Disclaimer: Supernatural and all its characters, belong to Erik Kripke and the makers of Supernatural. I only own the characters I created. *sob*

Chapter 1:

Whitefish, Montana: May 18th 1998

"Nya and Dean sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G", yelled Sam and Andy as loudly as they could. Anya Victor scowled at her younger sister and the younger brother of the boy she was currently beating up, repeatedly. "Shut up you little pipsqueak! Before I make you!" she yelled back, pausing the beating. "No, please, don't stop. Go on. She can beat the crap out of one of you for a change" said Dean, pushing the distracted girl off of him and wiping the trickle of blood that ran down his chin. "If you knocked one of my teeth out you little demon I'm going to kill you" he told Anya, feeling his jaw for breaks and dislocations. Hunting was a tough job and now that he was legal it made sense that he'd join what had become his family's business: Hunting. But of course, this wasn't the kind of hunting where you went out during the hunting season and bagged yourself a few duck. No. This kind of hunting had no season. You hunted when you had to. And you always had to. His mind flying back to when he had been four, their lives changed that day. Their mother dead, father becoming obsessed with finding and killing what had taken his beloved wife away from him. The funeral had been horrible. There'd been no body to bury. He shook himself out of his reverie and got up to go get a beer. He and his brother regularly went on hunts with their father but ever since Dean had turned 17 his dad had started talking about taking him for the actual hunt. But they couldn't leave Sam alone. He was still a kid. Unlike his little brother, he'd seen a bit of what happened to his mom and his dad filled in the rest. For a boy of 4 that had been a lot to take in. But Dean, being who he was had taken it at face value and the responsibility that had been thrust on him with an envious grace. He hated it and loved it. A part of him secretly worried what he would do if he couldn't live a hunter's life. On the road and doing what he did best. Killing things, things that went bump in the night. Things that killed, things that had no conscience and had no scientific explanation. Things people didn't believe in. He popped the cap and took a swig watching the kids play. There was no logical reason for why they'd left him behind. The kids could take care of themselves. If anything he was fairly sure Anya would have taken care of them, but then again she was the same age as his kid brother though she looked nothing like she was fifteen. He knew she was capable and if anything the beating he'd taken reinforced that opinion. But then there was safety in numbers. And besides her sister was only twelve. If they'd taken Dean with them Anya would have most definitely wanted to go and then so would Andy. So he'd been dumped here at a rather plush house they'd rented to blend in better with the neighbourhood, with babysitting duties.

Anya Victor was no fool. She was different. So was her sister. Neither of them was fully human, they knew that. But part of them was. She couldn't explain it. Since they'd been children she'd seen it. The difference between other children and her and her sister. They were different, powerful, dangerous. But sometimes fate was funny that way. Instead of turning out into evil whackjobs, they grew up pretty normal. Well, as normal as you can grow up when you get adopted by a family of hunters. There had been a big family and as hunters they faced more shit than other hunters did but they soldiered through. There had been losses, Uncle Bernie and Aunt Julia, their children Carl and Mike. Their parents, Reeva and Harry. Now the only family they had was their Uncle Nayim. And their sort-of godfather John Winchester. He wasn't really their godfather per se but her mom had known Mary Winchester before she had become Mrs Winchester, when she had been Mary Campbell. Thus, had come around an extended and convoluted family circle. In the event of their deaths, Reeva and Harry were legal guardians of the Winchester brothers and Mary and John to the Victor sisters, if no one in the family survived of course. But right now waiting for her Uncle and John to come back from the reconnaissance was pissing her off. She wasn't the most patient person in the world. That was her sister's MO but it was still grating her nerves that they hadn't allowed her to go with them. She knew logically that it was to make sure her sister didn't pitch a fit about being left behind but she was the youngest. And Anya would die before she let anything happen to her sister. When they'd been young she'd made her sister take a blood oath on it. When Andy had had no idea what the oath was about. Of course when she'd finally found out she'd been pissed. The walls of the motel they'd been staying at had resonated with the loud shrill screams of the ten year old girl. Anya smiled as she caught Andy's eye who gave her the finger with such aplomb that it was impossible to believe she was only twelve. She rolled her eyes and left the small garden to go get herself a beer. She needed a drink. It sounded horrible when she thought about it and definitely sounded like whining, but her life sucked.

Sam Winchester hated this. Not that moment particularly because it was a good one but he hated his life in general. He didn't want to be a hunter. He didn't want to be involved in the supernatural. He didn't want to know how to pick a lock or exactly how to kill a ghost. But he did and he hated it. But moments like this made him question that. They were few and far in between but it was good. What he wanted most was a family. A normal life, a normal childhood. He wanted to be able to go to school and not have to worry about talking too much to anyone or avoid answering questions about his life. He wanted to be able to go out on a date with a girl and not have to worry about her being eaten or killed or worse, getting a lecture from his dad about not forming attachments. It wasn't that his dad wanted Sam and his brother to die alone and miserable. But he'd told them quite clearly that having attachments with a civilian was out of the question. What they didn't know could and would definitely hurt them. Better find another hunter who knew what that life was like. But that's not what Sam wanted. But apparently that wasn't in the cards. There wasn't an option for him. And Sam resented the hell out of his father for it. He loved his father but he resented the life he had. He hated that he had to live the life already laid out for him. He loved his brother but he was envious of his absolute and utter devotion to his father and family. Sam wanted to be that way. He wanted to his father to approve of him and confide in him the way he seemed to with dean. But no. That wasn't gonna happen till he said yes to what his dad wanted. He understood that he had to help people. His dad was doing a good thing. But maybe, just maybe if his dad let him do what he wanted he might have enjoyed hunting. As it stood, he didn't. He truly didn't. But there wasn't anything he could do. It was stupid. He understood that dad was looking for what killed his mother but he had a right to his life despite that. He hated how he felt. More than anything Sam Winchester understood family. He craved the kind of security and comfort family gave people. But not like this.

