Without much effort, she became something that was almost necessary to protect.

Sucks that she left.
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SIERRA WINCHESTER

"I told you, I didn't fucking do anything!" Brian yelled at me once more, making my blood boil.

"Then why the fuck is there fucking text messages between you and some random chick, and there's fucking panties and bras that aren't mine?" I yelled back, picking up his phone to reveal the messages between him and some random bitch.

"She's nobody! I was drunk," Brian has boomed back, and I threw his phone down on the bed.

"Bullshit! That's the third fucking time you've used the same exact excuse because you wanna make me think it was a fucking mistake! Well fuck you Brian, you and your little side hoes can go ahead and fuck some more," I said angrily and threw my hands up in the air.

"Baby," he cooed.

"No," I said sternly, watching him approach me.

"She doesn't mean anything." He looked me over, his eyes meeting mine.

"That's what you're going with? To win me back because you're afraid to lose me? Well news flash — you lost me a long time ago." I turned around and grabbed my bag and began throwing clothes and other important belongings into the bag.

Without another word, there I went. Out the door without saying a goodbye. I wouldn't be coming back, ever, and Brian couldn't be able to forgive himself because he's too hooked on me.

Breaking away from my thoughts, I felt my phone buzz as I climbed into my old Chevy truck. I pulled my phone out of my pocket as I saw the Caller ID

'Best Bitch❤️'

That would be Adeena. A long time friend of mine, since the second grade, who's always been by my side and put up with my bullshit.

"Hello?" I said as I put the phone on speaker and set the phone on my lap.

"You need to come over, pronto." She sounded worried and concerned, but I couldn't manage to pinpoint what it was.

"Okay...?" I was confused. But decided to not question it. "I'll be over as soon as I can, leaving right now." I said as I quickly hung up.

I had pulled out Marlboro cigarettes and pulled one out of the case, and putting it back in my pocket. I then lit it, still paying attention to the quiet roads. Living in a small town was nice, since there wasn't much to worry about.

I took a long drag off my cigarette, dangling the tube between my index and middle fingers, flicking and blowing the smoke out of the window.

I threw the cigarette out of the window as I arrived at Adeena's house and rushed in.

"Adeena!" I yelled through the house, coming into her bedroom. I had stopped in my tracks, seeing Adeena in the corner of the small room, and a body on the ground.

"What the fuck happened?!" I questioned, looking at Adeena, my eyes filled with worry.

She gulped, slowly inching towards me. "H-he came in here. I-I don't know who he is." Adeena stammered, coming to my side.

I approached the limp body, but seeing that the man was still breathing. I crouched down, tilting my head to get a better view of his face.

His face was bloodied, from Adeena and something else. Something else that didn't look familiar at all, and I had stood back up.

"He's still breathing," I stated as I turned towards Adeena. She nodded, still skeptical of the man and maybe me for not freaking out.

I was just already pissed off.

That wasn't the point though. This situation was the only thing that crossed my mind currently, and I wasn't going to let the Brian situation ruin it.

But while thinking about it, I didn't have much of a place to crash anymore. I mean sure, I could move into a decent apartment that would have way too high of rent for the state the apartment would be in, but it also wasn't like I could find someone to crash with. Adeena would willingly take me, and I knew that, but her boyfriend lives with her and I wouldn't want to disrupt that because I basically left my only home.

Hell, I actually wouldn't mind living on the streets.

"What should we do with him?" Adeena finally asked, making me break away from my troubled thoughts.

"Just wait for him to wake up. What'd you knock him out with," I asked and looked over at her.

"A wooden bat."

Predictable.

"He should be fine, he'll just have a headache," I said as I stood over top of him, hovering over his upper body. "Help me move him to the couch. Is Chase even home?" I asked.

Adeena has picked up his feet as I picked up his arms, more like beneath his arms, since it was easier. "He's working a late shift. And I think he's gonna help his buddy work on a car or something," Adeena explained.

We moved him to the couch with some struggles. I had looked at him.

This SOB looks way too familiar to he someone I don't know.

I had grabbed an old rag from the closet and got it wet, cleaning off the blood from his face. I left the cuts alone for the most part — I'm not a fucking doctor.

Adeena was sitting at her table, watching closely.

"Do you know him or something?" She asks, watching me looking at him then to her.

I shook my head. "No, he just reminds me of someone." I reply, coming to sit by Adeena.

"Why don't you go out? Get some air? I'll watch him." I suggested.

"Go out and do what exactly?"

"Whatever you want. Here." I said, handing her a twenty dollar bill from my pocket. "While you're out, get me a pack of cigarettes and a snack or something." I forced a smile and she went on her way, nodding.

It had only been about ten minutes after Adeena left.

The man grumbled and I gulped. I didn't feel like he was bad. I had slowly stood up from the chair and watched, observing him closely.

His eyes flickered open to reveal green ones. He perked up and looked at me, a surprise look on his face.

"Who the hell are y-" I cut myself off, taking a good look at the man.

I fucking know him.

That's Dean Winchester, my older brother.

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Total Words: 1,088

ooooo new story! I'm really excited for this one. But don't worry, everything else will be being updated when I feel like it. I used to trey and upload something every day but it didn't work out because rather soon I felt burnt out.

Kennedy Walsh portrays Sierra!