A/N: Hey, so my name's Kristin. This is basically my spin on the brothers's story. I always wondered what their journey would be like if they had a girl tag along, so thats what I've basically done. I've tried staying as true to the brothers' quick wit and sarcastic humor as much as possible. Hope you like it! Leave comments and enjoy!
THEN
The Winchester men stared at an open grave, but this time they weren't there to burn the bones of the long-dead corpse. Rain pattered against their umbrellas as they said their goodbyes to a dear friend.
"So, she died the same way mom did?" a young Dean asked his father.
"Yeah." John Winchester replied.
"Was it the…"
John sighed. I don't know Dean."
"Dad." A four-year old Sam tugged on his father's jacket.
John picked up his young boy and held him against his hip. He watched as they lowered his dead wife's best friend Maureen, into the ground. He mentally kicked himself for not noticing the signs that he missed once four years ago. Now it was happening all over again, and another child was without a mother.
"John." John's best friend, Bobby Singer, patted John's shoulder. "We better go."
"Demon hunting is no life for a baby, Bobby."
"It ain't no life for Sam and Dean either. It's just the card they all got dealt. There isn't any place else this kid can go to, John. And who knows? The demon might come back for her. She's safer with you and the boys."
John nodded sadly. He had no idea how he was going to raise three kids on his own on the road, but Maureen had appointed him as the baby's legal guardian. He couldn't figure that one out. John placed Sam down on the ground. Sam immediately latched hands with Dean. John looked over to the precession of cars that slowly emptied from the cemetery, and waved at Ellen. She'd agreed to take the baby for the first few years, but then John would have to take over when Marie turned five. Ellen had her own kid, Jo, to raise, along with her husband, and a bar full of hunters was no place for a kid either.
"Alright. Let's go boys. Time to hit the road."
Sam and Dean once again followed their dad to the car, wondering what state they'd be in the next morning, and what monster lurked under the bed this time.
-19 YEARS LATER-
NOW
"DEAN!" Marie raced through the maze of trees like the track star she'd once been, her gun loose in her right hand. "Jesus Christ!" She docked under a limb, and body rolled to the ground. She made a quick recovery, leaned up on her knees and aimed at the monster that had been chasing her.
BANG! The shot of the silver bullet rang clear through the full moon-lit night, as the werewolf that had been in pursuit of Marie fell from his leap in the air and crumpled to the ground.
Sam and Dean came crashing through the trees and brush, pistols poised and loaded.
"O.K. Where is it?" Dean asked, pant and panning his gun in a circular motion.
"Oh look. It's my knights waving their steel horses." Marie rolled her eyes and took the outstretched hand Sam offered her. She got up and walked over to the dead wolf, kicking it gently in the ribs, and then giving it one last swift kick. She spat on it. "Jerk. I broke a nail because of you."
"Well, that solves that." Dean said, sticking the gun into its holster on his belt, and wiping his hands together. "I'm starving. Let's go eat."
"Not so fast boys." Marie walked through the trees that lined the road, grabbed two shovels from the back, and threw them at the boys. "Deal's a deal. Killer gets to sit back; losers get to bury the evidence."
The boys grabbed the shovels.
"I told you we shouldn't have split up."
"Sam, shut up."
"O.K. Seriously, I can't handle this country western crap that EVERY diner's gotta play on every jute box." Marie slipped farther down in the booth, pointing a pretend gun to her temples.
Dean slopped down more hash browns and pointed his fork at her. "Don't tempt me little girl."
"Ew. Chew, swallow, then talk." Marie laughed and threw her napkin at Dean's face.
"He's just in a sour mood because you got to the kill first." Sam smiled at Dean and dodged Dean's balled up napkin. "You've had more kills this week than he has."
"Guess that means you owe me a beer." Marie proper her feet up on the booth seat across from her where Dean sat, and crossed her arms behind her.
"You, little lady, are not of legal age to have a beer."
Sam snorted. "Like that ever stopped you."
Dean kicked him under the booth. "You are setting a bad example for her." He swung his fork around like a laser pointer.
Sam threw another napkin at his brother. "Dude, seriously. Don't talk with your mouth full. It's gross."
