They Grow Up So Fast

You slowly crept around the corner, listening to the thumps of your father fighting the witch. Sure you were eight, and your father tried to raise you normally, but when he accidently left behind his hunting journal, well say good bye to normal. You taught yourself all the methods of killing things, and learned how to use a gun in a secret shooting range you found at home.

     You gripped your pocket knife tightly, and had a witch bombready with the lighter. You peeked into the room, and saw your dad, Sam, and your uncle, Dean, tied to chairs with the witch getting ready to cast a spell.

    You snuck into the room behind the witch, hoping Sam and Dean were unconcious. You held your knife tight, and held the witches bomb behind you. Then Sam stirred. Welp your fucked.

    Sams eyes laid on you, and widened. You were rather small for a eight year old. Your hazel eyes large and round and your face speckled with freckles. Your long blonde hair was pulled into a curly ponytail, and you may or may not have a large scar on your cheek from Sam dropping you as a baby.

"Y/N! RUN!"

Dammit Dad! You started to mutter the words and pulled out the lighter, when a large flash of light blinded you, but nothing happened. You finished muttering and threw the witch bomb as the witch went up in flames. You untied your dad and then your uncle, and before they could say anything, you felt dizzy, and passed out.

    You opened your eyes and found youself in your room. Your feet were cold, and your stomach hurt like hell. You slowly got up and trudged to the bathroom, and when you turned on the lights, you nearly screamed. Instead of a young blonde girl, you were now a 5'10 girl with long brown locks, a perfect face structure, pretty small chest, and a pair of flower panamas that bearly burst from being so tight. The girl was around 15.

    This couldnt be you, right? It had to be, you still had that scar, no thanks to Sam, on your cheek. You ran to your uncles room, and seeing he wasnt there, borrowed a flannel and a pair of sweatpants. Now it was time for the akward part, to confront your family.

    There he was, sitting and doing research like always. You slowly walked into the room and when Dean sae you he immediately stood up and held a gun at you, Sam did the same. Wow, you must have looked really different as a teenagure, puberty does wonderous things.

"Who are you?"

"You are kidding me, right?"

You smiled. You put your hands up in the air and started walking again, but stopped when both Sam and Deans guns clicked.

"Woah, geez, alright. I thought you would have noticed your daughter no matter what age she was."

Their eyes widened and their guns slowly lowered.

"Y-y/n?"

"Yep, its me, I dont know what that witch did but even I gotta admit, puberty made me smokin hot."

You were then engulfed in a strong hug by Sam. Well, now you were older, so you could hunt now!

"So, got any hunts?"

"What?"

"Hunts, since im actually old enough, will you let me go on hunts?"

"No! Y/n you look like your 15, you are so young!"

"Dad, I hunted for two years, since I was six, your just lucky that Crowley helped me out."

"Crowley?

"Yeah Crowley, anyways, lets go gank some sons of bitches!"

You smiled and Dean came up and patted Sam on the shoulder.

"They grow up so fast, dont they Sammy?"

"Shut up Dean"

"Bitch"

"Jerk"