A Winchesters Daughter

Part 4

A few hours later I started to wake up. My iPod is still playing music and Sams's jacket is covering my arms. Both boys are looking at me. "Come on wake up were here," Deans says while lightly pushing my legs. "No" I groan. Sam laughs "Shut up Sammy'' I mumble pulling his jacket over my head. I learned he dislikes being called Sammy. "Wow, she is so your kid!" Sam calls punching Dean in the arm. I pull down Sam's jacket, off from over my head. Then Started to comb back my tangled hair with my hair tie I found on the floor. I throw Sam's jacket at him. "Thanks" I call as I slide out of the car. I look around confused, all I see is an old factory or storage room. Dean walks over to me and opens the trunk. He grabs his 2 bags, one for hunting, one for clothes and crap. He hands me mine as he swings his book bag over his shoulder. Sam grabs his bag and walks to the weird creepy building . Dean follows Sam. I shrug and walk behind them. Sam unlocks then opens the door which led to a staircase which led to a large bunker. "Awesome," I say in awe as I walk down the stairs. Dean plops his bag on a large glowing table followed by Sam. Dean and Sam walk around with me giving me a tour. The bunker was huge. We stopped in front of a door. Dean unlocked then opened the door and walked in. He handed me the key and said "So I know it isn't much but I can take you to the store to get stuff... But will you be okay with your new room..." I widened my eyes. I looked around the pretty big sized room. It had a Full bed, a large desk in the corner of the room, a large bureau, and mirror and finally, it's own bathroom. Dean looked very nervous that I had not responded yet. "Like I said we can go to the store and get stuff and my room is right next door..." I walked up to him and gave him a huge hug. He loosened a little and kissed the top of my head. Sam smiled and walked out to the kitchen. Dean asked if I needed any help unpacking. I laughed and showed him that I only brought my iPod and a change of clothes. Dean looked confused and asked why I didn't bring more. "I can't bring more if I don't have more... '' I sighed as I walked to my dresser and placed the clothes in the dresser drawer 2nd to last in the next 8 rows. Dean sits down on the bed and pats down next to him. I slowly sit down. "Let me see your hand," He asked as I slowly unwrapped the bandage and held out my hand. I braced myself for the pain when he would hit it but it didn't come. That's what Mama did when she saw I got hurt. He just sighed and asked what happened. My eyes darted from him to my shoes. "I am fine" I mumbled. "Don't lie'' Dean responded. "When I was in my house I looked in the mirror and I didn't like who I saw, It wasn't me standing there. I got mad and just threw a punch. I already cleaned it with alcohol and my stitches too." His eyes widened that I poured alcohol on my cuts. He goes to speak then gets a phone call and looks at me. "Be right back" he promised as he picked up. I walked around the room looking around. I walked through the halls looking around then suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my head then watched as everything went black.