Born in Blood

Chapter Five

Leah's POV

Sam and Dean had left over an hour ago. I wasn't sure where they had went, but I knew they were disposing of my mom's body. I cringed at the thought. It was all so surreal. I had a hard time believing any of it was real. I wanted to wake up and have it all be a bad dream. Mom would still be alive and my dad would still be a dead man I had never met. Everything would be simple, like it was supposed to be. But I knew it wasn't a dream. Every time I closed my eyes I saw my mom...dead and bloody. Her vacant eyes staring up at me.
I choked back a sob and shook the thought away. Right now wasn't the time to dwell on it.

I sat on my bed, anxiously waiting for one of the guys to come and fetch me. I had already packed my bags. I had shoved everything I could into my book bag and then had dug out my duffle bag I would use on trips and did the same. It would be weird....living somewhere else. I had spent my entire life in this house. I had went to school with the same group of kids ever since kindergarten. My life had a routine. And, while it was boring, I loved it because it was mine. Now everything was messed up. How was I supposed to explain any of this to my friends? They wouldn't understand why my mom and I just up and disappeared.

I pulled out my cell and briefly thought about texting my best friends, Amelia and Jasper, but decided against it. I wanted to tell them goodbye, but it would be better if it was a clean break. If they knew I was still out there then they would probably start asking questions I didn't have the answers too. I shoved my phone back into my pocket and sighed. This was all too complicated. Why couldn't I have a normal life? I was supposed to be sneaking out and going on dates. Staying up late with friends and watching Netflix. Fighting with my mom and making up an hour later just to go get ice cream. But this was, insane.
I looked down at my clothes. I was still covered in blood. I hadn't thought to change my clothes yet. I wasn't sure how much of it was mine and how much of it was my moms.
I got up, shucking my clothes, and rummaged through my dresser. I grabbed an older pair of jeans I hadn't packed and put them on. They were a little tight and had a hole in the knee from where I had fallen on the sidewalk once when I was running to class. Then, I grabbed a simple grey T-shirt. It was a little faded. I usually just used it as a sleep shirt, but it would suffice for now. It was better than being covered in blood. I picked up the soiled clothes and tossed them in a waste basket in the corner of the room. I was wondering how much longer I would have to wait when I heard a knock on my bedroom door.

Whoever it was didn't wait for a response and I quickly spun around to see Sam opening the door, peeking inside.

"Oh, hey. Are you ready?" He asked, opening the door wider and stepping inside.

"Yes." I replied shortly, picking up my bags. I slung my book bag over my shoulder and hoisted the duffle on the opposite side.

"Good. Dean is waiting outside."

I followed my uncle downstairs, taking a moment to get one last look of my home, and then out the door. Dean had the impala parked on the side of the road and the engine loudly purred, echoing through the neighborhood. I opened the door and slid into the backseat, behind my uncle, and watched as Dean put the car in drive and pulled away from the only house I had ever called home.

This was going to be interesting. We rode in silence, save for the radio blasting a little too loudly for my taste. It was playing a song I didn't quite recognize but I was fairly certain it was rock...maybe from the 80s? There was still an awkwardness in the air and I didn't figure it would go away any time soon. I was leaving my home with two strangers. Men I had never met until just a few hours beforehand. I felt my heart racing. This was stupid. I was being stupid. It didn't matter that they were supposed to be family. I didn't know them. What if they were insane.

"You're not going to take me off somewhere and chop me up into little pieces, are you?" I asked before I could stop myself.

"What?" Dean asked, turning around briefly to peer at me over the seat. He looked like he was about to laugh.

"I mean, like, please don't kill me."

"Why would we want to kill you?" Sam asked.

"Isn't that what usually happens when a teenage girl runs off with strangers." I pointed out, thinking of the movies and news stories I had ever heard. I was literally living in the beginning of a horror movie. The two men laughed, and I blushed.

"We would never. You're family, Leah. You're a Winchester now." Dean said. I could see his eyes on me through the rear view mirror, and I could tell he was smiling. I smiled back at him and sighed a breath of relief I hadn't realized I was holding.

"Good." I mused, looking out the window. I could barely make out the scenery flying by in the darkness. I had no idea how late it actually was and the events of the day were catching up on me. I yawned and stretched.
"I'm a Winchester now." I repeated to myself, keeping my gaze trained on the window. These two men were all I had, now.