Ethan Winchester |

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"Mommy! I don't want you to go! I want you to stay!" I told my Mom as she got ready for late business work "I'm sorry, honey. But I have to go, It's very important"
I huffed and crossed my arms "but I want you to stay here! I don't want a babysitter!" I screamed for awhile until a knock came to the door, but kept screaming. I was a little Bitch as a kid, spoiled and an only child.
But as soon as the door opened I shut my mouth, The deep green eyes and strait face knocked everything out of me that day.

"Uh, hello. I'm Dean, the babysitter. Is this Ethan? " I squeaked and ran around the corner I was standing by " Huh. " I heard my Mom say "he's never done that before.Maybe you could finally straighten him up. " Dean laughed "maybe, I've had a reputation for being good with kids. " My Mom laughed again "well, I'll be back by nine. Be good, Ethan. " I stayed behind the wall as My Mother had walked out the door cautiously, making sure I was okay.

When she fully left the driveway Dean turned to me "Alright, Kid. We're gonna have some rules, cause I'm not a normal babysitter. " He took off his jacket and threw it onto a coat rack nearby "Number one: you do as I say, or we're gonna have some problems. " He sat himself on the sofa, groaning out in stress when he sat "Two: no snacks until six thirty, bed time at eight. " His eyes bored into me like a cannon on its target "Three: No bickering, whining, screaming, crying, or hitting. " I slowly shuffled from my spot into his view "And four: I don't deal with Brats. " He kicked his feet up onto the table and turned on the tv "Got it? " I nodded, mumbling a small "Yes, sir. " He sighed "Good, now go play in your room or something. " I scrambled up the stairs to my room and silently stared out the window, hoping my mother would return sooner than later.

Eventually I made my way down the stairs silently, almost a whisper when I heard him talking to someone "I don't know, Sammy. It's almost six thirty, no sight of any vampire or werewolf. Not within sixty miles from the town- Sam shut your mouth I know what I'm doing - yes. Babysitting is the best way to keep close to the family. " He paused for a while, listening to the 'Sam' on the other side "That son of a Bitch. " I gasped "That's a bad word! " He jumped "Son of a bitch! " He said again, before glaring at me "really kid? Shouldn't you be playing in your room? " I huffed "Kiss my ass! I do what I want! " I said, gaining my confidence.
I heard a laugh come from the speaker phone "Dude, you were just told by a six year old to 'kiss my ass' oh my god! " Dean hissed into the phone "Shut up, Sam. " He grunted "And you! " I jumped "Go upstairs, no snack. " I went upstairs and silently sat on my bed, just staring at the ceiling.

Before I knew it, Dean came up "hey, Ethan? You alright. Man? " I didn't respond, which cause him to walk in "It's almost eight, are you ready for bed? " I just climbed  under my blankets and stared up "Ethan? Kid? " I looked at him "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. " I looked at him, before turning over to face the wall. Staring at the picture of out family trip a few summers ago, Before my Dad left us for a younger women.
He sighed before walking out of the room, silently closing the door, walking down the hallway to the stairs.
I silently listened to the AC while staring at the wall, eventually staring out the window. I had started to fall asleep when I heard my door open "That's wonderful, thank you, Dean. I really hope you can come back someday. " My mother said "No problem, anytime. " Dean said back. Making his way out of the house and into his car.

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It wasn't until I was twelve when things were getting strange, Dean had stopped coming to babysit. But I'd see him all over town a few weeks apart, with some long haired guy. And once in a while a black haired guy in a trench coat.

It was a week before my Thirteenth birthday, My mom and her new husband had been keeping things from me for some reason. And a few days later I understood why.