Okay, this is my first story in about a Year. I started writing it about a month ago and Finally got to typin it. It's gonna be real long so I hope you like it.
Dean Winchester was 16 years old. He had a little brother Sam who just turned 12. Their father, John, made them travel from place to place hunting demons and making the world a little safer.
This week, they were in Chicago, Illinois, fighting a shape shifting demon. They had just killed it no more than an hour earlier. They'd gone back to the motel to get some rest but Dean couldn't sleep so he left and decided to go for a walk. He enjoyed the cool night air against his face and after about half an hour, he decided to go back when he saw someone running toward him. He couldn't see very well and braced himself just incase it was a demon. As the figure got closer, he noticed it was a small girl who looked no more than 4 or 5. He relaxed a little and knelt down as she came closer. He noticed that she had Chocolate Brown hair and that she had tears streaming down out of her blue eyes.
"Please help" she said in a soft, frightened voice "He's got Daddy and Jamie."
"Who?" Dean asked as the girl came to a stop in front of him.
"The ugly guy. Help them." She said, taking his hand and pulling him in the direction she came from. He followed her closely for a few minutes until they reached a small house. Dean walked inside, keeping the girl behind him, guarding her. He walked into what he guessed was the living room. He saw blood all over and saw a man and another small girl lying on the floor, blood all over them. He knelt down and felt around for a pulse, but didn't find one. He let out a sigh and turned to the girl who was now kneeling next to the young girl, probably her sister. He walked over to her and knelt in front of her.
"I'm sorry, I can't help them." The little girl began crying harder. "Do you have anyone other family?" he asked her. She shook her head.
"N-No. They took mommy years ago." she replied softly.
"Who?" He asked her.
"The same ugly guy. H-He killed her in the fire when I was a baby." Dean looked up as a thought came into his mind.
"How young were you?" he asked. She just shook her head
"I don't know. I don't really 'member the fire, but daddy talked about it all the time. So did Jamie." Dean quickly guessed that it must've been the same demon that had killed their mother. He looked back over at the girl who was still crying.
"Do you have anywhere you can go?" he asked her
"N-No. I only know Jamie and daddy." the girl cried more.
"Do you wanna come with me?" he asked her "I'll keep you safe from the ugly guy." she looked up at him and nodded gently. He stood up and picked her up as she rested her head on his shoulder, getting his shirt wet from her tears. He started walking back to the motel which was about ten minutes away when she finally spoke.
"What's your name?"
"Name's Dean." he replied in a voice, "And who are you?"
"Karli. Karli Miller." the girl replied softly.
"Nice to meet you Karli." Dead said. The rest of the walk to the motel went by in silence, except for the police sirens from behind them. Dean guessed that they found out about the girl's family. When they arrived at the motel, Dean walked though the door and noticed Sam laying on a bed and their father sitting at the table. They both looked up as the door opened and noticed Dean carrying a small child, who had fallen asleep on the way.
"Dean," John spoke "Who's that?"
"Karli." Dean replied simply, placing her on the other bed
"You know what I mean Dean." Dean looked over at his father and sighed.
"Dad, I went for a walk and she came up running toward me. He father and sister were killed by the demon." Dean saw John's mouth drop slightly, "Yeah and apparently the demon killed her mother when she was a baby."
"How could you bring her hear Dean, I'm sure she has someone looking for her."
"She said she had no one else. I couldn't leave her to die, especially if the demon came back." Dean looked at his father and then at the innocent little girl lying in the bed.
"Dean, we can't keep her, it's too dangerous." John said, looking sternly at his son.
"What else are we supposed to do, put her in a home. They won't be able to protect her like we can." Dean protested.
"Dean, we can't keep track of a 5 year old girl."
"Why not. If we give her away, she'll die." Dean said, his eyes softening. John sighed to himself. He knew that his oldest had a point. If the demon was after her, then no one else would be able to protect her. He let out another sigh and nodded his head.
"Fine, but we have to be very careful, we don't want people to think we kidnapped her, especially since her family's been killed. They'll think we did it." Dean smiled and nodded at his father. John nodded and walked out of the motel room. Dean looked back over at Karli. For some reason, the girl had a way of growing on you quickly. Dean walked over at Sam and sat next to him on the bed.
"Dean, what are you thinking?" Sam asked.
"Her mom died the same way ours did. She needs someone to protect her, especially since her family is dead." Dean replied simply, "Didn't you listen to the whole speech I just gave dad?"
"But she's just a kid." Sam started.
"Who needs help." Dean replied. John walked back into the room and over to the boys.
"We need to leave now. The police are close and they're probably looking for.." John motioned to the girl.
"Karli." Dean answered for him. John nodded and began grabbing the bags they brought in with them. Dean and Sam both got up and began grabbing stuff and loading it into the car. When they were sure they had everything, Dean picked up Karli and took her to the car. Sam sat in the front so Karli and Dean could be in the back. The little girl didn't wake up the whole time. 'Heavy sleeper.' Dean thought to himself, 'that's not good.' John drove the whole night, making sure they were out of Chicago by morning. When Karli woke up, she looked around and noticed she was in a car she didn't recognize. She didn't know where she was for a second and began to cry. Dean woke up and looked over at her
"Karli, it's okay, it's Dean, remember." he asked her. She looked over at him and remembered what happened the night before.
"Wh-Where are we?" she asked him quietly.
"We…We had to leave so that the ugly guy couldn't find us." Dean replied softly, not wanting to tell her everything just yet. He didn't want to scare her. They drove for another few hours until they reached their house in Carmel, Indiana. It wasn't as big as their old house, but there were four bedrooms. The last was an extra room where their dad's friend Bobby would spend the night.
When they got into the house, John had explained everything to Karli, about the demons and what they do. She freaked out as Dean expected and locked herself in his room for about a week. The only person she allowed in the room was Dean, he was the only one she trusted. When she calmed down, she came out of the room and talked to John and Sam about everything, asking what was going to happen next. Over the next 8 years, John, Sam and Dean trained her and taught her how to fight. When she was 13, Sam left her and Dean behind to go to College. When she was 16, their father left so Dean and Karli went to search for Sam. After they found him, his girlfriend died so now the three of them left, tracking demons, mainly the one who had killed Karli's family, Dean and Sam's mother, and Sam's girlfriend.