(Dean POV)
'Son. Don't move ok? Daddy will be right back!'
'Yes daddy.' I whisper, scared beyond anything I've ever dealt with before.
What is he doing?
Where has dad gone?
Why am I hiding behind this massive tree stump?
Being a curious young boy, I peek from my hiding place and see dad stood over a bloodied man slumped on the floor.
Dad is holding his gun.
He's a policeman; although a shifter too. He always carries his gun and badge.
Unable to tear my eyes away, I watch as my dad shoots the man in the head; blood shooting out and onto dad's chilling smiling face.
My jaw drops and a chill of fear takes over my limbs.
My dad just killed someone!
Suddenly the area is lit up by a bright white light from a loud helicopter above us, shining on my father.
Sparing one last look at me
