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Hey! Hey! Hey!

I don't like walking around this old and empty house.
So hold my hand, I'll walk with you my dear

Sniffling, the dried tears pattered your cheeks as did the mascara. Hair matted, boots untied and face blood splattered and scruffy. A jumper and jeans was the only clothes you owned other than your boots. After the police found you, not a word escaped your lips; it was hard to explain that you were mute and they stepped back, this was not part of their plan.
They were looking through the flat, the one you'd been 'banished' in from your abusers, it was in ruins. Condensation fell from the corners of the windows, doors creaked as well as the floorboards and bugs lathered every inch of what was left of the furniture.
"Hello Scarlet, I'm Sam and this is Dean, we're going to help you." He explained as if you were a thick child of the spare age of 4.
"She's mute Sam, not retarded." The short haired man spoke bluntly, as if he'd read your mind.
"Whatever dude, let's just see what's up with this shithole." He wiped the corner with his forefinger and grime plastered it.

The stairs creak as I sleep,
it's keeping me awake
It's the house telling you to close your eyes

Searching through each room, they found nothing...until they approached a birch wood closet that stood promptly in the corner of the hall way.
Sam stepped closer to it, his boot clad feet clacking. Shaking your head rapidly, you tried to word your problems but nothing came out, just some ear piercing shrieks.
"Sam she doesn't want you to go in there, I'd stop if I were you." He warned, grasping your shaky hand in his. This formed a blush on your cheeks, if you had the time to acknowledge it but you were far too busy stopping the ignorant mop head top back away.
He edged closer, his hand pressed against the brass of the handle, a brow raised as it shook side to side.
"Sam!" Dean growled, throwing his western hat at his brother. Ignoring the protests, it was as if he was being pulled by force.
Curling up in a ball on the floor, you rocked back and fourth, shoving your hands over your ears as you prayed to the gods to put you out of your misery.

Some days I can't even dress myself.
It's killing me to see you this way.

'Cause though the truth may vary
this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore.

Bastard, Sam took three more steps and the rattling increased at an gravity defying speed.
Sobbing into your knees, you toppled over, face buried into the ground and back raised like an warned cat.
"SAM FUCK SAKES STO-"
The closet door swung open, and nothing way in it, just abandoned coat hangers.
BANG!
"STOP!" You screeched, lunging for Sam. Dean pried you off of his dilated brother and suddenly an earth shaking growl formed behind the three of you.
"It's behind us right?" Dean gulped, the blood spilling under your feet.
"FUCKING RUN!"

Hey! Hey! Hey!

There's an old voice in my head
that's holding me back
Well tell her that I miss our little talks

The demonic growl came from the 7 foot beast, blood dripping from it's eyeless sockets and teeth like tooth picks, millions in a row along with a black aura.
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO GO CLOSE SAM!" Dean yelled, shoving his brother in the gut.
The doors closed off, windows locked and the room was isolated and pitch black, no light source, no way out...fuck.
"D-Dean I'm scared, r-really scared and I-it's coming for me!" Sam panicked, turning around in circles, finding out what to do.
Shattering, the door broke down, and an idea popped into your head. Twisting your jacket, you through it to the ground.
"W-What?"

Soon it will all be over, buried with our past
We used to play outside when we were young
and full of life and full of love.

Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right
Your mind is playing tricks on you my dear.

"Scarlet step back." Dean sighed, pulling you back but you shrugged him off, letting your tears escaped your pink eyes, but your lips stayed in a straight poker-face.
"It's a nightmare, if I'm right, this is a nightmare and I can destroy it." Your sockets closed; Sam and Dean watched in awe with slacked jaws as the beast melted into the ground.
"Even I can't explain that." Sam chuckled, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.
"You're wrong." You looked down at the now leaned floorboards.
"Hm?"
"My name, it's _____, oh and one more thing." You grabbed Sam's wrist and twisted it, kicking him to the ground and leaving him in a groaning mess.
"____ huh? I think you and me will get along just fine."

'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Hey!
Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same.
Hey!

Though the truth may vary
this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

After a week you'd went to the Winchester's house and moved in full time like a silent part to the family.
The dreams had gotten far worse. One night your messed up brain pictured disoriented abuse to a hell like place, abortions pulled over the canopy and the beach smothered with organs and pulsing bugs, carnivorous mutants from god knows what and a sky of scarlet, crimson and the deepest green.
Sitting bolt upright, your sweat layered your skin and dilated eyes showed fear and angst, alarming the boys either side of you.
"____?" Dean groaned huskily, waking up from his doze. Pulling your knees to your chest, you rested you chin on your knees, eyes staring intensely at the object in the room, you swore it moved.
"____ nothing is moving, I promise." Dean climbed in next to you, gripping your hand tight.
You were sure to sleep tonight.

You're gone, gone, gone away,
I watched you disappear.
All that's left is a ghost of you.
Now we're torn, torn, torn apart,
there's nothing we can do,
Just let me go, we'll meet again soon