AN: Ok so this is my first fanfic on this website and the first time I've done one for supernatural. This is kind of an opener. I hope you like!
CHAPTER ONE
"Phoenix I said no! It's to dangerous and I don't want you to get hurt." I rolled my eyes "If you didn't want me to live like this then you shouldn't have raised me around it!" My dad and I have had this argument so many time before it was starting to seem like a routine. I wanted to join the family business but he wouldn't allow it. "No, I'm sorry your just to young and I would be to busy worrying about you the whole time and wouldn't be able to concentrate on the job. Anyways you're a teenage girl shouldn't you be at dances or shopping with friends, not something like this." That comment really pissed me off and I threw my hands up onto my hips. "Excuse me? Why because I don't have balls! Way to be sexist dad, and don't you dare pull that age shit with me. I happen to know you work with a guy who has two sons and one is my age and has been doing it for years!" I saw the look of surprise cross over his face and smirked. "Ya, that's right I know about them I do my research. Not so sneaky are you" I crossed my arms in front of me. "And I'm not some porcelain doll, I'm seventeen I'm not going to break. You don't need to constantly watch me, I've had plenty of training and can take care of myself" I saw a look of frustration etch itself onto his face and he sighed deeply. "I know you could protect yourself, do you think I would leave you at home by yourself if I didn't think you could? I'm sorry the answer is still no, I will not allow you to live your life like this it's a shit way to live Phoenix. I want you to finish school, get a job and start a normal family with that little white picket fence and children running around, not you running around with the risk of being killed and that's final." He said that with such closure I knew that it was the end of this argument and it pissed me off, so I did the only thing I could think of. I acted like your typical teenage drama queen, screaming in frustration while stomping my foot and knocking some items off the table before turning around and stomping forcefully to my room. "Fuck you Bobby, fuck you." then I slammed my door and leaned against it. I had my eyes shut when I heard something smash in the other room. Calling him Bobby had hurt and I knew it, to him that would be like me telling him that I hated him and for a second I really did regret it, but only for a second. I knew I was being way over dramatic but I was tired of him telling me that I couldn't do something that I really wanted to do. Pushing myself away from the door I pulled my over night bag from under my bed and started to shove clothing and other necessities into it. I had about twenty minutes before him came and knocked on my door with a big apologetic smile and a plate of cookies, it may have been my fault but I was daddies little girl as he put it and he always blamed himself. After I shoved most of my things in the bag and zipped it tight I grabbed my wad of cash from under my mattress and stuffed it into the pocket of my low-rise jeans. I walked over to my window and opened it as quietly as I could before throwing my bag out and then sitting on the ledge with my legs hanging over the side. I looked back at my room and noticed an old picture of my mother and father sitting on my bedside table. I quickly climbed back in a grabbed it before facing the door. "Bye daddy" Then I turned back to the window and was gone.
Name: Phoenix Singer
Age: 22(17 in this part and next)
Occupation:Hunter
Look: Medium length dark brown hair and green eyes. She has a thin athletic build but is still curvy and reaches a height of 5 foot 7. She's a jeans and t-shirt type girl but non of her clothes are baggy. You can occasionally catch her in a skirt especially if she needs to look super cute and innocent to fool the pool table guys and win all their money. She is never without her leather jacket and usually wears her hair up in a messy ponytail.
Family: Her father is Bobby Singer and her mother is deceased.
Personality and Quirks: She's hot tempered and sarcastic but can be very caring and friendly. She loves joking around and laughing. She's actually very intelligent and loves to read and tends to ramble when nervous and burst out laughing in awkward situations. She always fidgets, bounces and is unable to stay still which drives people crazy sometimes. She's very picky about how old food is and won't eat anything unless she knows when it was bought, but she loves all food and can eat a lot of it without affecting her thin frame, but if distracted will go a couple of meals without eating and not ever realize it. She loves drinking coffee or energy drinks and is a very good fighter. She's very hyper at times and can be a very good listener. Also a large klutz. She loves Waffles, grilled cheese, healthy food, gummy bears and pie.
Alright! First chapter done! I know it's kind of short but trust me they get much longer. What do you guys think? Any tips you guys have would be awsome please review! :)