Speaking a Dead Language.
"Oh, I wonder when did it all stop making sense? I don't understand. I remember, we were so sure, so innocent. Oh but that was then. Can we ever go back again? Can we ever go back again?" Joy Williams, Speaking a Dead Language.
Hi everyone! I'm very excited to finally get this up! I've always wondered what a daughter factor would add to the story of the Winchesters! So here it is! It's short but I'm fully intending to make the chapters longer with more we get. So read and let me know what you think!
Rylan had it good, or as good as life could be for someone like her. She was the daughter of a fourth generation hunter, and lived on the road most of the time. At thirteen though she didn't know this. The only thing Ry knew was her family business involved moving around a lot. But she didn't mind, it wasn't anything she wasn't use to.
"You'll be home soon right dad?" She asked on the phone tapping her black converse on the floorboards. On her back was her torn and battered blue backpack. School had just ended and her Uncle Bobby had picked her up.
Shutting the door to his Chevy Impala Dean smiled. "Yeah, I'll try to be home before you go to sleep. But don't wait up for us. You're still going to school tomorrow."
Revealed Rylan set her backpack down. It'd been three weeks since she'd seen her dad and uncle Sam. "OKAY! I can make you guys dinner!"
"Alright Princess, see you soon."
"See you soon Daddy!" Hanging up her small flip phone Rylan ran into the living room where her adopted uncle sat reading an old book like always. She didn't know why he was always reading those weird books, sometimes her uncle and dad read them too. As many times as she'd been to the old house, never once had Rylan picked one up. "Dad said they'll try and make it home before dinner! I'm gonna go cook something good for them!"
Looking up from his book on hell he smirked up at the little girl he'd grown to love as a niece. "Just don't burn the house down kiddo."
Rolling her eyes Bobby couldn't help think about how much she looked like a Winchester. Thankfully the girl hadn't taken any qualities of her mother. Her hair was light brown, her nose belonged to Sam and the rest was all Dean. Freckles, curiosity and very stubborn. But sometimes it wasn't always a good thing. "You know I won't Uncle Bobby. Hey what's that book you're reading?"
Knowing he couldn't tell her he closed it. "Ah just something old I found in the attic. Why don't we get cooking? I'm sure your dad and Sam will be starving."
Seeing past the lie Rylan made a mental note to get into the books when everyone was asleep later tonight. "Okay, how about spaghetti?"
Hours later when the sun was down and dinner was very well done, Rylan and Bobby sat on the front porch awaiting Dean and Sam's return home. It was late November the air was cold in Sioux Falls. But as stubborn as the little Winchester was, she wouldn't go inside until she saw her uncle and dad home. Knowing all the dangers that could lurk Bobby sat in his old rocking chair with her.
Finally around nine o'clock the old 1967 Chevy Impala pulled into the driveway. Rylan's eyes were slowly closing with each second passing until she saw the car. Now fully wide awake she jumped off the porch right into her dad's arms. "Finally! I was starting to think you weren't gonna come home!"
"Now would I break a promise to you?" Dean looked down to her in their hug.
Realizing how silly she sounded Rylan laughed. "I guess not." Moving on to hug her uncle Sam she remembered they had dinner waiting for them. "Oh by the way, I made spaghetti! Uncle Bobby wouldn't let me chop the tomatoes though."
Chuckling Sam looked at Bobby who just shrugged. "Wouldn't want you getting hurt Ry-Fry. Anyways, why don't we all go eat?"
Dinners at nine at night weren't anything out the ordinary. For the Winchesters nothing was ever ordinary. Absolutely nothing. The only thing they remained and wanted ordinary was Rylan. None of them were allowed to say anything about monsters, ghosts, or demons and hunting around her. Dean wanted to keep that part of their lives out of her mind. She was too young and innocent to worry about those things. To him he was still his little girl and always would be.
In the silence the youngest recalled the question she had come up with earlier while talking with her uncle. Clearing her throat Rylan looked over to her dad. "So Daddy, I wanna know the truth. What do you and Sammy do? And why are you so secretive about it?"
Worried Sam and Bobby both looked to Dean who looked completely calm. "We're just insurance agents Ry. We're not secretive about it, we just figured you'd be bored by it. It's not that exciting princess. Trust me."
Disappointed by the bland answer Rylan looked down, slightly embarrassed. "Oh, sorry. I just figured it was something a little cooler. You promise that's all uncle Sammy?"
"We promise. Why don't you go get ready for bed." All of them felt bad lying to her, but knew it was the right thing to do.
Huffing she grabbed her empty plate and put it into the sink. Placing a kiss on everyone's cheek she walked to the stairs. "Night everyone."
"Night Ry."Each answered in sync.
Reaching her tiny room Rylan shut the door. Her walls were blue, considering her dad refused to paint them pink when she was three. But she had at least won with a purple bed set. Around the room were various pictures, and a small suitcase for the times she was on the road. It was a simple little room that changed very little over the years. There had always been the large queen bed in the middle. Not once was there ever a crib.
Changing into her flannel pajamas Rylan hopped into the bed and closed her eyes. Despite feeling foolish for even asking, she couldn't help but sense they were lying. It was easy to see how nervous the question made Bobby and Sam. Her dad answered it with a little too much ease.
As soon as the three knew Rylan was in her room Bobby began discussing what just happened. "Dean, you realize the insurance agents lie isn't going to work forever. She's a smart girl."
