Crowley's Daughter (Sam Winchester~ Supernatural)

Stalker

I got settled into my room and decided to call the last number my brother called me from. God, I hope it's his.

"Hello?" A guy with a deep voice answered.

"Damian? Is that you?"

"Uh, yea. Who's this?"

"Wow, don't even know your own twin's voice?"

I heard him sigh at the other end.

"What do you want Milani?"

"It's mom."

"I don't have time for this. I'm not going back! No matter how much she may need me."

"You're such an asshole! She did everything for us! And how do you repay her?! By running away and acting like a complete jerk to her!"

Rage filled me. I could feel my ears turn hot and steamy.

"Shut up! You're not exactly a little angel either, no matter how much you try to be."

"Yea, well, at least I didn't make her life a living hell. Unlike you!"

"You know what? Screw you! You and mom, have a good life." he said, hanging up the phone after.

Was he serious? He didn't even have the audacity to hear me out? Unbelievable! After he left, there were times I was grateful that it was just me and mom. No constant fighting, just peace and quiet.

But that's just it. There would be complete silence in my life. I had no one now. Dad was never in the picture, and now mom was long gone. All I had left was my older brother.

I decided I needed to go out and get a drink. I couldn't stand to be in these four walls all by myself. It was 5 o'clock. I recall seeing a bar just across the street.

Walking in, I saw pool tables, a few people already drinking and a couple guys my age. I ordered a beer and sat at one of the empty tables. The young group of guys kept eying me like I was some kind of doll.

I suddenly got the urge to go to the ladies' room. And to get to the ladies' room, I had to walk by those pricks.

"Great." I mumbled to myself.

They had their feet on the table like they owned the place. Total pigs.

"Excuse me." I said as politely as I could.

I did what I had to do and walked back out. Once again, the same guy had his feet up.

"Hey, pretty mama." one same up to me with the stink of beer and weed lingering on him.

"Why don't you give us a lil show and shake that ass for us." the guy with his feet up said.

I walked away until I felt someone grope my butt.

"Hands off!" I said, grabbing his arm and twisting it.

He groaned in pain, but I spoke too soon. He got the advantage and pinned me to the wall. I tried to get out of his grip but he just held me there tighter.

Flashbacks of all the times Ryan had me in this position came running through my mind. And suddenly, I blacked out.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

I felt someone grab me from behind and I elbowed him. It was the friend. He carried me out the door and threw me out, making me land on my butt. He raised his hand, and I knew what was to come next.

"Don't you dare!" I heard another man say.

I looked up and saw a guy with short hair, block the guy's hand. I felt someone help me up. Getting up on my feet and turning around, to see it was the guy who bumped into me earlier.

"Are you ok?"

"What are you doing? Stalking me?" I said harshly.

I felt tears of frustration form.

"I'm sorry. Yea, I'm fine." I apologized.

"Do you want a drink?" He asked.

I nodded and walked in with him and the other guy.

"I'm Sam, by the way. And this is my brother, Dean."

"I'm Milani."

He extended his hand for a shake, but I was a little skeptical. I agreed anyway and shook his hand.