John Winchester

Dean Winchester

Original Character - Lindsey Winchester

I do not own Supernatural, I do own Lindsey and her truck.

r & r please

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I don't remember my mother. I've only seen her in pictures and stories from Dad. But…all that has ever really stuck with me were the stories of the Demon that had killed her, and how close it had come to almost killing me.

Growing up wasn't easy. With two older brothers and a father, it was hard being the only girl. As I matured into my teen years, my father could barely look me in the eye for but a few seconds. I was a mini-model of my mother, except for the blonde hair, mine was dark brown like my father's, but I had her eyes and features. I hated seeing the pain in his face every time he darted his eyes away from my gaze.

It had been four years since Sam had left for college, I had been 15 at that time. He kept his same cell number, but I never really called him. I couldn't understand how he could leave us like that. After everything that we'd been through…how could you just up and leave your family behind…

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Present Day

Lindsey Age 19

Gas station 1 hour outside of Sioux Falls, SD

Enroute to Bobby's

20:00 hours

Dean eased the Impala along side the gas pump behind Dad's truck. I stared at my lap, fiddling with my thumbs. We'd been on the road for several hours on our way to Bobby's. Dad wouldn't give us any details other than Bobby thought he had a lead on the Demon. So of course, we went without any questions.

"Hey," Dean spoke up from the driver's seat next to me as he killed the engine. "You alright? You've been quiet."

I broke my gaze from my hands and looked over at my eldest brother. His green/hazel eyes soft with concern. I held his gaze for a moment before I spoke, deciding on what to say. "I don't know…its just…." I hesitated as tears stung at my eyes. I tore my eyes away from him, dropping them to my hands again. I hated showing emotions like this. I was stronger than this.

"Hey, Linz, honey I get it-" He turned and draped his arm over the back of the seat before I cut him off. I was tired of the fake attempts each and every year at this time. No one could comprehend this…so I snapped.

"Do you?! How could you possibly understand how I feel?" I barked at him, meeting his eyes once again. "My birthday is tomorrow, Dean. When was the last time that we celebrated it? Huh?!" My voice cracked slightly as my eyes drilled into his. He lay silent and dropped his gaze from me. "Exactly. How could you possibly begin to understand what I go through each year? Do you have any idea how it feels to have Dad look at me the way he does?! That I'm a constant reminder of Mom? No, you don't, cuz you were lucky enough that Mom wasn't murdered on your birthday." I yanked the door handle and stepped out of the Impala, slamming the door violently behind me as I stormed into the mini mart.

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Dean sighed and opened his door and stepped out to the gas pump. John was standing at the tailgate of his truck, eyeing his son. Dean met his gaze as he placed the gas nozzle into the Impala. He stepped toward John and opened his mouth to speak but his father beat him to it.

"I heard." John's voice was low and solemn. "Finish up out here. I'll get her." John shoved his hands in his jeans pockets and strode into the mini mart. The door chimed as he entered the run down store. He made his way over to the cooler for a couple waters as he scanned the few aisles for Lindsey. He spotted her an aisle over and his hunter senses went on alert.

There was a man standing next to her.

He forgot about the water and quickly made his way around the end cap towards his daughter, but he was too late.

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I stood in the random snack aisle of the convenience store. I wasn't really looking for anything, just staring at something to take a breather and get my mind back in order. I hated feeling like this. I felt weak, and that was the worst possible feeling when you're a Winchester. You needed to be on your game at all times, and I struggled with that every year at this time. I couldn't help it, no matter how hard I tried shoving it down in a hole, it always reared its head this time of year.

A man walked up next to me in the aisle, jarring me from my thoughts. I hadn't heard the door open aside from my father walking in. There was something off about this guy's presence. He stood a little too close for my comfort. That was when the alarms started going off in my head.

"Hello, Lindsey." His voice sent an ice cold shiver down my spine. I whirled to face him and before I could raise a hand to strike him, his eyes stopped me in my tracks.

Yellow….yellow eyes…

I made the worst mistake any hunter could've possibly made. I froze. I had been in a weakened state due to my emotions and my guard had been down.

An evil grin spread across his face as he swiftly reached out and placed two fingers on my temples. My eyes rolled back and every ounce of strength rushed out of me. Blackness enveloped my vision and my knees buckled as I collapsed to the floor.