Hey guys, I'm trying out a Supernatural sisfic. This is just a little first person introduction, basically. The rest of the story is in third person. I just needed to pull in the idea of a sister before I jumped right into it. Next installment is set during S01E01. I hope you enjoy, and if you feel up to it, leave me a little review to help me know if my direction is okay with this?
Not everyone could say they managed to scrounge up enough extra cash and two months off of work to go on a drive with no destination in mind. I could, though. I had been working towards that for a year before it even happened. My job wasn't very normal, anyway. I modeled for a living. Occasionally I made some of the outfits I wore. It wasn't a supermodel kind of job; it was more modest than that. And above all else: it was normal.
You see, ever since I was about five years old I wanted nothing else but to have a normal life. My Dad was mostly absent and left me in the care of a married couple a large chunk of the time; we traveled the country for fifteen years of my life before we settled in Nashville, TN. I was homeschooled until then. As for the traveling… Well, we didn't necessarily do it for the sightseeing. My real Dad's a hunter. My foster parents are hunters. And not of the big-game variety. They hunt things. Supernatural things. Ghosts, vamps, changelings, shifters… You name it, they've probably killed it. And they taught me how to protect myself along the way. I don't know how you feel about it, but I think forcing a little girl to realize that all of her worst nightmares are actually real is a bit cruel.
My Dad still hunts, and my foster parents left to continue hunting, but I call Nashville home. Occasionally Dad'll visit me. He never liked leaving me with my foster parents, but he still left me every single time. He called in to check up on me now and then, and visited when he was able. He's always been overprotective, even now that I'm 23 and very capable of taking care of myself. My foster parents had moved on back to hunting as soon as I had graduated. Occasionally I'll go on a hunt with Dad, but only when he's in the area and needs an extra set of hands. I may not have the best relationship with the man, but I do love him. My foster parents didn't feel as strongly about him. But that's why I was so excited to finally get to leave, on my own, for even two months. Deep down inside, I missed the traveling; I loved meeting new people and exploring new places. I just didn't like that most of those people I met had some sort of spooky, creepy-crawly thing after them. But now? I was going on a normal vacation. Finally.
And Dad was by no means happy about it.
"Alexandria, reconsider this," my Dad said again, his dark brown eyes narrowed, watching me stuff a duffel bag into the backseat of my red '67 Shelby GT500. "Going off on your own like this just isn't safe. And it's stupid. You know how many things could happen."
"Yeah, Dad, I know," I mumbled, again, and moved to open my trunk. I heaved up the bottom of it, exposing assorted hunting paraphernalia. "I'm not just some stupid girl. I'm prepared for anything I may, probably won't, run across."
I let out a huff of air as he pushed past me, peering into the trunk to see just how well I had prepared. Standing back out of his way I began to braid my dark brown hair, loving that I was able to let it grow down to the middle of my back now that Dad had no say in it, my deep brown eyes, so similar to his own, watching as he meticulously went over everything in my trunk. He paused for a moment over a katana, glancing at the inscription.
"I had it blessed by a Shinto priest downtown," I quickly mumbled, realizing he was expecting me to tell him what it was. When he nodded in affirmation and replaced it in its sheath I deflated a little, glad I had at least passed his test. I had prepared for a lot of possibilities. A blade blessed by a Shinto priest was really only good for a freaking alcohol spirit from Japan.
"Alright, so you have a lot of good stuff in there," Dad said finally, running a hand through his mop of brown hair. "But I still just don't know…"
"Dad, c'mon, I'm okay to do this. You know I am. You gotta cut off that leash around my neck sometime." It was frustrating to have a hunter for a father, especially one that was more of a drill sergeant than a dad. Sure, he was worried about me in his own weird way, but I think he was more concerned that there was a possibility I could run into something freaky and not be able to take it out on my own. It'd be a pretty big slap in the face to find out a person you'd been training for their entire life was killed by some no-named vampire on their first time out by themselves.
"Damn it, Alex," he grunted out, snapping his eyes from the trunk to mine, "There's no damned leash around anything here. I'm just trying to look out for you."
"Are you?" I asked again, slamming my trunk closed and removing the keys from it. "Because it sounds to me like you just want to make sure your secret daughter doesn't end up in some ditch somewhere. It's not like I'm going out on a hunting trip."
"My only daughter," he emphasized, grabbing my wrist as I tried to get into the drivers seat. "I'm trying to make sure my only daughter doesn't end up in some ditch somewhere."
"Well, news flash, she won't," I snapped at him, pulling my wrist away. "If there's anything I do know it's how to protect myself. If you need my help with something just call, okay? If I'm in the area I'll swing by."
