I woke up, and Dean was gone, I looked across from me, and Sam was still in bed.
"Surprise Dean left." I whispered to myself, and rolled my eyes.
"What's that?" I heard a deep voice ask from behind me as it walked closer. I turned my head slightly, and I could see that it was Dean.
"Couldn't even stay and cuddle for a night, left already." I said.
"Well- I" He said, but I cut him off.
"I am kidding Dean, I really don't care." I said getting up. He looked relieved, but he knew that I was right deep down.
"So what are we doing today?" I asked.
"Well, we are going to try, and figure out who brought you back.." Dean said.
"How would we find that out." I asked.
"Well see, we are not entirely sure. Like we said the only things that could of brought you back that we know of are angles." Dean said, and then I could hear Sam starting to roll over on his bed.
"And you don't think an angle brought me back?" I asked raising my eyebrow.
"None that we know of, Cas has no Idea who brought you back." Sam said.
"Until we can figure out who brought you back, and why they brought you back you are going to be stuck with us. We have another case down somewhere in the south." Sam said getting out of bed.
When he finally did leave his bed I couldn't help, but stare he had a nice body, and he was tan. I shook it off, and I could tell that Dean was watching me do it.
"So when can I see Harry then?" I asked trying to change the topic.
"We aren't exactly sure, it could take weeks, or months. But I can promise you that we are going to do all that we can to try, and help you." Sam said walking back out pulling a shirt over his chest. I could feel something in Sam, but it wasn't something that was good. It made my core tighten, and my spine crawl, I knew that something was wrong with him.
"So when do we leave?" I asked grabbing a glass that sat on a tray on the counter, and starting to fill it with water.
"We will pack up, and head out in around ten minutes, the trip will take about two hours." Dean said starting to pack his bag. I went to start packing, but I realized that I literally had nothing. I didn't even know where any of my old clothes were.
"Uhm, I am going to need some things.." I said looking over at the two guys.
"We will stop at a mall on our way to the case." Sam said starting to haul his things to the car.
"Man, you guys don't waste any time do you." I said starting to follow behind Sam.
"Sam, I want to see my step father... I need to before I leave." I said walking up behind him, and grabbing his shoulder.
"He thinks you are dead Paisley, I don't think him seeing you would be such a good idea." Sam said. There were no words left to come out of my mouth, I just looked into his eyes.
"Fine, we will stop there on our way out." He said rolling his eyes, and throwing his bag into the back of the car.
Minutes later we pulled up in front of a tiny blue house, it brought back memories. Most of my favorite memories were made here, but some of the most painful still remain here.
I could hear screaming coming from inside the house, and I didn't hesitate, I bolted towards the front door.
"Paisley!" I heard Dean yell after me, but there was no stopping me right now. The front door was just cracked open, and I shoved it until I could hear it smack against the wall.
"Dad?!" I cried out looking left to right, trying to find the source of the screaming. I could hear Dean, and Sam running up behind me, but I just started to sprint up the stairs.
I turned, and busted into the first room that I could. My step dad was tied up into a chair, blood covering his face, and surrounding the chair that he sat in.
I ran up to him, but I didn't make it a step further, and something grabbed me. "Dad1" I screamed. He was still alive, his eyes wide opened at the sight of me.
"Paisley?" He asked, his voice nothing more then a moan for help. And then a tall man, very thin, and tan walked in between me, and my dad.
"Who are you?" I asked trying to get free from the grips that held me, but every time I moved it tightened.
"I told you she would show." The man holding me said to the other, and they both smirked.
"Take me, let him go!" I said, and then all of a sudden I was falling to the ground. I stopped my face from hitting the ground, and looked up. The man that had been holding me was now face down on the floor, his body starting to surround in a pool of warm blood.
I looked ahead of me, and the tall thin man was holding a knife to my dads throat.
"Give me the girl, and he will live" The man said. His voice sounded so familiar.
Then his eyes changed from a brown to a burning orange within seconds. "You.." I said starting to rise to my feet.
"Paisley, don't listen to him, they lie." Sam said gripping my shoulder.
"Did you miss me sweetheart?" The man asked.
"Coon." I said, and then the dark circles under his eyes started to appear more, and more.
"You know him?" Dean asked.
"She knows me quiet well Dean." Coon said smirking, and holding the knife tighter up against, my dads throat. "Answer the question Love, its rude to ignore people." He continued smiling at me.
I couldn't bring myself to look into his eyes, they caused me so much pain. "Look me in the eyes, and tell me!" He shouted.
"I'll come with you, just don't hurt him." I said starting to walk towards him, but Dean picked me up, and pulled me away.
"The hell you are" Dean said as he pulled me out of the room, and then I heard a gun shot, and then nothing. I tried everything I could, I screamed, and cried, I kicked, and scratched Dean, begging him to let me go, but he threw me in the back of the car, and Sam followed us.
Sam got into the passenger seat huffing, and puffing. "Sam" I asked, he knew what I wanted to know.
He just looked down, and shook his head. I let out a scream, and then slapped Dean from behind.
"I hate you!" I screamed, the tears flowing down my cheeks.
"Hate me all you want princess, more of him are coming, and we need to leave now." Dean said, and then the car tires were spinning out.
I fell back in the seat, and turned away from both of them, and started to cry. I cried, and cried for who knows how long really.