"I know Bobby. But you expect me to just tell her we hunt freaking monsters for gods sake! I can't do that to her. Sam was just barely younger than her when he found out. That ruined him. Do you want me to do that to her? She's gotta stay little for just a little longer." Dean exploded.
Sam bit his lip understanding. "How and when are we gonna tell her? It's gotta be soon, considering..." Considering Dean would be going to hell in a few short months.
Not even wanting to think about it he shrugged. "Maybe we just tell her there was a car accident. I was coming to pick you up and the car got smashed. Dead on impact. Then she won't ever even need to know. You can take her and run Sam. Give her normal."
From her room Rylan heard the explosive voices of her family. Quietly she crawled out of bed and sneaked over to the stairs to hear better. It seemed there had been too much of this going on lately, ever since her Uncles and Dad went on this "vacation." After they came back she could just sense things were different. Even Jo and Ellen acted a little different.
Sam was angered by Dean's latest idea. "You wanna lie to your daughter? She'll never know how her dad really died? I'm not gonna be the one to face her one day when she finds out. And she will find out Dean. In case you haven't noticed she isn't exactly stupid."
"So you want my thirteen year old to know her uncle died so I made a deal with a demon to bring him back? And doing so I signed my death sentence? You want her to know her dad is gonna be some hell hounds chew toy? Do you want her to live with that?"
Unable to wrap her head around it all she gasped from the stairs. "Good job ya two idjits, she's awake."
Tears forming in her eyes Rylan looked to her dad first. "Daddy, what do you mean? You're gonna die?"
"Ry..."
Anger arose from her small body. "Don't even try to lie to me. Why would you keep something like this from me? I have a right to know!" Exploding in his face she turned and ran out the front door.
Hopping into the backseat of the black impala she snuggled up close to her dad's leather jacket. He wore it all the time, it smelled exactly like him. Musky, and very manly. She could recognize the smell anywhere. Taking in the scent it crossed her mind that it would one day fade. Would she still be able to remember what he smelled like? And that scared her. Soaking the jacket with tears Rylan almost didn't hear the slam of the car door. "Go away."
"No. Come here Ry." Dean Winchester spoke in the dark. It had taken him five whole minutes outside of the car to actually open the door. Having a teenage daughter was a lot harder than he ever expected it. He remembered his dad telling him he'd have hell with Ry as a teenager. But this was one thing he never thought he'd have to deal with.
Giving up trying to resist she remembered time with her dad was now limited. Moving over to his embrace she know cried on the blue flannel. One hand hugging her close and the other against her hair. It was the comforting hug she'd grown to love. There was no other hug like it. It only made her cry harder though, realizing once again she wouldn't get these ever again one day.
Finally crying herself to sleep Rylan could forget about the truth. Picking her up bridal style Dean brought her inside and up to her room. Not wanting to talk to anyone else or face the rapid questions from his brother or Bobby he just stood in the doorway. Life as they knew it was changed. Could he look at Rylan the same after telling her everything? Would she look at him the same? He never wanted to hurt her, or have her find out this way. He just wanted her to remain as innocent for as long as possible. But being a Winchester never promised that.
In the morning Rylan woke thinking for just a moment that everything was a dream. Remembering it wasn't she rolled out of bed and shyly marched downstairs. She was almost afraid of what the day was going to bring. There would be yelling for sure, and probably tears from her. That was one quality she hated about herself. No matter what she was feeling she just cried. It definitely wasn't a Winchester quality. The only time she'd ever seen her Uncle Sam cry was at his girlfriend's funeral, her dad was crying when he found her after she ran away a few years ago. Then her last memory of her grandpa was him crying. That was the only time though.
It was after her family had been a big car accident. She'd came to visit them in the hospital only after her dad had awoken from his coma. All of it was very clear, it was one of those memories you don't forget. Sam and him came into Dean's room, a cast on John's arm and bruises on Sammy's face. Dean had been in the worst condition, losing a lot of blood and breaking various things in his body. Rylan was sitting on her dad's bed and suddenly John got a sad/happy look on his face. Placing a hand on her shoulder he looked her in the eye and told her "Rylan, I want you to know how proud I am of you. You're such a good little girl. Remember that." Composing his tears he placed a kiss on her forehead and suggested a coffee run with Sam. That was the last time both she and Sam had seen him alive. The next memory was him on the ground. Sam muttered something about getting help, after that her dad blocked her eyes while the doctors worked on John unsuccessfully.
"Morning kiddo, you want some cereal?" Sam asked standing by the counter.
Shrugging she mumbled "I guess so. So I'm assuming no school?"
Dean smirked from across the table "You're assuming right." Mood changing completely as her cereal was placed in front of her her dad began the real stuff. "We've got a lot to talk about."
And in that moment Rylan knew her life was changing. It would no longer be simple and easy. The truth was finally hers to know. As much as she thought she was ready, you can never be ready to hear your family hunts supernatural creatures. Nor was it easy to hear the reasoning behind her father being damned to hell. Through all of it though she kept a poker-face on. Even when she heard her uncle had been killed just a few months ago, and how her grandma really died. A great riveting family history.
Her grandpa had been a hunter since 1983, and her uncle and dad almost their entire lives. Bobby became one after his wife was possessed by a demon. It all sounded like something from a story book, but it was all real. And Rylan believed it. With the new information a new question arose. One very important question. "Am I going to become a hunter?"
I hope you all liked it! I'm very excited for everything I have already planned out for this story! It obviously takes place in season three, right before the Christmas episode. I'm going to clarify more on Rylan's history and all about her further on but this is just kind of an introduction. So please leave me a review!
