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I was 1 year old when the hunt happened. Or you could say when the incident happened. Obviously i dont remember anything, but ive seen some bits. They come to me in dreams.

March 1985:

"I should've never fall in love with a demon!" Amelia yelled to her husbands face.

Crowley didnt say anything. Not only because he was hurt, but because he knew things could get worse if he said anything.

He watched as his wife walked away from him. Giving their baby girl a kiss and going to put her shoes on.

"Where are you going, tell me that atleast?" Crowley nearly begged. He loved her. Ofcourse he had to know where she was headed.

"Going to hunt, need to clear my mind" Amelia said a second before closing the door.

That was the last time my mother, Amelia Cortese was seen alive. She was found dead. A wendigo got her. Was it a failed hunt or a suicide though?

Crowley was left alone with the guilt of the fight and a one year old baby. He didnt want to raise her alone so the thing he thought was the best was to leave her. Leave her to a random cabins door alone.

dont you cry no more // dean winchester Where stories live. Discover now