A/N This story is pre-Ghost Town and explains about Rebecca's past and her connection to the Winchesters. At least the first few chapters will be from Rebecca's POV.
Rebecca
Chapter 1: The Early Years
For those people who wonder how Dean and I met, this is my story. To start I think I'd better explain about my family's history because we are a bit different from a normal family. Not the white picket fence and two-point-four children, no we were raised knowing about the evil which exists in the shadows.
It all started a few centuries ago when one of my ancestors a beautiful white witch fell in love with a priest. They met when they both went to the same house invited independently to rid a child of a demon. They only succeeded in destroying it when they started working together.
The bond formed led to them working together to destroy evil creatures, although the priest still looked after his parish. The parishioners got used to seeing the beautiful young woman with their handsome priest and were happy when the couple decided to marry. They never suspected that she was a witch as she was good at hiding her profession from the authorities. They had three children two girls and a boy. They continued to hunt evil wherever they found it and built up an impressive library of information for future generations.
But all good things come to an end in this line of work. One day they were tackling a particularly powerful demon and the priest was killed. As the witch killed the demon it uttered a curse that no husband of the family should see their children reach maturity. They were away from their home when it happened and the authorities saw the carnage and decided that the woman was a witch and had been responsible.
The witch was arrested for the murder of her husband by witchcraft and executed. As she was led to the gallows she uttered her own curse that her line should always be blessed with the means to hunt evil and that every generation that did so would produce offspring for the cause of good. She could not undo the demon's curse but protected the future generations as best she could.
So it has continued every generation produces both male and female offspring. The males are generally killed in early adulthood and the females who fight continue to produce children. The husbands of the females are usually killed soon after the birth of the third child as the priest was; only my own father broke this rule but then he never married my mother.
My own training started young by the time I started school I could shoot a crossbow or hand gun and knew how to defend myself. For our generation we were lucky that a trust fund had been started which allowed us to attend boarding school while our parents were hunting. I say lucky but the only good thing about it was being settled in term time. When we were in school we were encouraged to do well at anything that would help the family business, anything else didn't matter. So we excelled in most traditional subjects, since they could be adapted to our families needs and studied both Latin and Greek. Although most of our teachers liked our dedication that was not true of anyone teaching Religious Studies, we could run rings round them on everything they wanted to teach. Outside of school we were expected to go on hunts and look after ourselves.
I remember the reaction of the other pupils to my sister and I.
First day of fifth form at Millfield School, as twins Julia and I were often together, but Andrew being older was off with his friends.
"So here are the teacher's pets," sneered Juliette in her cultured English accent. "What are the little twerps going to rub our noses in this year."
Julia looked at me, a warning look not to say anything, but that's not me. "With your little brain and even less sense, it won't be hard to find something," I replied with a grin.
"Little bitch thinks she's better than us," Juliette said to her friends, so I could hear.
"Oh I don't think, I know," I responded. "Besides I'm no bitch, you're the ones sneaking the boys into the dorms at night. What's up did Andrew turn you down?" I was goading now knowing I'd got her now for the kill, "he doesn't like damaged goods, so did the abortion go well."
If looks could kill I'd be dead, instead half the class were watching me with awe and the rest with shock. Julia was trying to pull me away from the confrontation but this was the reaction after last weeks hunt, I was still wired and didn't care about her family's status.
"I see the mouse still wants to run and hide," Juliette sneered about my sister.
No-one outside the family is allowed to do that. "I can't see your friends coming to your rescue, but then they know I could take you out without blinking. Julia just doesn't want to see you hurt," I taunted.
Juliette couldn't fight but thought she could outsmart me, "you hurt me that's a laugh you wouldn't dare touch me."
I looked at her, "yeah you're right, you're just not worth the effort," I replied walking past her to the room Julia and I would share.
I could feel her eyes burning into my back, but that was just the first round of the year to me.
When we were in our room Julia turned on me, "why do you have to start a fight with her every year?"
"I didn't start it," I complained, "but I'm damned if I'll back down to the stupid stuck-up twit."
I think I remember winning a physical fight that year with her and nearly got expelled, until it was pointed out that somewhere there was an agreement that our family would always have places there.
Julia hated the hunting and was pleased when they allowed her to stay with our great-grand mother during the holidays. She had an office and did research, passing information to my parents for new hunts. My brother and I loved the hunts relying on each other; the adrenalin buzz was what we lived for. Guess what they say about twins being opposite is true, I'm the tom-boy and she's the little lady. In some ways she would have fitted with Juliette's gang if she hadn't enjoyed research so much, she was so into the nice clothes, hair just right and manicured nails.
The hunts gave us great stories to tell when we went back to school, although I think we both frightened our classmates who thought it was all make believe. More fool them I always said but never pushed them to believe.
