Cupid ((supernatural/ Dean Winchester))

Chapter Five: New Town

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AMORETTA'S POV

I drove as quick as I could without gaining the attention of the local law enforcement. The old van was angel proof, and demon proof, meaning not only can they not enter the van, but they can't even find it with their angel demon mojo crap.

Months back I had done the same to my own body, getting the markings in a tattoo form on my neck and abdomen, hidden from sight. When the markings were hidden from their eyes they didn't know that I had them, meaning they can't burn them off of my body. But I guess it didn't work as well as I had imagined it would. That and they were no longer a secret after my meeting with Dean.

The clock on the dashboard read four thirty, my eyes stung, trying to focus on the road. I've been driving for hours, and I needed sleep, but I can't sleep until I get to my new temporary home, in South Dakota.

It isn't fair. Why do I have to be the one that had her parents make a mistake, a mistake that got them both killed, and has threatened my life since I was born? I never asked for this, never even remotely. All I wanted was to be a normal girl one with crushes, that went to parties, that was in a stable home. No killer almighty and murderous damned, no being confined to home and school only, no foster homes, none of that was requested.

I can't think of someone who would ever ask for this, no one is that stupid. I wouldn't wish this on anyone else either.

No matter the cost, even if it is my own life, I wouldn't allow, I couldn't allow someone else to go through even for a moment what I go through everyday of my life. It isn't how I am. I have principles, and wishing a life on the run, almost always an inch from death, is not one of them.

The road sign to my exit caught my interest as I snapped out of my thoughts. I felt a few drops of liquid fall onto my fresh pink button up shirt and touched my face. Tears had made there way down my cheeks without my acknowledgement, probably from when I was reminiscing. I wiped them away with one hand, keeping the other firmly on the steering wheel.

Bridgewater, South Dakota, small, only a short way from the Minnesota border, good for a quick leave. Small population, but enough that I had some cover, not many security cameras, not many vessels to use as spies, over all a easy hide away for the time being.

The first couple houses were farms, then a normal, smaller, house with a for sale sign in the front yard. After about two and a half hours of waiting for a reasonable hour, I dialed the number on my official cell phone, and asked if we could talk face to face about the house.

"Of course, sweetie!" The sales woman chirped with a rather noticeable southern accent. I already felt like I needed to leave, before I get friendly people like her killed, or worse. "I will be down at the house in two shakes of a lambs tail, just need to get a sitter for the baby girl. I'll be there in a few minutes, you can just wait there if you want."

"Thank you." I replied, before tapping the end button. Leaning my forehead against the wheel, I closed my eyes to fight back another wave of tears. Guilt ripped my chest apart from the inside out, I was sick with the feeling.

I sat there with the silence, once again left with nothing to do but think, my worst enemy, my best of friends. Time wasn't able to soothe my stirring stomach, nor was not able to quiet my mumbling mind. Time wasn't my cure, my problem didn't have a cure, being and abomination didn't have a magic switch that could make me normal again, make me no longer my own abuser.

A sharp tap on my window made me jump, my seatbelt jerked me back into my seat. Outside of my van was a plump red haired woman with a toothy grin and a plaid pant suit. "Hi there, darling." She hollared, waving at me with more enthusiasm than I had in my whole life. "I'm Donna, I'm here to talk to you about this house."

Now or never, I reminded myself getting bout of my car, looking her straight on. With a deep breath I leaped into the mind of the friendly lady, taking all the info that I needed about this town, and erasing me from her head, and making it a prank call like I was never here.

Dazed and confused she got back into her car and drove away, I wiggled the key to the house that I had snatched when she was detained. I only grabbed one bag of clothing and my laptop before going into the house. Placing the bags down by the door, I ran back out and drove the van around the corner to an alley way without any cameras within a three block radius.

Half walking, half jogging back to the complex, I kept my head down, not looking up incase someone who was compromised got a good look at me. That wouldn't be good, I would have to turn around and leave again, making this town a complete bust.

I didn't look up until the door closed behind me. Slowly I slid down the door  resting my head on my knees, letting the breath that I hadn't known I was holding go. And with a heavy sigh, I set up a bed in the other room  before securing the windows and doors. Curled up like a cat I laid down on the bed, but sleep did not come to greet me.

I sat there for hours without moving, not sure what the matter was, but sleep would not come. And so there I stayed, trapped in my thoughts, until the sun had set hours later, before my eyes drooped shut and the nightmares began.