Lora Winchester has been a hunter since she was 11. Hunting with her big brothers on the weekends and school on the weekdays.
As years go by Lora starts to feel her reasoning to fight slip away from her as everyone she loves always dies.
But when...
LOST & FOUND| THE RISING SON (House of the Rising Sun- Jermey Renner)
WARNING! MENTIONS OF SELF HARM/ SUICIDE PLEASE READ THIS WITH CAUTION!
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Lora walked in silence, back to the three boys who were standing near the bodies. She sucked in a deep breath as she added the wood to the pile. She then sat down a few feet in front of Jack and Sam as Dean covered the bodies in oil.
"Do you want to say anything?" Sam asked Jack and Lora shifted her head slightly to listen to their conversation.
Jack looked at Sam confused before looking at the bodies. "I...What do you say?" Jack asked looking back at Sam.
"Right, Uh, Thank you. You say thank you. And you say you're sorry-" Lora looked down as she felt tears prickling in her eyes the same overwhelming feeling of guilt and regret consuming her. "-you hope they're somewhere without uh sadness or pain. You hope they're somewhere better. You say goodbye," Sam explains. Dean heads over to the two boys with a clenched jaw and hooded eyes as he sets down the oil and grabs the lighter.
Lora zoned out the rest of the conversation as she watched her best friend's body go up in flames. Memories of their time spent together danced along her mind causing every single tear shed to hold the weight of the world.
Lora wished she never met Castiel. Wish he never brought her back, and left her to rot in hell. Lora wished that he still wanted to kill her.
Because having someone you love dying is worse than someone you know dying.
Lora was in her room as she slit her throat and as she felt her life slip from her it quickly returned and where there was a long bloody gauche across her neck was a bright light that was healing itself, leaving no scar. She screamed in defeat as she repeatedly stabbed herself in the chest.
"LET ME DIE!" She screamed. "Please," She whispered as she raised the knife once more only for it to be yanked out of her arms. She looked up to see Castiel holding it a stoic expression on her face.
This was it.
No one was home but her and the angel.
"Castiel please, please do it. I can't take it. I can't control it. Please I don't want to hurt anyone, I won't be able to live with myself if I hurt Sam or Dean," Lora cried as Castiel sighed. He set down the knife and bent down as he hesitantly wrapped his arms around hers.
"Let me help you," Was all he said.
"I-I thought you wanted to kill me," Lora says hesitantly as Castiel holds her at arms length looking her in the eyes.
