Willos pov
I'm in my home, which is basically an old shed I have a gun
I'm covered in cuts bruises by my father and mother, they abused me, they died a while back i hear a noise and i pull my gun.
Someone walks in front of me I point it at him, I hear a gun cock behind my head
"Put the gun down" a deep man's voice said i shook my head shaking
The man in front of me turns around fast, I didn't have time to shoot he pins me to the wall by my wrist I let out a quiet wimper as i try to pull away, I take a look at his features, deep check bones and long hair
He takes my hand and shoves it to the wall forcfully I yelp and drop the gun
"Who are you?" I ask In a frantic voice the shorter man picks up my gun examining it
"Dean Winchester, that's sam" he says pointing to the one pinning me against the wall, I squirm he digs deeper into my wrist I yelp and stop moving
"Who are you" the one infront of me asks I look in his eyes
"Willo" I said pulling against the man
"Stop, how old are you?" He asks forcefully
"I'm 14, please let me go" I muttered Dean walked over to Sam tapping him he let me so I held my wrist and pulled up blood, if course my scars reopened
"How did you get the scars and bruises" Sam asked i looked at him 'please dont make me answer this" look
"How" he pressed on
"My parents" I mumbled dean put his gun away
"Do you want to come home with us?" Dean asked i shook my head backing myself into the wall
"Are you hungry?" He asked i nodded slightly
"Come with us" Sam said
"Promise you won't hurt me?" I asked they both nodded flinching at the word hurt
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We are in the house
The guys paced infront of me
"Do you have clothes" Sam asked i shook my head
"No I'm sorry" i said he shook his head
"Ok what size do you wear" he asked i had to think
"Small" I said he nodded i rolled my thumbs
"Ok this is gonna be very uncomfortable, what size bra and underware do you wear" I rubbed the back of my neck
"Just buy me a small sports bra and a uh... median 4 underware" he nodded and left
