Growing Up With Hunters (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Nightmares

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Violets POV:

Life.

It's a funny, little word.

But somehow, even though it only consists of 4 letters and seems small, it's actually the complete opposite.

There are so many definitions, but i'm not here to give a vocab lesson.

You see, life has it's up's and down's, each worse yet better than the next.

In our situation, life seems to push itself downhill. Every once and a while, that bad has good benefits, depending on the angle that you put it in.
You just have to think and look hard enough.

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Lately, Sam has been dropping to the ground, holding his head and having major headaches; which make earthquakes look like scaredy cats. 

He has this weird "power" where he will be dreaming, or just sitting there, and will see something happen- I never know exactly what though. Normally it's pretty bad, but the worst part doesn't occur quite yet, whatever he sees happens. 

Dean and I both are concerned as he goes through it, but a little more me than Dean. 
He has an obsession of calling Sam names and overall making fun of him for it.

Earlier this morning he had another one. Sam woke up, and practically pushed me off the bed. 

I forgave him, even though I got a huge bruise on the back of my arm. 

He told us that he saw a man walking in front of a bus. That was our que to find out what was going on, and stop what ever would happen. 

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We were sitting in the car, driving to another town, about to check out another job. 

I really am starting to get tired of the same old, same old. I just sat there looking out the window, when I noticed something on my arm.

The bruise that was there before was gone. So were all the cuts on my legs from a demon we had to kill recently. My scars from the crash in the impala were all gone. 

What the hell happened to me? Everything was gone. 

I looked like a new person, I know I wasn't a shape shifter. I would know if I was one.

I pulled out my silver knife, and put a cut straight along my arm. I flinched a bit, and Dean turned around to see what I was doing. 

He slammed on the breaks, and drove to the side of the road and stopped.

"What the hell are you doing?" He half yelled at me, grabbing my arm. He gave it a surprised look.

"I'm making sure I'm not a shape shifter." He looked at my arm, wide eyes starting to form.

"Why would you be a shape shifter?" Sam said from shot gun, turning to look at me.

"What the hell?" Dean said, not keeping his eyes off of my arm, he showed it to Sam.

Both eyes got wide, he turned it towards me. There was almost nothing there, mostly just the blood from before.