Chapter One-The Great Escape
This is my first fanfiction so I would really appreciate it if you could review please, then I know whether to carry on with the story or not. I do have a habit of being long winded when I write and very descriptive so if it's too much please let me know, I don't want to bore anyone! Yes, it is a sister fic but I promise to make it different from the rest as she is not what she seems. This chapter is set in 4x11 Lazarus Rising and is where my story is going to start from. The chapter kind of focuses on Kate as I want people to really understand her but I'm going to spread her description over a lot of chapters as I have a lot to say about her. Anyway I hope you enjoy it and I would really appreciate it if you could review please as I am sitting my GSCE's at the moment and your opinion's would make this week a lot better. Thank you for reading my story.
Kate Winchester saw herself as average. When she looked at her older brother Dean and her younger brother Sam she saw so much personality within and a fire in their eyes which not even an onslaught of ruthless demons and other beings which defied the laws of physics could quell. This determination had been inherited and nurtured by their father, John Winchester, whom having lost his love at the hands of a demon with bright yellow eyes had dedicated his life to justice. Dean's wish to amount to his father's courage and honour fuelled his desire to fight the supernatural, whilst Sam's passion to defy his father's authority kept him in the fight.
So far, Kate had found nothing to motivate her in this uneasy lifestyle. She loved her brothers more than anything and would gladly sacrifice herself without a question but the sudden death of her father had left her damaged, in fact broken. Then there was Dean. She had always seen Dean's valiant act of selling his soul and buying himself a one way ticket to the pit as a selfless act, but now she was picking up the pieces and she began to resent the idea that Dean's actions were virtuous. She now saw the turbulent mess that he had left behind, and what remained of Sam Winchester.
It was these contrasting opinions in her mind that confused her more than anything. She could live with the fact that she showed little emotion and wore a thick iron shield which prevented anyone aside from immediate family from getting close to her as this could be excused by an absent father. Her clumsiness and dark sense of humour could be pinned on genes or upbringing. What she hated the most about herself was the fact that every thought she had, she contradicted. This was Kate Winchester, a walking contradiction. She was caring and listened when it came to other people's feelings but her emotional armour prevented her from letting anyone else inside her head. She was self-sacrificing and brave when it came to her occupation but she shunned anyone else who took the same actions, calling them selfish. She was very outspoken and had strong opinions on everything but she would quickly withdraw any comments she made out of fear of hurting people.
What she needed was for someone to save her from her fragile state due to the constant threat of depression. Dad was gone, Dean was gone, Sam had gone off the deep end and Bobby was usually unreachable when it came to family psychiatry. She had never thought of herself falling in love. Her job demanded isolation and independence. However, she had seen hunters travel as couples, yet their devotion lead them to sacrifice, and she had seen the despair in their partner's eyes as they watched their other half torn apart by a ruthless coven of vampires, or werewolves or the occasional seriously pissed off spirit. She could never watch someone she had dedicated her life to, and had given her heart and soul to die in front of her. In the supernatural world, falling in love was like sticking a bullseye to your chest as it encouraged demons to use more exciting ways to inflict physiological trauma on their victims before tearing the flesh from their bones. Pessimism. Another word frequently associated with Kate.
Bobby Singer's gruff voice echoed through the panelled walls of the Singer family home in South Dakota and woke Kate from her deep sleep into the early hours of the afternoon which occurred about once a year.
"Kate!" he bellowed. "You're gonna wanna see this!"
Mustering the energy to sit up she cried "It's early, can't it wait?"
Bobby sniggered at a new inside joke he had developed with the information that had just entered through his front door. "Well you've only been waiting four months to see this," he thought.
Bobby heard the familiar sound of Kate's muffled footsteps, the old floorboards creaking under the small force her frail frame exerted on the staircase. She wasn't small, but she wasn't tall either. She was an average height. The tall and bulky genes that had created Dean and Sam Winchester had skipped the middle generation and had left Kate small and seemingly fragile.
She finally emerged into the bright light of the kitchen and covered her eyes with her hands as the glare of the sun shone through the kitchen window and burned her pale skin. She was dressed in loose fitting black jogging pants and an oversized purple t-shirt with a blue care bear in the centre.
