Supernatural

01: Shelter

                                                Newark, New Jersey

The heavy snow fell and started covering some places in the cold city of Newark, New Jersey. You could barely stand the cold but started getting used to it two years ago after walking the streets of New Jersey day in and half of the night before sitting down to rest your feet to keep them from bleeding. You turned into the alleyway that led to where the junkies eat, take their drugs, or used the bathroom for junkies. They would have fire bins and food and that would set you off before going on the streets again.

"Heya kid. You ok?" a man asked and you looked up from looking at the streets to avoid anything else that can hurt you. "Do you need a place to stay warm?"

Nobody has ever approached you or asked to help out. You gave a small smile to not make your lips bleed more than what they already were and reached for his extended hand. He grabbed your wrist hard and pinned you against the wall so fast you didn't have time to scream for help until pain struck your neck and warm liquid went down your throat.

You screamed and tried to push the man away before a slashing noise happened followed by two different thuds and you being splashed in somebody else's blood. You tried to catch your breath as you looked at the dark tall figure with a machete in his hand.

"Watch out!" you yelled seeing pointy teeth coming out of the man approaching behind the man with the machete. The man turns around and the other lunatic grabs his hand super fast as the machete is close to his throat. The two men fought for three minutes or so before another head was rolling and there was a body on the floor. He turned around and walked fast towards you making your back press against the wall even more.

"N-no, please don't hurt me." you cried and flinched as his hand approached your face.

"I'm not going to hurt you." he said. His voice was tough and dominant, but caring at the same time.

"I-I don't have anything t-to give you." you stuttered as a cold gust of wind hit your body. The man put his leather jacket on you and you looked up at him. His brown eyes were strong and his beard made him look scarier than the aura and vibes he sent.

"Why don't you come with me, I will be able to clean you up and patch you." he said and you thought of it for a minute or so and nodded softly and walked with the man who saved your life.

"What's your name?" you asked.

"John, John Winchester." he said.

"Mr. Winchester, what were those things?" you asked and he didn't even look at you and just kept looking forward.

"Vampires." he simply said and you furrowed your eyebrows.

"Mr. Winchester, why are you taking care of me? Take me in and help me?" you asked another question.

"Because that's my job, sweetheart-" he stopped talking when he felt that your presence wasn't there anymore. He turns around worried just to see you sitting on the floor taking your shoes off and grabbing a handful of snow and passing it in your swollen bleeding feet. He approaches you and crouches and you look at him.

"Get in my back." he said and you grabbed your shoes and climbed to his back and he stood up and kept walking. A few minutes passed and we arrived at a Motel. He unlocks the door just to be pointed at by a gun held by a young boy. You squeal and let go of John and get off his back and get ready to run away when John holds your wrist.

"Dean, Sam, this is Y/N." John said and you waved at them and Dean put the gun away and you winced at the pain in your feet.

"I will get the bandages." Sam said and ran off. He was probably around the same age as you. Dean was much older. Were they kids like you? Rescued from the streets?

"I will get the water running. Sammy! Get her clothes too!" Dean yelled and he rushed to the bathroom. You took the jacket off and tossed it in one of the beds and put the shoes in front of the bed and walked towards the bathroom. You were about to turn the corner when Dean walked out and you two bumped into each other. He grabbed you by your back and you locked eyes startled.

"The water's done." he said as you two stood straight and you nodded and walked past him and closed the door, took your clothes off and washed up. After washing up you dried your body and opened the door slightly and grabbed the clothes that were in front of the door and closed the door.

"What happened? She had a lot of blood on her." you heard Dean argue.

"Not now, Dean. Sammy it's asleep." John said coldly.

"You could have died." Dean said.

"I didn't."

"But she almost did. She could have." John continued.

"Vampires." you said and John and Dean turned their heads towards you.

"They were vampires." you repeated. Dean looked at your small figure in one of John's shirts and looked at John pissed and walked to you and helped you sit down on a chair and wrapped your feets and neck with bandages after putting an antibiotic. A door slammed and John had disappeared and Sam had woken up.

"Where is dad?" he said and Dean looked back at you.

"You can sleep in my bed. I will sleep on the couch or with Sammy if I get sleepy." Dean said and you nodded.

"Goodnight, Sammy." you said and Sam turned around to look at you as you climbed to the bed.

"Don't call me that. Only Dean or dad call me that." he said and you stay on your knees on the bed.

"I'm sorry"

"I forgive you. Goodnight, Y/N." Sam said and laid down facing his back towards you and you looked at Dean and he gave you a small yet comforting smile and you lay down and ended up being hidden completely under the covers.