Marie slurped her vanilla milkshake, and handed it over to Sam for a sip. She allowed herself to sink into this moment. She loved times like these when she and the boys went someplace to eat after a night of hunting. She particularly loved when the boys had to pay. Then she'd order as many waffle fries and milk shakes she wanted.
"Move over there cranky." A strong arm pushed Dean down the booth, almost crushing Marie's legs.
"Hey!" Marie barked, then she looked up. "Bobby!"
"Jerk." Dean muttered as he threw back more greasy food.
"Lickin' your wounds, I see, Dean?"
"Haha, yeah, he is. Marie got the wolf tonight. Tenth demon in a row. " Sam said, shaking Bobby's hand in greeting.
"Guess that means Dean owes her a beer."
"Honestly, you guys must plan this stuff." Dean stuffed a few waffle fries in his mouth.
"Hey, you jerk! Those are mine!" Marie swatted Dean's hand away, then turned to Bobby. "The damn dog chipped my french tips. I just got them done." Marie kissed her finger.
"Haha, she does bring some girlish class to hunting, doesn't she boys?"
Dean grunted and Sam chuckled.
Marie kicked Sam gently. "Get out. I gotta change this droning crap before I shoot that damn box."
Marie got out of the booth and walked over to the jute box, flipping through songs. Her waist long, golden brown hair swished side to side, matching the curves of her body. Her low rise jeans hugged in all the right places, and her dirty, torn up, baggy tee-shirt that was really Dean's, looked just as good on her as a revealing tank top would. The boys watched from the booth as she walked over, noting how every guy in the diner was also watching her every step.
"I'm gonna beat the crap out of that guy in booth four if he doesn't put his tongue back in his mouth." Dean growled.
"Down boy. Little sister isn't so little anymore." Bobby said as he patted Dean's shoulder gently. "You boys gotta learn to accept that. Besides, she can handle herself."
"Hey…" Sam looked towards the clock, and then pulled out his cell phone. "What's tomorrow?"
Bobby looked at his watch, which read midnight. "You mean today? I think the 20th. Why?"
"Oh shi…" Dean leaned his head against the
"Crap." Sam followed suit. "We're dead."
"So dead." Dean muttered.
"Why?" Bobby asked.
"It's her birthday." They muttered in unison.
"Oh yeah. She 19 today ain't she?"
The boys nodded with their heads in their arms. Marie walked to the table, and stared at the boys, questioningly. Sam got out of the booth and walked over to the counter, and struck up a conversation with a pretty waitress. Marie slipped into the booth and watched Sam, death glimmering in her eyes.
She turned back to Bobby and Dean. "He could do better." She stirred the foam at the bottle of her glass as Bobby and Dean continued to stare at her. She looked up. "What?" She barked.
The two men looked in every other direction than her face. "Nothing." They muttered at different times.
Sam came back and slipped into the booth next to Marie.
"Have a good time?" Marie asked curtly.
Sam stared at Marie. "What are you…" He looked at Bobby and Dean who were both shaking their heads, their eyes filled with terror. Sam got the hint.
Just then the busty waitress Sam had been talking to, walked over with a cupcake on a plate. In the center of the cupcake was a lit candle. She and a few of the bus boys sang Happy Birthday, as they walked to the table. Marie's face turned red as she stared at the candle. Dean, Sam and Bobby grinned, and when they were done singing with the waitress, and Marie was done choking on her laughter at how bad they sung, they urged her to blow the candle out and make a wish.
Marie thought long and hard. Just as she was about to, she stalled. "Wait."
"What?" The guys asked.
"This won't have any repercussions will it?"
Bobby laughed. "Girlie, you've been hanging out with these two for too long."
Dean smiled thinly. "Just blow out the damn candle."
Marie closed her eyes, and then blew out the candle, which then lit up after a few seconds. She tried again, and again. "Sam, you jerk! It's a trick candle." She slapped him hard on the shoulder.
"Ow!" He laughed, shielding her blows.
"Sammy!" Dean held up his hand for a high five. Marie kicked him under the table.
