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The Lost Winchester:Part 2

A/N: I am so glad to continue with this story, and I hope you enjoy. If you have any suggestions on where to take the story I would love to hear your ideas.

Word Count: 1209

Warnings: Language

Prying my eyes open I was greeted with bright white lights. Sitting up I was met with the almost too clean look of a hospital room. The clean sterilize smell covering the room. It hit me why I was here. My mind started racing, if my foster dad found out I was here he was going to kill me. The machine  next to me started to beat rapidly as my heart rate rose. My chest felt as if a bag of bricks rested on it. Breathing was becoming harder and harder to do. Growing dizzy as my vision blurred. What was happening to me? In the distance I heard the shouting of doctors and nurses rushing to my room. From what I could make out with my blurred sight they were right in front of me. I could hear someone shouting but it sounded so far. Almost as if they were underwater trying to talk to me. Slowly I started to come back to reality. The sounds around me sounding closer, and my breathing returning to normal. When my vision cleared I was met with several nurses looking at me. Their eyes filled with worry. Only one stepped forward to confront me. Her hair was in a high ponytail and her eyes a soft brown.

“Are you ok hun?” She sounded genially concerned.

It took awhile for me to form a sentence. Of course I was not ok, I was in a hospital. I had not choice to lie like I do to everyone.

“Yeah, just a little dazed is all.” I gave her a weak smile.

The other nurses that had been punched by the door quickly left to return to their work. Looking back at the nurse she was patiently waiting for me to focus.

“Can I ask you some questions? I promise it won’t take long.”

I gave her a quick nod signaling that it was ok. She immediately started asking her questions.

“How did you injure your shoulder?”

I lied and said I had fallen down the stairs and didn’t think much of it hurting. What was I supposed to say yeah my foster father beat me and yelled at me. I am not stupid, I don’t have a death wish. She continued with basic questions like has this happened before, and telling me what I have to do for the next month. By the end I was barely listening and more. I just wanted to go home and hope not to get beat.

“Ok hun, thanks for answering my questions. Now here comes the hard part. We need to pop your shoulder back into place. Ok?”

I didn’t put up a fight. She called the doctor in to pop the sucker back in place. He started to tell me what to expect, and blah blah blah. Did he have to do a whole speech? Once he was finally done he got in place to pop it in. The nurse was holding down my good shoulder to make sure I would not move.  The doctor started to count down from three.

“Ok ready? 1 … 2 … 3!”

The pain was a bitch but I barely flinched. It was not the worst I have felt so I was not that surprised. The nurse and doctor shared a look before facing back to me. Their faces shone with confusion. My best guess was they were expecting me to scream. I didn’t care though, I could finally go home. I asked if I could go and they reluctantly allowed me. The only good thing about having a early birth day was I was already 18 and I could sign my own papers. Once dressed I rushed as fast as I could home. It was already 4:45 which meant I was late. They were going to kill me. Catching sight of the house I broke out into a sprint. Making it to the front step I rushed through the door. The house was dead silent, a pin drop could be heard. That was odd, they are usually expecting me to have dinner nice and ready for them. Panicking that they might be home any minute I scrambled to make dinner. In 30 minutes time I had their dinner set on the counter awaiting their arrival. The time ticked by slowly with no sign of my foster parents. I decided to pack their dinner away for them when they return. After cleaning up the kitchen I retired to the couch and put the news on.

There has been 4 disappearances in Swallow Mouth Ridge in the past 3 weeks. Locals are scared, parents are keeping kids indoors. The local police are stumped with no new leads. Our sources on the inside tell us 3 of the 4 bodies have been found in gruesome condition. All having been completely drained of their blood. Chaos is starting to arise, now to Jenna with traffic report.

I quickly turned off the TV. What did they mean there have been four disappearances, and how did I not know about this? I decided it would be best to forget about it. It does me no good to be paranoid. I did my normal night time routine before making my way to bed. As soon as I hit the bed I was out. The day had drained the little energy I had. It felt as if night went by in a blink. Before I knew it I was waking up and getting ready for another day of school. I dressed in my normal I don’t give a shit about fashion look. Which was made up of a black T, flannel, and some jeans. I was out the door glad my foster parents had not beat the crap out of me today. The ride to school went on as normal, with me being quiet and everyone else screaming. Lucky for me I did not have P.E. today which meant no changing, yay! Making the dreadful walk to my first class. I call it dreadful do to the fact I am now known for passing out in P.E.  I am met with several police officers around the hall talking to students. There was also to tall men in suits talking privately. The shorter one of the two had ashy blonde hair and apple green eyes. The taller of the two had shoulder length brown hair and soft hazel eyes. They glanced up and made direct eye contact with me. I could feel blush creep up my neck and diverted my eyes quickly. I quickly stormed past them rushing to class. The day seem to drag on, the end not coming fast enough. As soon a the last bell rung I was off. Needing to head to work at the shop. Thankfully I called after I got back from hospital explaining my absence. They gave me one last chance before they would fire me for absence. I was almost out of the school when I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I turned to find the two men in suits from earlier behind me.

