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Innocence Lost

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“Innocence, Once Lost, Can Never Be Regained." John Milton

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Dean Winchester sighed wearily has he walked back to the run down motel that his family was calling home. Four days ago he had really screwed up when a Shtriga, a vampire like monster that fed on the life force of children, had broken into their room while he was playing a video game machine in the motel lobby. Damn thing had almost killed Sammy before John had driven the Shtriga off, but the damage had been done. Sammy had been listless for several days, barely having enough energy to eat or get out of bed.

Dean had expected his Dad to yell and scream or him, lecture him about how irresponsible he was or beat the crap out of him but that didn’t happen. Instead John Winchester had completely ignored him. He ignored Dean frantic apologies, ignored his questions and treated Dean like he didn’t exist. Too make things worse; Sammy had started doing the same thing.

Dean had soundlessly cried himself to sleep on his new bed which was a pile of blankets on the filthy motel room floor and left very early this morning to avoid Sam and his Dad. He skipped school and spent the entire day wandering around Fort Douglas and spent his last three dollars at 7-11 on a Big Gulp, two hot dogs and a bag of salt and vinegar potato chips. On principle, he stole two packs of gum and a bag of Skittles while the cashier was busy with other customers. Hopefully Sammy would accept the Skittles as a peace offering. Hopefully Dad would forgive him and start talking to him again.

He went into the motel parking lot and looked around uneasily; the Impala was missing from its parking spot in front of their room. It’s nothing, Dad probably went to get supper or something for Sammy, Dean thought fiercely to himself ignoring his pounding heart and clammy hands. His hands were shaking has he unlocked the motel room door and pushed it open. “Dad? Sammy?”

Dean stared at the motel room in numb horror, unaware of the tears dripping down his face. The room was clean and clearly ready for the next occupants.

A heartbroken wail echoed through the parking lot.