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Violets POV:
Life.
It's a funny, little word.
But somehow, even though it only consists of 4 letters and seems small, it's actually the complete opposite.
There are so many definitions, but i'm not here to give a vocab lesson.
You see, life has it's up's and down's, each worse yet better than the next.
In our situation, life seems to push itself downhill. Every once and a while, that bad has good benefits, depending on the angle that you put it in.
You just have to think and look hard enough.
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Lately, Sam has been dropping to the ground, holding his head and having major headaches; which make earthquakes look like scaredy cats.
He has this weird "power" where he will be dreaming, or just sitting there, and will see something happen- I never know exactly what though. Normally it's pretty bad, but the worst part doesn't occur quite yet, whatever he sees happens.
Dean and I both are concerned as he goes through it, but a little more me than Dean.
He has an obsession of calling Sam names and overall making fun of him for it.
Earlier this morning he had another one. Sam woke up, and practically pushed me off the bed.
I forgave him, even though I got a huge bruise on the back of my arm.
He told us that he saw a man walking in front of a bus. That was our que to find out what was going on, and stop what ever would happen.
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We were sitting in the car, driving to another town, about to check out another job.
I really am starting to get tired of the same old, same old. I just sat there looking out the window, when I noticed something on my arm.
The bruise that was there before was gone. So were all the cuts on my legs from a demon we had to kill recently. My scars from the crash in the impala were all gone.
What the hell happened to me? Everything was gone.
I looked like a new person, I know I wasn't a shape shifter. I would know if I was one.
I pulled out my silver knife, and put a cut straight along my arm. I flinched a bit, and Dean turned around to see what I was doing.
He slammed on the breaks, and drove to the side of the road and stopped.
"What the hell are you doing?" He half yelled at me, grabbing my arm. He gave it a surprised look.
"I'm making sure I'm not a shape shifter." He looked at my arm, wide eyes starting to form.
"Why would you be a shape shifter?" Sam said from shot gun, turning to look at me.
"What the hell?" Dean said, not keeping his eyes off of my arm, he showed it to Sam.
Both eyes got wide, he turned it towards me. There was almost nothing there, mostly just the blood from before.
"Thats why."
"What just happened."
My arm had healed on its own.
What the hell was going on?
My body has never done this before. Well this fast at least.
When we were in the hospital, my ankle hadn't completely healed by the time we left, but it was still pretty close. Even the doctors said that it wasn't normal for something that big to happen that fast.
Dean had started driving again, but kept a close eye on me.
This is the last thing I've ever wanted, to be the freak in the family. Even though Sam was pretty bad, I still hated being the weirdo.
All throughout high school, and middle school I was the freak who stayed in school for 3 weeks or so, then left. The only problem was that I wasn't there some of the time. Because I was the freak who liked knifes and killing monsters, girls hated me, but guys loved me. This made every girl angry with me except a few who were somewhat like me.
I couldn't quite call them friends, but maybe acquaintances.
Nevertheless we had gotten to the roadhouse, Dean was looking at me like I was a monster.
I didn't mean to show him, he just kind of caught me in the act.
"Couldn't resist?" Jo said, Sam pushed right past her, and went straight back to Ash's room. "Okay. No hello?" She said.
"Don't worry about him, he's kind of in a hurry."
"I noticed." She gave him a small smile.
"Yeah." Dean started walking over to the door, and knocked.
I decided to go over after saying goodbye to Jo. "Sam, Dean." He paused and looked over to me, "Vi-, um. You wanna join?" He smiled at me, gesturing me to come in. I laughed a bit rolling my eyes, I could tell Sam was getting a bit tense, as well as Dean.
"You know I don't think thats going to happen, now finish up, and get your ass out here." I smiled at him, and turned about to walk away, when he winked and closed the door.
"One second." He pushed the door closed and about 30 seconds later a girl wearing a hooker's outfit came out obviously angry that her session with Ash had ended so quickly.
"Couldn't afford anything classier than a $5 hooker eh?" I said looking at the girl who had walked away, go straight up to another guy, and lead him into the bathroom.
"Jealous babe?" He winked and looked at Sam and Dean.
I saw Sam clench a fist, he wasn't having any of Ash's flirty little joke.
I walked up and kissed Sam, I knew that he was sooner or later going to punch Ash, and not regret it for one second.
"Not really." I smiled, a shocked, joking frown came across Ash. "What, jealous?" I said sarcastically. He rolled his eyes, and helped Sam and Dean with the problem.
The one Sam saw in the dream.
Maybe I could be like Sam.
Maybe.
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