Drowning in Nightmares- A Supernatural Fanfiction

Without a Trace

I went down the stairs two at a time, grinning from ear to ear

They were finally home

I opened the door, Mom behind me. Uncle Dean was there, but not dad.

Why was crying?

"Don't cry." I walked forward and hugged him on the porch. He was Dad's best friend, came every time he was in town. He even had tea parties with me despite how my tiny pink chair set groaned at his arrival.

He hugged me very tightly when I approached.

I assume innocence can blind sense.

Where was Daddy?

He let me down, " Hey darling," his voice was cracking " why don't you go upstairs for a minute?"

I obeyed. Maybe we would be able to have a tea party once Daddy got back.

That never happened.

I heard her. She was crying very loudly. Uncle Dean was talking to her, but I couldn't hear what he was saying.

I peeked down the stairs. Uncle Dean was crying a lot, he had never done that before.

Mom was crying too, she was hiding her face with her hands.

"I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. I'm so sorry."

He saw me from the top of the stairs.

"Where's Daddy?"

His skin went very pale.

Mom looked at me.

"Honey, go in your room. I'll be there in a minute."

I didn't know what was happening. I didn't know it would never be the same again.

Mom didn't come, Dean did. He looked sick.

"Come have a seat!" I love my tea parties with Uncle Dean. They are the best.

He sat down in the pink chair across from me. It was too small, but he sat anyway.

"Jade," He looked at me. He looked sad.

"What's wrong Uncle Dean?" I asked.

I poured him some tea. It was imaginary tea, but we still had tea parties.

"Daddy's...gone."

It looked like it hurt him to say it.

I didn't understand

"He...got hurt really badly."

He swallowed

"And he's in heaven now."

He put his head in his hands. 

I walked over to him and he picked me up. It was too much at once, and I was too young to process it fully.

I walked over to him and he picked me up.

"Was he fighting a monster?"

Uncle Dean nodded his head. "He beat up the bad monster like Superman."

"Did he win?"

Uncle Dean didn't look at me for some reason

"He won, Jade. The good guys always win."

I believed him.

I hugged him, and cried in his shoulder.

He held my head when he hugged me, just like he did whenever I fell down.

He was crying too.

"I'm so sorry Jade."

He left that day, and he never came back.

He never called

He never had another tea party with me

He never showed up to the funeral

He became a taboo topic in my household. He used to be my best friend.

I grew up. Without a dad, or a happy mom, or my "uncle".

It was all going to be alright, but it never was.

Dean left.

Mom drank.

Dad was dead.

He left me alone. Took everything and left without a trace.

Mom told me when I was 11. Dean messed up, he made a mistake, and it lead to my father's death. It was a werewolf, and it ripped him limb from limb. The bad guys didn't lose. The good guys didn't win. "Superman" was a piece of meat.

I wonder if he still thinks about me. He told me he'd always be there for me. But he wasn't there when the Daddy Daughter dance came around or when Mom got drunk and decided to start throwing things at me. He wasn't there when I was pulling the glass from her beer bottle out of my stomach in the bathroom, or every other time I needed him.

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I nod my head yes, slowly.

He grabs me and hugs me, hard. His chest tightens in what I assume to be an attempt to not cry.

"I-I-I'm so sorry Jade. Oh my god, I thought I'd never see you again."

I cannot help but physically wince. My stomach burns.

He immediately pulls away.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt? What hurt you?"

"I accidentally cut myself," lie "I'm fine."

He nods his head, but I can see his disapproving stare.

"Why are you hunting?"

"Kind of got mixed up into it, I'm on my way to Nevada."

He looks at me how a disappointed parent would."You, alone? Where's your mother?"

I don't answer.

"Jade.." There's an edge to his voice.

"Listen, Mom's changed. I can't stay." My voice is tight.

"What do you mean?" concerned parent now.

"She drinks... and I had to get out."

He puts his hand on my shoulder. "..Did she hurt you?"

I nod my head. I can't look at him.

"Where?" His voice is faint.

"..My stomach. She threw a bottle."

"How bad is it?"

"I cleaned it, but it still hurts like hell. It happened a while ago, but I keep re opening the wound accidentally. "

He sighs and rubs his face.

"Well, I am sure as hell not leaving you here alone."

He walks towards the exit and signals for me to follow.