Samantha’s Worries

Evening met Samantha staring into space in the room.

Her eyes were fixed on her father who chatted away at the large brown round table where all the older men sat and discussed.

Her father looked elated as he gave evil responses to the discussion that they had.

‘I can't do this,’ she thought. ‘This is not my father.’

‘He's not the man I grew up loving and looking up to. Her ruby eyes teared a bit at her thoughts. Maybe. Just maybe he could change.’

‘I'll give him the benefit of the doubt for just a few minutes. He could redeem himself.’

Samantha knew, she knew giving her dad more time would just be stalling the result she would inevitably get.

It was not that she didn't know that, she just really wished that her father would not become worse than he already was.

“I'm sure we have the victory already, the power of the Helm will save us. We need not fear, the Winchesters will eat dust soon.” Edward Dennin stated again, a soul wrenching look of hate formed on his face.

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