“Ma’m i’m Agent Page and this is my partner Agent Plant. We need to ask you some questions.”

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A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I had a bit of writers block. I hope you enjoy this part. I decided to switch the prospective to Dean’s for this part, because why not. If you want to be tagged in this series let me know.

Word Count: 1,970

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       The case me and Sammy were working was starting to become a pain in the ass. After we arrived last night we quickly got to work looking at the case. So far from what we could tell, all signs pointed to a ghoul. From what we could tell,  all the bodies had been missing for a few days before being found. The thing that pointed us towards ghoul was after a day they would miraculously call and say they were on a quick trip out of town.  Then Bam! They show up dead, missing a body part.  
   We had just spent the whole day asking everyone questions about the recent deaths. We only had one person left. Her file described her as having long brown hair with bright green eyes and was about five foot four.  The bell rung, flooding the hall with anxious teens. Everyone was rushing to leave this hell hole, and I can’t blame them. It smells like teen desperation. I caught sight of her and signaled Sam that I’d found her. Seconds before she was able to leave the school we caught up. I politely tapped her on the shoulder trying to gain her attention. She noticeable tense at my touch swiftly turning to greet us. For a flash, her eyes shown with annoyance before relaxing a small amount.  I quickly started in hope to get out of here as soon as possible.
   "Ma'am I’m Agent Page and this is my partner Agent Plant,“ I said motioning to Sam. "We need to ask you some questions.”
   "I am not trying to be rude sir, but I have work down at the mechanic shop. If I miss one more day I will lose my job.“ she quickly stated.
   I was not in the mood to come back and question this chick. I glanced over at Sam to see his reaction. He looks along the same lines as me. Ready to leave.
   "Ma'am I am sorry, but this cannot wait.”
   Reluctantly she made her way to a private room the school had loaned us for use. On our short trip to the small room, I noticed how odd her stance was. She was slouched, but her shoulders were tense. From what I could only assume as an injury. I pointed to my shoulder getting Sam’s attention and then pointed to her. He quickly caught on and saw it for himself.  The room was small with white cement bricks and short grey carpet. I motioned for her to take a seat, allowing her to sit before we followed suit.  Diving right in I started with questioning her.
   "Sorry to take up your time, Eve is it?“
   She sat waiting for us to start the questions. We started asking normal questions as to not lead her to be suspicious. Slowly we worked our way through the odder questions we had.
   "Have you see anyone you could have sworn was reported to be missing?”
    “Now that I think of it the other day before I went to the hospital, In P.E. before I passed out I caught a glimpse of my teacher’s kid. I did not even remember it until you pointed it out.”
   "One last question before you go. Why were you at the hospital?“ Sam asked.
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   "Um, nothing I just fell that’s all.”
Her gaze shifted to the side. That caught my attention, why would she lie about why she went to the hospital? Maybe this was something we needed to check out. With that last answer, the questioning was concluded. On her way out, before she made it too far out the door I caught her wrist. She immediately tensed at the touch. I gave a quick apology and handed her my card, telling her to call if she needed anything. I took note of her reaction to tell Sam. I watched as she half walked, and half ran out the school building. Turning to Sam I was met with the same look that I was feeling. His face was written with a look of questioning.
   "Looks like we need to go to the hospital, Sammy.“
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   "How did she not show any signs of pain?”
   "I don’t know Dean, but get this. It says that when they took an x-ray of her shoulder while she was passed out. There was evidence of tons of broken bones that never healed properly.“
   "Sam, are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
   "Dean I think Eve is being abused.“
   "Son of a bitch!”
   This poor girl was getting beaten and there was nothing we could do about it or was there.
   "Sam I have an idea. Call Bobby and ask him if he can dig up any information on Eve’s parents. Maybe they would take her back if they knew what was happening to her.“
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   "I’m going to get some grub. Do you want anything?”
   As normal he asked for some dawn type of salad and some fruit. I mean it is good for you but at what cost. I placed my order and was waiting when I saw Eve come out the back sporting a bruise on her jaw. Soon after I was given my order. I was furious, how could her foster parents do that to her. It was sick. I slammed the door to the motel room, dropping the food on the table. Sam jump up at the loud sound. His face was filled with concern and curiosity.
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   "I swear to god if Bobby does not find anything soon I am going to report those disgrace of foster parents!“
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   I turned to look at the clock to find bright red letters flashing 2:30 am. Before Sam could call Bobby I threw the closest thing I could find which happened to be a pillow. I was met with his classic bitch face.
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   "Hey, mister I never sleep, got any more of that coffee.”
   "Ha ha, very funny Dean. There is some left in the pot, I just made some. I have an idea of what might narrow down our search for the ghouls.“
   "Ghouls as in more than one? I’m listening.”
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   "You’re right Sam. That would explain all of the recent kills, but how do we find out which family is our right family?”
   "I already know which house but you’re not going to like it, Dean.“
   "Just spit it out Sam, it can’t be that bad.”
   "Dean it is Eve’s parents.“
   "You have got to be kidding me. What even lead you to that conclusion?”
   "Just hear me out. They are the only house that lives close enough to reasonably dig to the graveyard and we know her foster parents are violent.“
   As much as I wanted it to be wrong he was right. Her foster parents do match the profile down to a T, even the location matches. I can’t just brush it off as an odd match in information. We need to take them out soon before anyone else dies. I could only hope Eve is not one of them. I could not explain it but somehow I knew she was not one of them. Sighing I turned to Sam.
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The Lost Winchester