"So Julia what did you do in the holidays?" asked Geraldine.
"Stayed at my great-grandmother's house in Buckinghamshire," my sister replied.
"Well that sounds boring. What about you Rebecca, did you stay at home too?" asked a scathing Beatrice.
"Oh Julia was busy getting information for the rest of us," I replied defending my sister. "I'm sure she had a few days off in London with Marcus," I grinned." The rest of the family went first to Paris Vampire hunting and then on to the Pyrenees after a werewolf," I stated not caring whether they believed.
"I don't know how your family let's you get away with such stories," laughed Beatrice. "I don't know why you don't admit to falling when climbing, like Andrew told Jamie. Making up stories about fighting mythical beasts is a bit silly at your age."
I thought about showing them the scars where the werewolf had caught me but decided not too. The family was still in grief for our mother who had been bitten by the thing and father had killed to prevent her turning. We all agreed but it was still our mother even if she was the one to tell us what had to be done.
Back to my story and I forgot to tell you where we came from, my family hale from England and have been there at least as far back as the Norman Conquest on both sides. We lived in England until the late '70s when my mother was killed in France and as soon as we finished school that year my father decided he didn't want to stay in Europe with the memories. My sister decided to stay in England and continue to do research for us at the family seat but my brother and I decided to continue the good fight with our father wherever he wanted to go. He chose America and although both my brother and I had other ideas we didn't argue. We moved in 1978 when my brother Andrew was 20 and I was 18.
So we landed in America and set up a base in Vega, Texas. This was to be our home between hunts and was fully stocked with everything we might need. We even had an emergency room in case any of us got seriously injured. We had all attended first aid courses and before joining the hunt full time both my brother and I had attended medical school so that we could deal with most emergencies without resorting to hospitals. He attended before we left England while I waited until we had a base in America.
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I'm sure you'd like to know a bit about my brother since I keep talking about him. Andrew was tall, good-looking and courageous; although he was six foot lots of people thought he was Mel Gibson (until he opened his mouth, no mistaking the clipped English accent).
He was never quite sure why women would go out of their way to talk to him but he would always give them the time of day before pushing on with whatever he was doing. Although they found him attractive he would never take advantage, he always said it wasn't fair if he wouldn't be here the next day. I understood but felt he was missing out on a lot, for him the hunt came first. He was also very shy around women and would blush at compliments, just as well I was around to steer the women away. I often pretended to be his girl friend to save his embarrassment.
He always reasoned that since he would die before his children grew up it wouldn't be fair to have any.
That was before he met Judith on a hunt.
We had been chasing a werewolf in Colorado and had cornered it in a wood outside of San Isabel after shooting it and burning the remains we went for something to eat. Judith was sat at the table next to ours and Andrew couldn't keep his eyes off her.
"So what's with the puppy dog eyes?" I asked him.
"She's beautiful," he replied. "Do you think she'd want to talk to me?"
"What the sexiest guy in the room? She'd have to be blind, a lesbian or hitched not to want you," I replied.
He laughed nervously at my reply. "How do I get introduced?" he stumbled.
"How about you ask her if she knows a good hotel here?" he looked at me as though I was mad. "We've just got into town and we need somewhere to stay," I explained. "Just tell her you're road tripping with your freak sister and father and wonder if she could recommend anywhere for tonight."
She didn't seem special to me but obviously there was something about her. He got up and introduced himself and despite him smelling like a bonfire they sat there laughing.
An hour later we were still waiting for him to return and I went over to say we were leaving. He laughed and she gave me the name of the hotel, father and I left them talking. He found the hotel in the morning.
It wasn't long afterwards that he got a car and would stay with her between hunts. They got married in 1982 and soon after produced twin girls.
I knew the writing was on the wall but hoped he could break the curse. I missed it when he wasn't around he'd always come back to Vega with dad and me after a hunt to get cleaned up before going back to Judith. She never knew about his double life, he always claimed to be a reporter.
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Between 1878 and 1982 we didn't do many actual hunts most of the time we were researching the different phenomena in America and getting our bearings. Only particularly vicious creatures on a killing spree did we go after.
For some reason things seemed to pick-up after 1982 and from two hunts a year we were doing at least one a month.
In 1986 we came across another hunting family and our fathers nearly came to blows after Andrew was injured and so was one of the other man's sons.
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A/N Sorry about all the description, its background for the next chapters. I haven't tried POV before so please comment.
Definitions:
Term time: the time when you are at school i.e. autumn term, spring term, summer term (American semester?)
Fifth Form: Term for the year in which GCE 'O' levels were taken, I think this is now year 11 in the English schools system (possibly 11th grade in America) .
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