everybody i know seems to know me well [but they're never gonna know that i move like hell]
I didn't realize until I was four that we had never belong in a place where there was no day, but Parker - I'm sure - had realized it earlier and never had told me. He was always protecting me like that. It's something he said that big brothers were for, but really it's just because I was born with a pinch more optimism than him. It's a gift, I'm sure, to hope that our real parents would come and get us one day from out of this hell hole. But every day it just got a little bit more darker and we realized that if we actually wanted to get out we'd have to do it ourselves.
I'd like to say that I didn't hate them a little for leaving us there, but the truth is that I do. Parker's easier on them. Maybe he understands it, but I sure don't.
When I was seven, I learned exactly where I was from our Aunt Ruby. She was an evasive bitch for a while, but she has a soft spot for us because we're practically family. God, I hope dad didn't marry a demon. Ruby'd stick around, make sure we weren't about to die in any form and then take off for a while again. Occasionally, when we were older, she'd come around more frequently to Parker. He didn't have to say anything for me to know why.
Honestly, I've had my own distractions and ones that are not nearly as obvious as my older brother's.
All I know that is that we don't belong in hell, not how or why we got here. Not how we've survived for all these years. Just that we don't belong here and we're going to climb right out.
"You have to come with me," I say to Parker. We don't have the time to argue about it because there's an opening for one reason and one reason only. I've pulled my strings and we're going to get pulled in deeper if he doesn't. I'd find my way, but I don't know if he would.
I tug at his hand hard and he stops me. Looking over his shoulder, there's the demon that took us, blood red eyes flashing.
"Parker, I can't do this without you," I say to him, my voice pleading.
But he wants me to go. He wants to be a jackass and save his little sister from the big bad wolf. What a fucking idiot.
I've heard stories about hell on earth, what that's like and how sometimes some of the demons don't even think this is even that bad. Like they're taking a vacation from the humans. This place is worse. I wouldn't have survived if not for Parker, Ruby and - Well, we'll get to him another time.
"I'm going to kick your ass if you make me go without you," I tell him through hard gritted teeth. He smiles and pushes me out just as the door shuts. Great. Just... great!
I look to my side at the half skeletal dead body I'm next to. Even better, I'm in a gave. "I hate you!" I shout to him from inside the coffin as if he can hear me and then I kick at the stone over me and Mr. Bones. I use my knees and arms and elbows and everything I have to lift it up and off of me. I can barely breathe from the smell of decomposing flesh.
Giving a hard breath, I hold my knees and look around. He's not here. He's not here with me and I'm all alone. That wasn't the plan we had.
Climbing out of of the coffin, I shiver at the cold. I need something to cover up more than this. Hell, doesn't indulge in winter jackets, sorry. Wrapping my arms around me, my feet make a soft padding sound against the floor as I walk out of the mausoleum. There's an old lady kneeling by a grave with a bouquet of flowers, she looks up as I step out and close the heavy door behind me.
"Oh, dear," She says, "Are you quite alright?"
I look away. I will be.
"Do you have a phone?" I ask and she gives a warm smile and hands out something from inside her purse.
"Thanks," I say. I punch her and start walking.
I've learned all about these things and a number of others from our connections and just listening. Taking out the piece of paper from my pocket, there are a number of scribbles written down, but most importantly are the varied ways to contact our parents.
I press the numbers into the little phone. Dean Winchester: 866-907-3235. It's kind of neat that it'll connect me back to my deadbeat dad. Even I'm not stupid enough to think that I can do it alone. Not like Parker.
"I hear you hunt demons," I say into the phone. "I've got one you can hunt down." I glance at the sign. "Meet me at Windthrope Cemetery." Then I hang up.
Well, this is going to be interesting.
[open for Dean and Jo]
I'd like to say that I didn't hate them a little for leaving us there, but the truth is that I do. Parker's easier on them. Maybe he understands it, but I sure don't.
When I was seven, I learned exactly where I was from our Aunt Ruby. She was an evasive bitch for a while, but she has a soft spot for us because we're practically family. God, I hope dad didn't marry a demon. Ruby'd stick around, make sure we weren't about to die in any form and then take off for a while again. Occasionally, when we were older, she'd come around more frequently to Parker. He didn't have to say anything for me to know why.
Honestly, I've had my own distractions and ones that are not nearly as obvious as my older brother's.
All I know that is that we don't belong in hell, not how or why we got here. Not how we've survived for all these years. Just that we don't belong here and we're going to climb right out.
"You have to come with me," I say to Parker. We don't have the time to argue about it because there's an opening for one reason and one reason only. I've pulled my strings and we're going to get pulled in deeper if he doesn't. I'd find my way, but I don't know if he would.
I tug at his hand hard and he stops me. Looking over his shoulder, there's the demon that took us, blood red eyes flashing.
"Parker, I can't do this without you," I say to him, my voice pleading.
But he wants me to go. He wants to be a jackass and save his little sister from the big bad wolf. What a fucking idiot.
I've heard stories about hell on earth, what that's like and how sometimes some of the demons don't even think this is even that bad. Like they're taking a vacation from the humans. This place is worse. I wouldn't have survived if not for Parker, Ruby and - Well, we'll get to him another time.
"I'm going to kick your ass if you make me go without you," I tell him through hard gritted teeth. He smiles and pushes me out just as the door shuts. Great. Just... great!
I look to my side at the half skeletal dead body I'm next to. Even better, I'm in a gave. "I hate you!" I shout to him from inside the coffin as if he can hear me and then I kick at the stone over me and Mr. Bones. I use my knees and arms and elbows and everything I have to lift it up and off of me. I can barely breathe from the smell of decomposing flesh.
Giving a hard breath, I hold my knees and look around. He's not here. He's not here with me and I'm all alone. That wasn't the plan we had.
Climbing out of of the coffin, I shiver at the cold. I need something to cover up more than this. Hell, doesn't indulge in winter jackets, sorry. Wrapping my arms around me, my feet make a soft padding sound against the floor as I walk out of the mausoleum. There's an old lady kneeling by a grave with a bouquet of flowers, she looks up as I step out and close the heavy door behind me.
"Oh, dear," She says, "Are you quite alright?"
I look away. I will be.
"Do you have a phone?" I ask and she gives a warm smile and hands out something from inside her purse.
"Thanks," I say. I punch her and start walking.
I've learned all about these things and a number of others from our connections and just listening. Taking out the piece of paper from my pocket, there are a number of scribbles written down, but most importantly are the varied ways to contact our parents.
I press the numbers into the little phone. Dean Winchester: 866-907-3235. It's kind of neat that it'll connect me back to my deadbeat dad. Even I'm not stupid enough to think that I can do it alone. Not like Parker.
"I hear you hunt demons," I say into the phone. "I've got one you can hunt down." I glance at the sign. "Meet me at Windthrope Cemetery." Then I hang up.
Well, this is going to be interesting.
[open for Dean and Jo]