Chapter 1
Y/n sits on the bed in the motel room, reading a newspaper and searching for their next job. Sam and Dean are both at the small table, also searching on newspapers and online. “Hey, I think I got something,” says Dean.
“What is it?” Sam says. Y/n looks up as Dean speaks.
“A boy in Greenville Arizona. Jack Brooke, 12, went missing on April 5th, and an eyewitness says a ‘giant black figure with white eyes approached and took him into the dark Woods’”
“Okay, we go there tomorrow then,” Sam states. Y/n stares. Her family is long dead by now, without her to protect them anymore. She’s been hunting for years, and when she heard the brother’s story, she knew she had to follow. Whatever killed their mother and Sam’s ex, that’s what killed her baby brother. And she would find it.
Y/n sits on the bed, thinking, staring into space. If only I could have saved him, she thought. I should have been there. He was only 5. She thought about it a lot. The things her sisters and mother described seeing. The fire. The blood. All of it. And she felt like it was her fault.
“Y/n!” She looked up when she realized Dean had been saying her name. “Geez I said your name like 5 times. You alright?”
“Yeah, I’m okay. Sorry, just thinking.” She replied.
“Yeah, well you’re always thinking. Stop it.” He said back. Poor girl, Dean thought to himself.
“I’m going to shower since we’re leaving in the morning,” y/n said, as she out the newspaper down and stood. She walked to the bathroom and shut the door behind her.
She looked into the mirror and braced her hands on the counter top. What is wrong with you? You’re fine. You’re fine. You’re fine. It wasn’t your fault. Stop thinking about it. She repeated to herself over and over again in the mirror. A tear rolled down her cheek and she quicker wiped it and looked away. Don’t cry. You don’t deserve to cry. Not when he was screaming for help and nobody saved him. You should have been there. She whispered the last line.
She peeled off her dirty clothes and ran warm water in the shower. She stepped in, closed the curtain, and let all her worries melt away with the dirt down the drain.
