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Seven Years~Sam Winchester

I should never have gone on that hunt.

That's all I can think about seven years after the fact.

I should never have gone on that hunt.

I might still have my soul if I hadn't.

But I didn't listen to my instincts, did I? No, I had to go and screw everything up in an attempt to prove that I'm not as useless as people think I am. Fortunately for myself, I am really good at what I do and I'm also really good at patching myself up. How else can I hunt demons and monsters and still be alive?

The engine got louder as the car accelerated, the rush of the wind through my hair all I needed to motivate me. I've fixed all I can of my cuts, or should I say gashes, and there's still a lot of bruising and soreness.

I swear on my love for Metallica, if Cas tries to heal me I'm gonna kick his ass.

You thought I was gonna say kill. I can't kill the angel, he's innocent as far as hurting me goes. No, it was a demon with a knife versus defenceless me. Needless to say, I'm not too bright.

I'm trying to find a deserted house where I can rest and keep myself from getting infected, and possibly work on some of the more grotesque gashes. There's one on my side, I tried to fix it but it was too painful and way too much blood.

Just thinking of it makes me want to puke. I don't know how the boys did it. Well, I guess I should say I don't know how they do it, seeing as they probably haven't stopped hunting.

I slammed on the breaks, cursing when it hurt my side and sighed when I had to put the car in reverse. I pulled into the narrow driveway, thankful not to see any other vehicle. I parked where my car was hidden and sat in the seat for a while.  When the pain subsided, I peeled myself out of the seat and went to the door.

I don't know why I did it, but I knocked. Probably because that's how you make sure a house is abandoned. To my immense surprise, someone answered the door.

And to my even bigger surprise, it was a familiar face. I didn't know who he was, but he looked familiar. "Can I help-- oh sweet mother of God... come on, let's help you," he said, leading me into a room where a taller man sat. He looked even more familiar than the first!

"Hi...?" I didn't know what to do, so I made the situation even more awkward. That's what I do. They laughed before the shorter one, the one who's only a small bit taller than me, said, "Well, shortie, I'm Dean, this is my brother Sam. We're gonna help you, ok?"

That's when it all clicked. "Sam and Dean? As in, Winchester?" Their eyes widened and Dean stepped away from me. "Hold up, how do you know us? Who, or what sent you?" Sam questioned, going for his gun.

I laughed this time, earning me a couple of weird looks. "Guys, you honestly don't remember me? I grew up with you! Hell I hunted with you for a while, but connections were cut." They both stared at me oddly, shrugging and shaking their heads. "I'm sorry, but I still have no idea who you are," Dean said, crossing the room and sitting down. "Yeah, but we'll gladly help a fellow hunter," Sam said, smiling. My breathing hitched... God I forgot how beautiful his smile was.

He stood and led me to the bathroom, turning on the light. That was surprising considering the house had cobwebs that looked older than me and the boys put together.

"Alright, just hop up on the counter and I'll look at your legs, cause those are some pretty nasty wounds," he said, getting straight to business. Typical Sam. The first thing he did was put alcohol on the cuts, cleaning them and causing me to nearly kick him in the balls a couple times because of the pain. "Sorry," he yelped as he narrowly avoided a kick.