She didn't really like it, but she didn't really hate it either. Not the way Sam did. Having been the youngest amongst her family Andy had been spoiled to a degree. Her family had tried to indulge her and make sure she got a normal childhood. Pretty wise for a twelve year old kid but she knew it was true. She'd seen it. Their powers were pretty common knowledge in the family but it was a secret zealously guarded from outsiders. Even John Winchester hadn't been told even though at this point they had one living relative left alive. If something happened to Nayim, she bit her lip and frowned looking over at her sister and the Winchester brothers. They were deep in discussion. These almost normal moment always made her feel like she was part of an almost normal family with normal friends who just hung out and chilled together. But then, the adults would come back and it would be all over. She should be worried but she wasn't. She knew that if anything happened her sister would kill and die for her. And she hated that. She loved her sister. More than anything. They were adopted and she knew her sister had gone through some rough things before that. She never spoke of it but Andy knew. Even if her sister hid that part of herself from her she knew instinctively that it was the reason why her sister was sometimes so cold. Almost like a killer. She'd gone with her sister during one of the hunts. Her first ever and she had seen her sister's handiwork, in detail. And it had scared her a bit. She'd seen how protective her sister could be and she knew the day she hooked up with a guy, any guy her sister would roast him alive. She looked at Sam and frowned. She had never been able to read his mind, but she always knew exactly what he was thinking.. Her telepathy was new and she couldn't control it. Her sister had been teaching her to put up shields but it was difficult for her. Their powers scared her sometimes. She didn't know what they were.

She knew her sister had searched, was still searching for the answer to that question but they still didn't have the answer. And then Andy had realized she could hear everyone but the Winchester family. She couldn't hear John, Sam or Dean. And she'd freaked out till her sister had told her it was fine. Apparently, Anya couldn't hear them too. She'd accepted it with a surprising amount of optimism. "Look at it this way kiddo, when I started hearing things I thought I was going nuts and I had no one to help me out. Mom and Dad couldn't have known what to do. Eventually, blocking stuff out became second nature to me, it will to you too" she had said seriously, ", But to meet people whose thoughts you don't have to actively block, it's a gift. I don't have to constant worry about respecting people's privacy and all that. So, I'm not going to complain." Andy didn't buy into that. Anya was suspicious of everyone. Andy sometimes felt her sister didn't even trust her. But she didn't press the issue. It was nice to not have to worry about hearing someone's innermost feelings.

"Oh thank god they're back" Dean muttered to himself under his breath. "Dad! Find anything? What'd you learn? Hey Nayim what's up?" said Dean rapidly as he saw the two adults approach him. Nayim smiled at him, his eyes moving over the rapidly purpling bruise on Dean's face, John gave him a quick smile and a brief nod. "So I see my niece has once again managed to damage you. Sorry about that kiddo. I'd have liked to have you come but then Andy always goes where her sister goes and well I didn't want anything happening. I'll tell her to take it out on a training dummy next time" said Nayim apologetically. "Nah. It's okay. She didn't hurt me all that bad. And I got in a helluva lot more punches than her anyway" said Dean. His dad looked over at him and asked "Everything good while I was gone? Any problems?" "No sir. It was okay. I even got Sam to stop complaining and have fun" replied Dean. "Good job soldier" John said "Get everyone together. We've got news".

"Okay so it's a what again? And are you sure?" asked Anya, looking extremely doubtful. "A kitsune. And be a little less disrespectful will you? We've been hunting a lot longer than you have girl" snapped Nayim annoyed. "Sorry" she murmured sounding contrite and shooting Dean a dirty look when he sniggered. Dean recovered from his snigger and asked "Ok, how're we taking it out then?" "Well we are. As in you, me and Nayim. Anya, you're staying home with Sam and Andy. Help with the research" said John, frowning and looking down at the map which was spread out on the table. "No! Just no. I'm not staying here babysitting again. I'm coming with you. I mean seriously, I've been on enough hunts. I've been hunting for a long time and I can take care of myself, so no" she said. "This is not up for discussion. You need to stay here and watch the kids. Make sure nothing comes back. We don't know how many there are and them catching our scent and coming here is a very real possibility. So we need you here and we need you to know how to kill it" "Fine" she ground out with some difficulty. This wasn't sitting well with her at all. She'd been dying for a hunt. Sitting at home was pissing her off. She hadn't been able to go out for a hunt and it was making her a little testy. It wasn't that she didn't know why or even disagreed, she just didn't like it. She had learned to fully control her power, she had had to. It hadn't been a choice for her. But her sister was still learning and she knew that if they left her in the house and something happened then they'd be getting hunted. She didn't doubt that John Winchester was a good man but the death of his wife had him constantly toing the fine line between sanity and insanity else, and sanity had lost enough of the battles. She knew instinctively that he would never try to do anything to his sister and if he ever did, he'd be dead if he tried. It made her a little nervous that she couldn't read his mind but she and her sister knew he wouldn't do that. He might hate the supernatural but he was a good man. They didn't want to take the chance and create waves so the lay low. And there were enough things out there that were thirsting for blood. Specifically, her and her sister's so they really didn't need more people out to get them. The world was seriously scary and fucked up enough as it was. With that thought she glared at everyone in room and swept out to go get an apple and find her sister. The adults were pissing her off and she needed someone to bitch to.