Adopted by The Winchesters

Chapter 2

I ran upstairs while the other girls called their parents to take them home.

I raced round the corner and into my dad's bedroom. He wasn't in there but the light was on in his en suite.

I cautiously walked through the door to find my dad lying on the bathroom floor with blood poring out of his eyes, or where his eyes should have been at least.

"OMG, OMG, OMG!!" I started to panic. What do I do?

I sprinted into the bedroom and grabbed the phone to dial 911.

"Hello, Toledo, Ohio Police. How can I help you?"

"It's my dad.....eyes gone.....dead." I started to hyperventilate.

"Okay, where are you?"

"46 woodland rise."

"Alright, honey, try not to panic, take deep breaths and sit tight. I'm sending someone to come and help you."

"Thank...you."




SAM'S POV

"Jess?" No reply. That's weird. "Jess!" Oh well she's probably having a girly night out.

I walked into our bedroom and lay down on the bed and closed my eyes. It was nice to finally relax and be home.

I felt something dripping in my forehead and opened my eyes to see my girlfriend, Jess pinned to the ceiling.

"No! JESS!"

Jess burst into flame and encased our apartment in flames.


* * *


"Sam, wake up."


I woke up, confused. Sitting up and looking around, I realised I was sitting shotgun in the Impala, which is parked in front of a large hospital.

"I take it I was having a nightmare."

"Yeah, another one." Said my brother, Dean.

"Hey, at least I got some sleep."

"You know, sooner or later we're gonna have to talk about this."

Urgh not now! I decided to reply with,

"Are we here?"

"Yup. Welcome to Toledo, Ohio."

Dean handed me a newspaper with Steven Charlton's obituary circled.

"CHARLTON, Steven
Young Blaze Charlton of 12 is sad to announce the sudden death of her father Steven Charlton. Steven was 46. A short service will be held on Wednesday, 31 at 2:00 p.m. at the Toledo Cemetery. Rest In Peace." I read aloud.

"So what do you think really happened to this guy?" I inquired.

"That's what we're gonna find out."



We got out of the car and headed up into the hospital.

We walked into room 144, marked Morgue.

There were two desks in front of us. The empty one had a nameplate that said Dr. D. Feiklowicz. The other one has the MORGUE TECHNICIAN.

"Hey." Said who I'm guessing was the morgue technician.

"Hey." Dean replied.

"Can I help you?" Asked the morgue tech.

"Yeah. We're the, uh...med students."

"Sorry?"

"Oh, Doctor-" Dean seemed to struggle with the name. "-Figlavitch didn't tell you? We talked to him on the phone. He, uh, we're from Ohio State."

"He's supposed to show us the Charlton corpse. It's for our paper." I butted in.

"Well, I'm sorry, he's at lunch."

"Oh well he said, uh-" Dean tried to find an answer "-oh, well, you know, it doesn't matter. You don't mind just showing us the body, do you?"

"Sorry, I can't. Doc will be back in an hour. You can wait for him if you want."

"An hour? Ooh. We gotta be heading back by then."

I looked at Dean and said,

"Yeah."

"Uh, look, man, this paper's like half our grade, so if you don't mind helping us out-"

"Uh, look, man...no."

Dean laughed a little then turned around and mumbled,

"I'm gonna hit him in his face I swear."

I lightly hit him on the arm and stepped in front him. I opened my wallet and pulled out a couple of twenties. I lay at least five of them down on the desk.

The morgue tech picked up the money.

"Follow me."