"Nice shirt. Really brings out the maturity in you," barked a recognizable husky voice from the corner of the kitchen. Lowering her thin bruised wrists to rest below her chin, she peered into the corner. Leaning against the refrigerator she saw a fairly tall figure, dressed in washed denim and a navy blue shirt. Her eyes travelled further and saw a familiar square jaw that wasn't, piercing eyes which reverted from green to hazel depending on the light and golden brown hair which was styled at the top but cut close at the sides. A few moments later she realised and the image hit her with the force and shock of a tidal wave.
"Dean?" she exclaimed.
"In the flesh," smirked Dean, the trademark cocky smile spread across his lips.
"The question is what's wearing it!" snarled Kate grasping the vial of holy water she always kept in her pocket as a precaution and flung the clear liquid in his face.
"Come on! Twice in ten minutes!" shouted Dean reaching for the cloth that he had used to dry his face earlier when Bobby had taken the same precaution.
"That's one hundred percent human smart ass over there," said Bobby with a confused look upon his face.
"Dean!" Kate bounded over to the brother she never thought she'd see again and stood on her toes, wrapping her thin, pale arms around his neck.
"Hey short-ass," Dean laughed as he lifted his sister's slight and flimsy body up off the kitchen floor and shook her like a rag doll.
"I see the attitude's still there," Kate sighed as Dean placed her back on solid ground. "What happened? How are you out of the pit?" she questioned whilst pouring herself a glass of water.
"One minute I was surrounded by Hell, the next I was clawing myself out of my grave," Dean explained taking his place leaning on the refrigerator. "Where's Sam?" he asked looking around the kitchen checking if he was hiding behind the door, or in a cupboard.
"He's alive, as far as I know," sighed Bobby, a look of worry flashed across his face.
"What do you mean as far as you know?" asked Dean who was now pacing back and forth.
"I haven't talked to him in months" Bobby replied looking at Kate who nodded, agreeing with his statement.
"He kinda went off by himself," said Kate her forehead suddenly creased with anger as she answered, but she quickly withdrew and buried this emotion afraid of shunning Sam's actions, as she was surprised that she hadn't taken that road also.
"You should have been looking after him," barked Dean. He then looked at Bobby apologetically as Kate was safe, and he had Bobby to thank for making sure his younger sister wasn't torn apart by the supernatural. She seemed so fragile on her own at the moment that she would break in two if she crossed paths with a demon.
"Have you any idea what got you out?" asked Kate trying to break the ice.
"Whatever it was it was bad mojo. The grave site, it was like a nuke went off. Then this force, presence. I don't know but it blew past me at a fill up joint," explained Dean wincing when he remembered the ear splitting sound that had shattered the windows at the gas station. "Then there's this," he continued lifting up his sleeve to reveal a hand print engraved into his shoulder, the skin scorched a deep pink.
Bobby stood up immediately and walked over to the intriguing mark on Dean's arm his face plagued with questions. "What in the hell?" he said staring at the ridges in Dean's shoulder which defined four fingers, a thumb and a palm so clearly.
"Looks like a demon yanked me out" said Dean.
"He must have had a pretty good reason for yanking you out Dean. What would he or it want with you?" Kate asked, staring at the print on his arm, fascinated.
"To hold up their end of the bargain," Dean said as realisation flooded his face. The thought made his stomach churn as the previous year and four months were going to repeat themselves, yet his younger brother will be playing the part and he wasn't sure the hellspawn would like him downstairs, well demons don't like any humans, but him being Azazel's prodigy and a great enemy of Lilith would make him appear at the top of the torture list.
"You think Sam made a deal?" said Bobby and Kate in unison, as they were made aware of Sam's possible actions whilst he had been gone.
"It's what I would have done," Dean sighed.
"Maybe we should ask him ourselves. If we can get hold of him," suggested Kate. She then exited the kitchen and returned to her room to get properly before they went on a hunt for her estranged younger brother.
"I think I know how to," Dean said to Bobby picking up the telephone receiver and dialling a number.
