Harley Winchester - Season 1- Supernatural Rewrite

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We were now parked at a gas station. I didn't tell the boys what I saw. I didn't even tell them about the pictures I found. They filled me in on everything they found out though. Sam's weirdo nightmares were coming true. I mean I can't exactly say anything, look at me. I couldn't stop thinking though. I couldn't stop looking at the pictures I stole. I finally know what they looked like. My dad had dark brown hair and was as tall as my mother. She had pitch black hair and long nails that were painted yellow, like the color of her magic. She was wearing this beautiful long sun dress. My dad was in this white shirt with a leather jacket over it. I looked down at the one I was wearing right now, the only gift John ever gave me, now I think I know why.

"We just got to chill out, that's all." Dean's voice interrupted my thoughts. I quickly placed the pictures in my backpack and tuned into my brothers conversation. I couldn't be thinking about my parents right now, I had people to save.

"Okay boys, I know this is hard, but think about it this way, if this was any other kind of job, what would we do?" I asked poking my head out from the backseats window. Dean was standing by the trunk and Sam was right next to me.

"We'd try to figure out what we were dealing with, we'd dig into the history of the house." Sam stated.

I pushed my backpack to the floor and got out of the backseat. Walking to the back of the Impala, I lifted myself onto her trunk and sat there as Sam followed me.

"Exactly, except this time, we already know what happened." Dean uttered.

"Yeah but how much do we know, I mean, how much do you actually remember?" Sam questioned his older brother.

"About that night you mean?"

"Yeah."

Dean looked down at me as I grabbed his hand. He squeezed mine a bit as he spoke.

"Not much, I remember the fire, the heat, then I carried you out the front door."

Sam looked up at Dean after he said that.

"You did?"

"Yeah well, you never knew that?"

"No."

I stayed silent and just let Dean squeeze my hand.

"And uh, well you know dad's story as well as I do, mom was, on the ceiling and whatever put her there was long gone by the time dad found her."

"And he never had a theory about what did it?" Sam asked.

"If he did he kept it to himself, god knows we asked him enough times."

"So, if we're gonna figure out what's going on now, we have to figure out what happened back then, see if it's the same thing."

"Yeah, talk to dad's friends, neighbors, people who were there at the time."

"Does this feel like just another job to you two?" Sam asked us.

"No." I said bluntly.

"I'll be right back, I got to go to the bathroom." Dean said ignoring Sam's question.

If I knew Dean well enough, he wasn't going to the restroom, he was going to call dad, John.

Sam pulled me closer to him and kept his arm around my waist. He kissed the side of my head as I spoke. A single tear slid down my cheek.

"I can't wait to get out of Lawrence Kansas."

I released myself from his grip and got into the backseat of the Impala were I curled up into a ball and waited.