I couldn't see my own face, but I knew I was as pale as a ghost.
Well, ghosts aren't actually pale- most of them just look dead.
"B-Bobby?" I asked.
"Who else would it be?" He asked.
I went to hug him, but stopped myself.
"Tell me something Bobby Singer would know about me," I said. You could never be to cautious.
Bobby thought for a moment.
"Your first Christmas you had with me. Stray dog wandered over, and you insisted we let it in and feed it. You named it River."
I smiled happily. It really was Bobby. But something still felt.... off.
"I've missed ya, kid. 'Bout had a stroke in heaven when I heard you were running with the Winchesters. Then I again, I always figured you'd meet up one day," Bobby said, chuckling a little.
I laughed back. "Let me guess- we're all idjits?" I asked.
"Damn right you are."
There was moment or two of silence, the a question popped into my mind.
"Bobby- where are we?"
He shrugged. "I ain't really sure. All I know is that I've got somethin' to talk about with ya."
I raised my eyebrow, curious.
"Me, your father, Kaleb- we all wanna see you again. We want ya to be with us- forever. Think about it- all of us, happy, for the rest of eternity. No more runnin' or huntin'," he said.
I teared up at the thought of being with Bobby and meeting my dad and Kaleb.
"Now I know things between you and your momma weren't great, but she- she wants to see you as well. You can come with us, JP. You can be happy," said Bobby.
"H-how?" I asked, stuttering.
"By just lettin' go of life," Bobby said, pulling a knife out of his pocket.
I suddenly knew what he meant, and then something really seemed off.
"Bobby- you know I can't do that. There's still monsters out there. I gotta help."
Bobby sighed, looking to the ground.
"Balls. I was hoping you wouldn't say that."
Bobby's image shimmered, and before I knew it he was gone, replaced by someone I hate to admit that I missed.
My mother.
"Jupiter. Always so fucking selfish. Never thinking about others," she spat.
I literally flinched back.
"Mom, I-" before I could finish, she charged at me, a knife in hand.
I put up my arms to block, but she still swung the knife, slitting my wrist.
Blood immediately started to ooze out of the wound, trickling down my arm.
"Mom, sto-" she charged at me again, but this time I ducked.
When I came back up, she thrust her hand out, and I flew back, landing on my back with my bleeding wrist above my head.
"What- how did you-?" I asked confused.
Mom walked closer, the knife still in hand.
She scoffed. "You really think I didn't learn a thing or two from teaching your shitty ass how to do it? Fucking dumbass."
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
The Letters Legacy
Fanfic*Used to be call WICCAN TATTOOS* Jupiter (JP, Jup) Raiyne Carpenter, daughter of Pluto and Julia Carpenter. Her older brother, Kaleb, was killed along with her father on the night she turned six months old. Pluto walked into JP's nursery to see one...