You're Gonna Go Far Kiddo -Supernatural Fanfiction

Chapter 2: The Proof *Sam's POV*

I picked Melody up and suddenly i feel her body go limp. I feel bad for the kid to be honest, considering i know how Dean can be if he gets confused or angry. He becomes agressive. When he jerked her away from the demon against the wall, i could tell by Melody's facial expressions that it was a pretty strong thud, she winced before looking dead straight into his eyes.

The only thing i could do now is to make sure she's okay and hope she is the real deal.

We started walking to the impala so i could have either Dean or i clean her cuts and stitch them up. At least she was unconcious because this would hurt like a bitch especially if she was up and squirming around. As the impala was within arms reach, i open the back door and place her body in back and grab the first aid kit out of the trunk.

"Dean, you wanna do it or should i?" "Yeah ill do it. Just get in back and prop her head up." I get in back and lay Melody's head in my lap when i notice a piece of paper in her bag. It looks sorta old. So, i pull the note out and decide to read what it says. But what i read gave me the proof that i have been keeping a close eye on the right person.

Sam and Dean,

If you're reading this, that would mean that you found Melody... I'm sorry that i didn't tell you before about her but i was ashamed about having another kid. Especially her. didn't want to take her on any hunts with you because i thought she would be the one to slow us down. But, yes. She is your half sister. She was a mistake and i didn't think it would come to this where she would actually meet you. But if you find her in the streets, that means that something bad happened to her mother and she was sent to search for you. I don't know how long she's been out on her own, so please take her under your wing and teach her what she needs to know. Especially if she is already out on her own hunting the thing that got her mom. I dont expect her to be any help but at least she would feel needed.

-John Winchester

"Whatcha find there Sammy? A love letter?" Dean chuckles as he starts to grab the alchohol and Whiskey to disinfect her gashed areas. "Its the letter dad wrote to us. Dean, it's her. Question is, is how long has she been out on her own and why didnt he write down any number for her to contact us with.or why would dad write such a hurtful letter? I mean... Listen to this bullshit he wrote!"

I repeat what the letter wrote to dean as he started to clean the wounds out and prepares the needle and thread. "Thats a piece of shit. Dad wouldn't- he- Dammit. He really fucked himself over this time. How could he say that about a fucking kid like that?! The letter was already open so who knows how many times she's read the damn thing. I mean look, there's a fucking stain that looks like someone was crying reading this.

I have no doubt it was Melody's tears on there!" Dean exclaims and points at the stained paper and starts to stitch her shoulder. Since we were sewing her up in the backseat of the car, he has to straddle over her torso to get a decent angle on where to put the needle. I have to admit, Melody is a strong survivor. She'll be fine in this world, and now she has us to back her up.

When Dean finishes stitching up her shoulder(which needed at least 10 stitches. (That was some wound i must say) he wraps her shoulder tightly with a wrap, packs up the first aid kit and started to get off her and put the kit back into the trunk. "Let's just get her out of here and get back to the motel. She can rest there." Dean says and gets into the drivers seat and turns over the impala making a loud roar of the engine as he pulls away, i stay in back with Melody to keep her from possibly rolling onto her shoulder and ripping some stitches. Heaven's forbid she did that...