He let out a long sigh, stepping back and stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Alright. I expect an update from you weekly."
"Yes, sir," I replied, shutting my door. As soon as the car was started I was speeding away, my engine revving and AC/DC's Highway to Hell blasting. It was going to be a good two months.
"Fat bottomed girls you make the rocking world go 'round," I sung under my breath, my shotgun held tightly as I edged closer to the doorway. This was definitely not what I was expecting when I checked into the Casper Motel in Casper, Wyoming. A friggin' ghost, really? I had to find Casper the very not friendly ghost at a place called Casper in Casper? I drive for 20 hours straight and when I decide to stop for some sleep I have to pick a haunted motel?
With a deep breath I steadied myself, quickly rounding the corner with my shotgun trained into the room, ready to blast any spirit in front of me. When I didn't see anything I carefully moved into the room, my umber colored military boots making barely a sound as I checked the corners around me, half expecting the spirit to appear and make it easier for me. Finding no signs of the spirit being there for the moment I turned my attention to the body of the man I had heard screaming, shaking my head slightly as I assessed his slit throat. There was no way he was still alive. I dialed 911 on the phone by his bed, leaving it to ring out as I left the room. I couldn't stick around for when the feds showed up, and I had a grave to go desecrate. That poor smuck back there just happened to be the next victim of the spirit. I was only hanging around to try and save him. Some good that did.
I threw my duffel into the tan leather passenger seat as I took off, towards the cemetery where that bitch was buried. It hadn't taken long for me to notice the signs of the haunting, and then research the building. It was a pretty cut and dry thing. The spirit was a woman who was raped and murdered here about thirty years ago. Apparently she only kills someone who's committed the crimes that were done to her. So, ultimately, that guy she had killed was a douche… but she was a ghost. I had to gank her.
An hour and a half later I was dropping a box of lit matches onto the salted and gasoline'd bones, wiping the sweat off of my brow with the back of my hand and watching momentarily before I picked up my shovel and trudged back to my car. My lightly tanned skin was stained with graveyard dirt and no amount of scrubbing was removing it, so I opted for putting on the old hoodie I kept in the trunk as I threw the shovel in. I had to skip town and find a new place to board up for the night now, but hey, at least I killed a freaking ghost. Hurray.
Three hours later I was finally at a new motel in Rapid City, South Dakota. I checked in and immediately went to shower, letting my dark locks out of the braid it was in and giving myself a long look in the mirror. I was tired. That was obvious by the circles under my eyes. I had been gone from home for 23 hours now and I still hadn't slept. I'm an insomniac by nature, considering that as a child we didn't do an awful lot of sleeping between jobs, but I looked like hell right now. My skin was still streaked with sweat and dirt, my normally expressive brown eyes were dull, and even my favorite skinny jeans didn't seem to make my legs look as good as normal. Yeah, I had a thing for my own legs, sue me. I was about 5'8" and all legs, if you ask me. I don't see why I shouldn't embrace them.
I quickly stripped and showered, and twenty minutes later I was crawling into the sheets of my bed in my underwear, reaching a hand under the pillow to make sure my gun was where I left it. My phone was lit up on the nightstand beside of me and I thought of calling Dad for a second to let him know about the haunting I had taken care of, but the thought was dismissed quickly as I was lulled into a dreamless sleep by the semi-lumpy mattress beneath me.
When I woke up the next morning, though, I did call Dad while brewing a pot of coffee. It rang three times before he finally picked it up, causing me to grimace. "I didn't wake you, did I?" I asked, carefully pouring some of the black liquid into a mug.
"No, no," he said quickly, trying to cover the sleep in his voice and I could just imagine him rubbing his face as he sat up in bed. "What is it?"
"Ganked a spirit last night," casually I sat back down on my bed, glancing to where my clothes for the day were laid out. "I got to Casper, Wyoming, and checked into a motel only to find out it was haunted. Figures, doesn't it? I'm not even one day into my vacation and I'm already working again."
"Did you skip town after you burned the remains?" he asked instead of saying something about my comment like I'd hoped, causing me to sigh.
"Yeah. I'm in Rapid City, South Dakota," my tone was flat as I replied, taking a sip of the liquid caffeine, recognizing his voice as being more of a drill sergeant than a Dad. "It's about three hours from where I was."
"Good," his gruff voice replied, and I could vaguely hear the sound of a coffee pot starting to brew. He and I were maybe more similar than I liked to admit. "Do me a favor and stay away from Sioux Falls."
"Why?" I inquired, immediately regretting it as I heard what sounded like a coffee mug get slammed into the counter.
"Because I said so, damn it," he snapped, causing me to wince a little as his tone. "Need anything else?"
