I began to start drawing while listening to classic rock. I drew the man with the jaw length hair, again. I didn't know who he was but I drew him anyways. I drew the other boy, again, when I finished. This one had a look of respect, fear, and despair in his eyes, he also looked like he was protective, strong, and dangerous. They way I drew these men felt so realistic. Like they needed help, but were the ones that helped. They looked a little frightened. I wanted to change it but something was telling me that's that how 'they' are.  'They', made it sound like they were real. Like my father told me, "Listen to your gut." I started remembering the last words he said to me, "Stella, you listen to me, ok? Good, Daddy is in trouble, there are two boys daddy that are willing to help you. You don't know them but trust me, you will one day. They will come looking for me one day. Stay safe Stella darling, Daddy will come home one day." Tears filled my eyes thinking about him, "Daddy, where are you going?"

    "Somewhere safe. Mommy will come back now, ok? don't trust anyone with pure black eyes."

      I figured out when I was 14 that he sold his soul for my mother. He didn't need to do it anyway because she died a year later from a stroke. I was put in an orphanage till I escaped one day. I stole a lot of money and a car so I was able to live with a job as a waitress. I got enough money and went into more jobs. Too many to count. I became an artist and now am about middle class. I live in a pretty ok apartment. I do a lot of research about demons, ghosts, vampires, etc. But I don't know why my dad sold his soul still, he hated mom with a passion, but all the sudden he loves her. Dad was my idol growing up. I want to kill the son of a bitch that took him. I know it was his fault that he died but he didn't deserve to go, especially like that. I head over to the bar. I walk up to the counter. Order a shot with Jack, but with the bottle. I end up doing four shots and then paying and heading over to the pool table. I see a tall moose like figure. His back facing me, he kind of looked like the man in my sketches. Then in front of him was the other man. I couldn't believe my luck. All of a sudden a name flows out of my mouth, "Sam Winchester?"

   "Yes?"

This is my first Dean Winchester story, I share an account with my sister who accidentally published her story on this account. Please go follow her  account. I think I have a story on there. I know as I write this I have 0 reads. If you liked it please give me suggestions, I suck,at everything. I cant stick to one story and cant finish any story off so please be in the comments, I can handle it also my sisters user is LazarFan her profile pic is a cat!

XOXOX- Samantha