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Hola. Welcome (again if you've already read) to Can't Catch A Break. I will keep this short so you can read! If you can, please comment, so I can know what you think. Please be respectful to each other in the comments if you do decide to comment. I like to promote positivity. Grazie!
                          
Warnings : None
                          
Words : 2,503
                          
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Here I am. Once again. Drinking to numb the pain and dull my memories. I'm hoping to forget this night, but I should know that liquor will not make me forget. It only mixes up my memories with my wishes. I wish to have a normal life. I wish to be happy. I wish to have fun. I wish to be safe. You can't always get what you wish for, now can you? 
                          
I empty the glass full of scotch in front of me and order another glass. I told Jonah that I needed some air, and somehow I ended up at a bar. Luckily for me, not many people are here, so I don't have to deal with the stupid humans. Don't get me wrong, I'm a human as well. Well, kinda. I'm just a smart one. Humanity is stupid. It is amazing at times, but some simple-mindedness can cause great disasters. Do I need to highlight some of humanities stupid mistakes? 
                          
Not only do I not like people, I cannot stand the life I'm living. This was not what I had planned whenever teachers asked me what I wanted to be. Can you believe I wanted to be a doctor so I could help people? I'm helping some people, but not in the way that I wanted. I wanted to be able to help people, have a nice family with a pet, safety, and security. As of right now, I can only do one of those things, and it is the very first thing on that list. I can't even make sure I'm safe, but as long as other people are, I should be happy. Right? Wrong. 
                          
I always wanted to be something more than a hunter. I always said that I was never going to become what my parents were. Even though they thought raising me with a normal life during the week and hunter on weekends would give me the best of luck, it just made my life even more stressful. Always having to watch your back. Always having to be paranoid because of knowing all things that go bump in the night. Always having to deal with death and sacrifice. It was enough to put enough strain on anyone's life. Now, I had to watch out for another person while I can barely watch out for myself. He tries his best to keep me safe, but trouble finds me easier than him. My parents were the most infamous hunters to the monster races. Even more than the band of the Winchesters. My parents were the ones who creatures loathed the most. Now, that was passed down to their only child, me. 
                          
Not only do I have to deal with the night creatures, but also the angels. Apparently, I was an abomination since my mother was a rogue angel. She fell from heaven because she was sick of living with orders and not being able to question them. She lost her grace and her wings and quickly learned how to blend in with the humans. After hiding away from the angels, she was quickly discovered, so she had to become a hunter to make sure they didn't torture or kill her for disobeying. She found another hunter, my father, and they hunted together. Already falling for each other. When they decided to date and get married, they only hunted when weird things happened in their town and had me. My father knew my mother was an angel, and that only made him love her more. I was the product of their love that didn't die. Well, until they did.
                          
I downed the glass full of scotch in front of me and stood beside my booth and made my way towards the bartender to pay my bill. I strutted over to the door, not at all affected by the alcohol, and swung it open, only to come face-to-face with two very tall, handsome men. The tallest one had beautiful bipolar hazel eyes, shoulder-length chestnut hair, and amazing tan skin. The shorter one had vibrant green eyes, short spiked hair, and plump pink lips. 
                          
I locked eyes with both of them and easily placed them as the Winchesters. Sam and Dean. The two boys who has the King of Hell on speed dial. The two boys who has both tangled with the archangels. The two boys who has met with Death more than once. The two boys who were born to Mr. John Winchester. The two boys who Bobby were proud of the most. The two boys who will sacrifice everyone and everything for each other. The two boys who started and ended the apocalypse. The two boys who Death seems to follow around the most. The two boys who has destroyed, yet saved the world more than twice. The two boys who took someone from me.