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Jordan's POV
I walk into my motel room and plop down on the bed. My family and I just finished killing a nest of vampires. I feel terrible, and not just because I'm covered in blood. While hunting, there was a rouge vamp that didn't want to hurt us, but Dad made me kill him anyway.
I feel so guilty, because he was helping us, but Dad only saw him as a monster. Dad sees anything that isn't fully human as a monster.
"Jordan, get the hell off the bed." Dad says, stomping his way into the room. I groan but obey. I push myself up and stand on wobbly legs. Dad's pretty pissed at me, and it isn't just because of the rouge vamp. While killing the nest, I wasn't paying attention, his words not mine, and almost got my little brother killed.
Luckily, Sam is smarter than anyone I know, and was able to handle himself, but Dad's still pretty pissed. Dean and Sam walk in behind him, covered in vamp blood. I cringe, now remembering how dirty I am.
Dad glares at me as he drops his bag on one of the beds. "Dad, if you will just listen-" I start, but he interrupts me.
"No Jordan, I will not listen. You almost got your brothers killed by trusting that vamp. You're lucky I made you kill that thing. And even then, you almost got Sammy killed!" He yells, fists clenched.
I take a step back. When Dad's angry, there's no telling what he might do. Stubbornly, I stand my ground. As a kid, he always said I was just as stubborn as my mother.
"Dad listen, he was trying to help us. I have proof. He wasn't eating anybody!"
"It was still a vampire, a monster, and we kill monsters!"
"He was not a monster!" I yell back at him. I freeze. I've never yelled at my dad before. I knew to keep my temper on lock down. I look over at Sam and Dean, and they look surprised by my outburst. Dad doesn't look surprised. He looks angry.
"You will not yell at me, young lady." He starts, quietly. You know someone's really angry when they get all quiet. One wrong move, and he would burst. But I'm sick and tired of him treating everything like it's a monster and then blaming me when I have a heart.
I clench my fists and stomp my foot. "No Dad! You need to listen to me. He was not a monster. He was trying to help us! Not everything is a monster just because you say it is!"
I hear Sam gasp behind me. I see a vein in Dad's forehead start to pulse. He's close to snapping. "Jordan, maybe we should calm down." Sam tries to help, putting his arm on my shoulder, but I smack it away.
"No Sammy! He needs to realize that not everything is evil. And he also needs to realize that we're his children, not some soldiers he can order around." I glare at Dad. I hear Dean warn me to stand down, but I ignore him, opting to still glare at Dad.
Dad stalks up to me, towering over me. "You better listen to your brothers, before I do something I might regret." He threatens me. I'm not scared anymore, I'm just angry. I stand tall and look him in the eye.
"Do it. Because I will not back down. I'm done believing that everything is bad just because you have a stupid grudge! You hate everything because of something none of us could control!"
"Don't..."
"What happened to Mom wasn't any of our faults."
"DONT!"
"She's dead and she's not coming back. I've learned to accept it and so should you. No amount of killing the supernatural will change that."
Dad snaps and grabs the clock from the side table and throws it at the opposite wall, smashing into pieces. I flinch, but I don't look away. "You will not speak about her that way!"
"What way? The way she would have wanted?! She never would have wanted any of this for us!" I yell. Everyone goes quiet. I'm breathing heavily, my hands clenched.
I realize my stance. I'm supposed to be calm, mature. I shouldn't be snapping so easily. I just need to get out of here and calm down. I open my hands, breathing slowly, and walk towards the door.
"Where the hell do you think you're going? We're not finished here!" Dad yells. I open the door and look back at him, glaring violently.
"I'm finished." I say before walking out and slamming the door behind me. I'm out in the hall way now. I lean back against the door, feeling guilty all over again. I just let my baby brothers watch me snap.
I contemplate going back in, but Dad's voice stops me. "Don't bother Dean. She'll come back. She always does." I clench my hand into a fist and suppress the urge to break something.
I am not that predictable! You know what, I'll show him! I fish my room key out of my pocket and throw it on the ground before turning down the hall, towards the exit.
I walk out of the motel and stomp out of the parking lot, looking for a way to leave. I spot a nice looking truck parked near the impala.
Don't really want to steal it, but it does look pretty nice. I'll replace the license plates once I pass the state line. It's their own fault anyway, leaving the window open. I reach in and unlock it.
After hearing the click, I open the door and climb in. I lean forward after closing the door, and spot the keys in the open glove compartment. Huh, that was easy. I shrug, not questioning my luck, and grab the keys.
I stick the keys in the ignition and start the car. It roars to life, making me smile. I put the car in drive and pull out of the parking lot. I pull onto the road and drive, as far as I can away from the motel.
I roll down the windows, breathing in the fresh air with a new sense of freedom. Instead of feeling happy, I just feel sad. I left my brothers back there, with no explanation. I sigh and reach into my pocket, pulling out my phone.
I dial Sam's number. After a few rings, he picks up.
"Jordan? Where are you?" He asks. I smile sadly as I turn onto the freeway.
"Heya Sammy. I'm gone."
"Seriously Jordan, where are you?"
"I told you, I'm gone. I'm on the freeway."
"So you're really leaving? For real?" He asks. He sounds so broken. I wince at his tone.
"Yes Sam. I'm leaving for real this time. I just wanted to call and tell you so you wouldn't be up all night waiting for me."
"But Jordan, why?"
I sigh and spot the sign saying I now passed the state line. "I can't stay there anymore. And I know you understand, that's why I called you."
"Jordan please." I feel a tear fall down my cheek as his voice cracks. "Bye Sam. Tell Dean what I told you, and that I love him. Please don't come looking for me. Love you little bro." I say before hanging up.