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I stepped into the open air. The fresh sweet smell of grass and trees. It is way better being outside than in a sweaty room.

I descended down the three stairs in front of the door. I turned around to look at the building that I was held hostage in. It looked like an old, abandoned bakery with no windows. It was very small as the inside was.

I started to walk away, assuming Amy and her 'Lordship' were still doing 'you know what'😘. In front of the bakery was a forest and a a long van that I think Amy used to kidnap me. BANG! The door flew open then slammed shut. Amy was standing at the top of the concrete stairs with smudged lipstick and a ripped skirt. Wow. I thought. She had a rough afternoon.

At the sight of her messed up face, I darted into the forest while Amy stumbled down the stairs and chased after me. I bumped into a couple of trees which slowed me down. Amy was catching up while I was running out of breath. I looked back to see her dark eyes staring into my soul. When all of a sudden, she smiled. That smile. It had a  dark side to it. One that could be replaced any day. She slowed down and stopped so I stoped too and turned around to face her. Her smile grew bigger and I turned around to see a nice Nike baseball bat aiming for my head. And that's the last thing I saw. Now I know why she stopped chasing me and smiled like that. The hit was pretty powerful so I bet it was her chunky lover.

I awoke to the voices of what seemed like Amy. The ground was cold and there wasn't any bright lights shining on my face. I was afraid to open my eyes so they wouldn't know I was conscious so I kept them shut.

Amy was talking to someone. It was a boys voice. Not as low as her lordships but a sweet, sexy voice.
"No." The man said, "I have to take her.  You have no more business with her." Was he talking about me?
"Alright. Only if you deal with the rest of her family." Amy said. Was she going to kill my brothers? "And tell her the truth about her dad. You will 'raise' her." She finished.
"Alright. They'll be dealt with by the end of this week." He said.
"Thank you Dean. Now get her out of here before she awakes." Amy finished and I felt muscular arms lift my bruised body and carried me through the door into what he called his 'Baby' and placed me carefully into the back seat. But I felt bigger and older for some weird reason.

He jumped into the front seat and started to drive away. I opened  my eyes and spoke to Dean.
"What about my dad?" I asked. I looked at my body and I looked 15 years old.
"OH MY GOD! Why the hell am I old!" I yelled, " I thought I was 13!"
"Calm down. " he said, "my name is Dean Winchester."