"Oh, you two are useless!" She dropped the candle in some water, and then set it aside to dry. She bit into the huge cupcake, savoring its sweet icing. Dean leaned over and swiped some icing on her nose.
Bobby pulled out Marie's camera from her purse and snapped a shot. She play fought with the guys over the cupcake incident and then took more together shots with the guys all sporting white iced noses. On her way out she slipped the candle, and a matchbook and napkin with the diner's restaurant name on it for her scrapbook later. It was the only thing she could do on the road. She scrap booked every placed they'd ever been to and every demon they'd kill. She recorded what happened in each town. It was almost like John's journal, which had become their bible for all the things that make your hair stand on end and that only Stephen King dared to mention. Marie's book had become their only record of their lives. It was their only memories. They didn't have baby pictures, home movies, birthday parties with friends and family. They had nothing but each other and the road.
They said their goodbyes to Bobby, who'd given them a tip about a possible hunt in the next state over. Dean sat in the driver's seat, revving the black 1967 Chevy Impala's engine, Dean's baby, as Marie said goodbye to Bobby.
"Here." He slipped something silver on a long chain. "John told me to hold onto this for you."
Marie looked at the diamond cross, and then placed it around her neck. It hung between her breasts, cooling the skin around it. "Pure silver?"
Bobby flinched when she asked that, and shook his head. "Kid, you have been handing around those two too much. It's not for you to use to ward off what goes bump in the night sweetie." Bobby placed his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently. "It was your mother's."
Marie stared at Bobby, tears forming in her eyes. Then she remembered why it looked so familiar. "Dean's got the same one."
"That's right. Mary gave Maureen one as a sign of friendship. You know those two were very much into their religion."
"If only they knew that those demons in the bible weren't any myth." Marie said sadly.
"Hey." Bobby tapped her chin gently. "Don't you think about the sad stuff. They'll only bring you down. Keep re-living the good memories you've made with the boys. You'll need it to keep doing what you three do."
"Thanks Bobby." Marie hugged him tight.
Dean honked the horn. "Is this love fest done yet?"
"Dean!" Sam yelled from the passenger seat.
Marie flashed Dean the finger, then waved goodbye to Bobby and slipped into the back seat. She leaned against the pillow that she's propped up against the opposite door, and stared at the ceiling of the car. She ran the cross back and forth over the chain.
"Whatcha got there?" Sam asked.
"A silver cross."
"Good. You need one of those." Dean said as he shifted the car into gear and drove out of the parking lot.
"It was my mother's" She said. "Bobby gave it to me."
Dean and Sam exchanged glances, and then stared out at the pitch black road.
"So…Where to guys?" Marie asked.
"Kansas." Dean said cheerily.
"Oh great. A state of a whole lot of nothing. Maybe we'll get lucky and run into Tom Welling filming scenes for Smallville." She said dreamily.
"Ew." Sam whispered.
"I heard that." She hit the back of his seat.
"Well they sure got a whole lot of something going on."
"What do you mean Dean?"
"We got a bit of a vampire nest on the loose out there."
"Oh goodie! My favorite kind of hunt! I better sharpen up my stake."
"Simmer down there Buffy. Don't wet my back seat in anticipation. Ow!"
Marie kicked the driver's seat.
"You little…Ow!" She kicked the seat again.
"Dean, leave her alone."
Marie smiled as she turned towards the seat and curled up. A few minutes later she felt a blanket placed over her and tucked as best as he could, around her body. Sam.
"Did you ever think its weird how she lives for the hunts?" Sam asked with concern in his voice.
"Nah, it's good for her. Keeps her alert."
"Dean, she should be dressing up, going on dates…"
"Getting excited over the latest Brad Pitt movie?"
"Dean…"
"Sam, this is Marie we are talking about her. She isn't a normal chick."
"She isn't a chick, Dean."
"Whatever." Silence took over the car, but only for a minute. "Besides, you wouldn't like the idea of her dating some other guys."
"Dean, she's like our sister."
"Like…Ow! Would you both quit doing that?" Dean rubbed his arm where Sam had punched him.
Marie smiled as she eavesdropped on their conversation. She let the rhythm of the on the road and the engine's hum help her drift into a deep sleep.