A/N: I am trying to make this a series. Let me know if you want me to continue this. Hope you like it, enjoy.

Summery: After her mother dies at a young age she is left to the foster system. Her foster parents end up being abusive and she is left to suffer. What will happen when it turns out she is a Winchester?

Word Count: 1185

Warnings: Language

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I thought I was all alone after my parents died, and I did not think I would have a family. If there is one thing I told myself more than others I would say It was that I would never had a family. I learned that in the foster system. I got abusive foster parents that did not care for me. They were just in it for the money they collected each month. I would have to lie and hide the marks that littered my body. It was all I knew how to do, I had no one that I felt cared. I took to the things I found interesting. I always loved cars and how when they broke down they could be fixed. Slowly I worked on improving my skills with cars learning to become a mechanic. By the time I was of legal age to work I was a mechanic after school. I would come home late and wake early. I would arrive at school sore and tired making it hard to focus. One year. One year is all I had till I could run and never return. Till I could stop being beaten for my foster parents joy.

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                                       First Day Of Senior School Year

 I woke up to the shouting of my foster parents. I had grow use to the violence in the house, and knew they would be up soon to most likely beat me. Quickly getting ready, I waited for them to come get me before school. I heard the loud slam of the front door and the growl of the car engine slowly disappear. The steps creaked on the stairs signaling the entering of my foster dad. Entering my room his eyes shone with anger. I knew nothing good would come out of this. Slowly I moved to the floor resting my knees on the hardwood waiting for the beating. I was soon met with the stinging of slap on my cheek. “You weak piece of shit! You’re nothing but a bank to us!” He screamed.The beating continued. He switched between throwing me at the wall and punching my abdomen. My body was caked in new bruises and open wounds. After taking his anger out on me he was quick to leave. Scrabbling to get cleaned up for school, I ate a small snack before running out the door to my bus. I made it just in time to see the bus pull up. My shoulder was still dislocated from my earlier beating and It was starting to throb. Loading on to the bus I would accidentally brush up against the seat causing me to wince. Finally finding an empty seat I placed my bag next to me. Checking to make sure no one was was looking, I took a peek at my shoulder. It was completely swollen and turning a deathly purple. I covered it up before someone would see. I was lucky the seats had high backs providing slight privacy. The bus pulled along all the other buses filled with teens. Everyone excited to show off how they have changed over the summer. I could practically feel the hormones in the air. Getting off the bus was not as easy as getting on. People pushing to get off. More than once my bad shoulder was pushed leaving me to have to keep from making a noise to lead people on to my injury. Once off the bus I quickly made my way inside to find my locker. If I was lucky I could get to my first class fast enough to pick a seat in the back. Looking down at my schedule I saw my first class was World History. Picking up my pace I rushed to the room making it their before the popular group of kids. Relaxing a bit I sat at a seat in the back closest to the window. I thought over what happened this morning, my shoulder was starting to hurt worse and worse. I was cautious as to not a hint of my injury, but is was growing harder as it continued to hurt worse. Hearing the loud sound of chattered I turned to face the door. I watched as the popular girls of the school strolled in acting like they owned the place. I returned to looking out the window to past the time. The clicking of heels signaled the presence of someone beside me. Turning my head I was met with the queen bitch of the girls. I gave her a fake smile. “Can I help you?” I asked with peppy tone.“You can help by getting out of my seat.” she spoke with sass. I was getting fed up already with her and she had barely done anything. “Oh this is your seat?” I mocked. “I could have sworn I got here first, so if you want it you are going to have to take it from me.” I gave her a grin knowing I won. She stomped off furious I had won. I knew that meant I had to watch my back knowing she would not let it go. The bell rang starting the class. Our teacher walked in and silenced the class. She quickly got into teaching us about how North Korea and South Korea and how the relate and differ. I could not help but notice how pale and shaken she was. She was constantly fidgeting and looking at her phone. I may not be an expert a psychology but even I could tell something was wrong. I brushed it off as she was probably waiting for a text from someone, and tried to focus on what we were doing. The bell rung sparking the chaos of everyone rushing to leave. Not even stopping by my locker I made my way to my next block. Passing the office I saw my teacher crying she was being talked to by the police. I had to rush to my next class which happen to be P.E. UGH! How the hell was I supposed to do P.E. with my shoulder? I was able to ignore the pain earlier because I had something to take my mind off it. Rushing into the locker room I grabbed my close and went to an empty shower to change to hide my injures. The pain was excruciating, I honestly thought I might pass out from the pain. I had to rest for a second and wait for my dizziness to go away before heading to the gym. The teachers had us run for a bit which was not that bad. Every time my food would land on the floor a jolt of pain would run to my shoulder, but it was bearable. Switching gears we got into the more intense exercises. like push ups and weights. After getting water it was time to start the weights. Lifting the weighted ball unbearable pain shot through my shoulder. The pain was blinding, I could feel myself drifting off and hitting the floor.

