Nothing Left to Say

((Yeah))
I kept looking out the windows.

((Alright.))

Pretty soon, we were back at the motel. I kissed her head.

I climbed out once we got there.

I got out, closed my door and started walking.

I slipped my hand in his and laid my head on his shoulder, I was actually pretty tired.

I lead the way into the room. I sighed in content as we sat down on one of the beds.

I stifled a yawn and stayed close to him.

I kissed her cheek and laid down, gently pulling her down with me.

I curled up close and fell asleep.

((Ah, I totally forgot to get on here all week, I've been so distracted and sick I just so forgot. Where are your characters atm?))

((On a case.))

I closed my eyes and fell asleep l

((Reagan dragon born pwease))

I fell asleep too.

Some time later, I woke up. I had no idea what time it was, but I was guessing the middle of the night. I gently laid Nat to the side and sat up before I looked around and realized the reason why I was up. I heard the door open and close.

I was having a nightmare, the scar was probably blue because of it.

I looked over at Nat. I kissed her head and reached over her to grab the knife. I slowly got out of bed ave looked around quietly before I felt someone grab my arm. I feel asleep after that.

I woke up and immediately looked around, "Tony?"

I woke up, I was in the bunker. I gulped. I know this nightmare anywhere. I looked around, maybe I could hide before he found me.

I glanced at the scar then immediately turned on the light, no no no this wasn't happening. Ok calm down Nat. Calm down. Where would they take him?

"Hey!" I heard a yell behind me. So much for running. Dean was behind me, looking very scary and very angry. I gulped.

I remembered where they had taken me and immediately grabbed the knives and got in the truck.

I backed up quickly, but Dean was quicker. He grabbed the front of my shirt with one hand, since he had an empty glass bottle in the other. "Where'd you run off to?" He growled before shoving me down. "I told you that if you ran off, you'd never see my daughter again!"
I closed my eyes and slowly backed away from him. It was just a nightmare, it was just a nightmare, but it felt so real.

I drove way over the speed limit to an old warehouse.

"Hey, I'm not done with you!" He yelled, rushing at me. I braced for it, but no amount of time could have prepared me for when he busted the bottle over my head. My worse nightmare wasn't Nat dying, before she was a Winchester. She would always be back if she had a reason. No, my biggest nightmare was Dean treating me exactly the way my foster dad treated me. I was on the floor, surely bleeding, but I was conscious, so to speak.

I got to the building and opened the door, "Hey idiots! Guess who's back?!"

As I tried to get up, Dean kicked my side, making me fall back down. "You're not good enough for her, got it? You're never going to deserve her. You don't deserve to become a Winchester," he spat.