad happened." I tell them, turning towards them. "I don't know about you, but think this is pretty fucking bad." I sob, starting to hyperventilate.

   "Okay, okay, it's okay. Calm down. We'll find him."

   I finally find my phone lying at the very back of the closet and immediately start dialing the number, not minding the fact that blood was all over my hands, and in turn, all over my phone.

   I hit the call button, still breathing heavily. However, the most unexpected thing you could think of happens.

   The tall guy's phone rings.

   I slowly pull the phone away from my ear, looking at the stranger.

   "Please tell me you're name isn't..." I trail off, looking at the index card in between my fingers.

   "Sam Winchester?"

   The look on his face tells me that he is, in fact, Sam Winchester.

   "Sammy, you got some explaining to do." Dean crosses his arms.

   "W-What- I... Are you sure you've got the right Sam Winchester?" He stammers, grabbing the card.

   "Sam, how many other Sam Winchester's do you know of that have your phone number and had a thing with Allison Calgo?" Dean asks. I didn't like the way he said her name. As if she was some legendary slut or something.

   "How is this possible?"

   "You tell me." I whisper. "You're the one who left us."

   "Left you?" He asks. "I didn't even know about you. Your mother never told me. Trust me, if I knew, I would have dropped everything and stayed... but she let me leave."

   "So what now? I don't know what she was expecting you to do but she told me all the time to call you if something happened. That's up to you. What happens now?" Tears mist my eyes at the thought of not being with my mom 24/7.

   "Well... you have to come with us." He says after a while of thinking.

   "What?" Dean says, obviously surprised. "Sam, we can't just take a kid on hunts with us."

   "She'll stay at the bunker. As long as she doesn't leave, nothing can get in to harm her. I'm sure she can take care of herself for a few days at a time."

   Bunker? Hunts? What are these guys, some paranoid freaks?

   "Sam-" Dean protests.

   "Look, Dean, this is my daughter. I can't just leave her. She's already spent, what, 14 years without a father?"

   "15..." I mumble quietly. I don't think he heard me.

   "15 years without a father." He corrects. "We're taking her whether you like it or not."

   "Fine. But we need to leave now. I'm sure the neighbors have called the cops by now." Dean says.

   "Why don't you go pack some clothes and toiletries?" Sam says softly. As if I'd break.

   In all honestly, I probably will.

   "Where are you taking me? What is that thing? Why do you want to leave before the cops get here?" I bombard.

   "We'll explain everything once we get in the car. Now, please, just go pack." He repeats. I sigh and head upstairs. It takes everything in me not to break down crying as I pack the clothes.

   About 10 minutes later, I have everything I need and head downstairs. Sam and Dean stand near the door.

   That thing is gone. But my family is still there.

   My mom and best friend still laid there on the ground. Lifeless. I stare at their cold, bloody, pale bodies, tears threatening to spill out of my eyes. Sam walks over and blocks my vision of them with his huge stature.

   "Come on." He says softly. I sigh and run my sticky, bloody hand through my hair as it falls in my face. I look back at the lifeless bodies once more before the door is closed and I'm being guided to a really nice black car.

   Around us, the dark, foggy night begins to drizzle as I feel the dam inside me, threatening to break.

   I sit in the back of the car in silence, nothing but the sound of Crazy Train by Ozzy Osbourne playing quietly. Images of mom and Katie laying in a pool of their own blood filter through my mind.

   Suddenly, I'm sobbing in the back of an Impala with two men I don't know, rain pounding on the window as it gets harder.

   My whole world is gone. My mom. My best friend.

   They were all I had, and now I'm stuck with my dad, who I have never met before today.

  What horrible thing did I do to deserve this?