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There bickering was starting to give me a headache. How hard is it to just relax one day! Jesus Christ! They are both way too stubborn for their own good. I could not take it anymore. Bolting up, and turning to face the front. I was fuming. 

“Can you just shut the fuck up!”

They both froze looking at each other before facing me. Their face contorted into one of confusion.

“You have been bickering like a married couple for the past hour. It is giving me a headache. I do not care what the fuck you guys do when we get back, but I am going to relax. Maybe take a nice long bath, so stop acting like children!”

Pure astonishment passed through their faces. Dean looked back to the road grumbling something under his breath about me being bitchy. Sam looked like a kid who had just been scolded and was pouting while looking out the window.

“Now if you don’t mind can we stop and get some food? I am famished.”

Dean said something equivalent to a yes and I went back to laying down on the seat. Stairway To Heaven was blasting in the car as I watched the tree fly past. I always loved car rides. The clear mind it always brought me was welcomed. It was my one way to relax. The mix of the music and the scenery lulled me to sleep as we sped down the high way. The blackness welcoming me into what we call sleep.

I was woken by the shaking of my shoulder. I was never an easy person to wake. Often I would try to hit or I would yell at the person waking me. I was very amusing to the boys, but all it did was annoy me.

“Wake up sleeping beauty!” Dean called to me.

“Go away dick!”

I was met with a deep chuckle from Dean in the front seat.

“There is food.” Sam bribed.

I groaned as I sat up. My hair was knotted from my tossing and turning in my sleep. I gave up with my hair, throwing it into a quick messy bun. Searching the front seat I did not see any food.

“You lied there is no food.”

I narrowed my eyes at Sam. He responded by pointing at the place in front of us. It read Sandwitchy Hut. I realized my mistake but did not verbally admit to it.

Exiting out of the car we all made our way inside. The smell almost made my mouth water. I was so hungry I could eat a whole cow. Dean noticed my excitement and started to giggle. I sent him a glare which suppressed his giggle a bit. Walking up to the counter I order a thing called the cauldron. It pretty much contained every ingredient they had. Dean ordered the same and Sam order a basic ass ham and cheese sandwich. As we sat there watching, I saw how the guy was making the sandwiches. I almost busted out laughing. He was making it upside down and had to read a piece of paper to finish our sandwiches. After watching him struggle he finished and handed us our sandwiches. Once we made it to the car we all got into our respected seats and passed out the food. I could not contain it anymore I started busting out laughing. They looked at me like I was crazy. I was laughing so hard I could barely say a sentence.

“I….Don’t think…That person…knows how sandwiches….work!”

I fell onto the seat laughing. They looked at me with such confusion. Calming down I explained my outburst.

“He made the sandwich upside down”

They still did not understand, but I did not care I thought it was hilarious. Pulling off back into traffic we all ate our sandwiches happily. It was a pretty good sandwich even if it was upside down.

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