"No, sir," I replied instantly, and was rewarded with the click indicating he had hung up. I knew he was glad I had called to let him know about the spirit, but that part about Sioux Falls… Well, that sounds just too good to pass up.
Five hours later I was pulling into a little diner on the outskirts of Sioux Falls, smiling a little at the guilty pleasure I got from disobeying a direct order from my dad. Small victories are still victories, after all. But I was starving. It was nearly noon now and I had only had three cups of coffee for sustenance. I put the car in park as I dug around in my purse, an olive green hobo bag, for some cash to nab a salad and a milkshake. Mumbling an 'aha' as I found ten bucks I exited my car, locking the doors and pocketing my keys into my coat. I smiled a little again as I glanced around the diner, being in an overall good mood. I was wearing my favorite coat, which was knee length, black, and warm with a bit of flare at the bottom; my shirt was a simple white v-neck tee, my pants were dark blue skinny jeans and my umber combat boots were laced up around the outside of the pants, an outfit I thought looked pretty damn good for being so plain; the look was finished with my hair in a braided bun on the side of my neck and my makeup was applied to look both sassy and natural all in one.
So yeah, I felt good and I looked good, so I waltzed into the joint like I owned the place and took a seat at the bar. I think the woman who took my order was as envious of me as I was of her. She had such a pretty face and I had a banging body. We were like two pieces of a puzzle that couldn't have been put together. I mean, my face wasn't bad, but it was littered with a ton of freckles. I couldn't stand it. My nose was pretty normal, petite maybe, and my cheekbones were high. My lips weren't necessarily the fullest, most kissable lips ever, but I tried to ignore that. At least I had my eyes going for me. They were almond in shape, and a dark shade of brown that could change from a honey color to black depending on the light; on a few occasions some of the men I'd been with had claimed they could get lost in my eyes forever.
I was pulled out of my self observation when my salad was presented to me with my peanut butter milkshake, making me smile obnoxiously. My stomach was growling like a bitch at this point. I was scarfing it down with no remorse when I noticed a man had sat himself down beside of me and was watching me out of the corner of his eye, causing me to sit my fork down and turn to full on stare at him. I hated sneaking around and would rather get straight to the point.
"What? Can a girl not eat her salad without getting eyeballed?" I questioned the man, my voice portraying how annoyed I was. His stupid trucker hat only worsened my mood. It was filthy.
"It is you, idn't it?" he replied with a grin, his voice and country twang filling my head with memories I hadn't thought of in a long time. "Damn girl, you got big."
I blinked a few times in uncertainty, staring at his bearded and wrinkled face as I tried to remember… "Uncle Bobby?" I finally asked, a smile breaking out onto my face as he nodded in affirmation.
"I saw that old Shelby out front and then you sittin' in here," Bobby grinned, waving off the menu offered to him. "Remembered how you'd always said you wanted one of them cars. What're you doing here, girl?"
"Well, honestly," I mumbled, taking a large gulp of the peanut butter milkshake before starting again, "I'm on a mini-vacation. Sorta. It was supposed to just be me driving around the country for a couple of months until I had to go back to work. But then yesterday I was about twenty hours out, in Wyoming, and my motel had a bit of an issue with the electricity."
I waited and watched to see if he understood what I meant, which was my covert way of saying there was a haunting I had to deal with, before continuing. "So I took care of that for them and moved on to Rapid City. Called Dad this morning to let him know, and he says 'do me a favor and stay away from Sioux Falls' and I said 'screw that' and came anyway. But honestly, I had no idea this was where you lived, Uncle Bobby. I completely forgot. I'm sorry."
"It'd be silly to think you'd remember," Bobby replied with a laugh, slapping me lightly on the shoulder. "Last time you were here you were eleven and smaller than that stool you're on. That's been years ago."
"Yeah, no kiddin'," I responded, shaking my head as I pushed my meal away and laid down the cash to pay for it. "I'm 23 now and try my best to stay away from hunting. Time flies, doesn't it?"
"Damned straight it does," he replied, standing up an offering out his hand. "You in need of a place to stay?"
"I'm only in town for a day or so, and I don't wanna intrude," I replied quickly, shaking my head. "I mean, I didn't even remember you lived here until just now."
He seemed to think about that for maybe a millisecond before shrugging and pulling me up, causing me to laugh. "C'mon now, you idjit," he pushed me towards the door with a grin, "Ain't no way I'm gonna let you stay in some ratty old motel if you're in town. And maybe you could tell me about how you an' your Dad have been doing since you up an' disappeared."
"Alright, alright," I laughed, holding my hands up in defeat as I went out towards my car. "Just lead the way. I definitely don't remember."
