Fic: 1x01 Pilot
Title: Hands in the Sky
Summary: Introducing Juliana Winchester… Sam and Dean's sister. Wonder what kind of trouble she'll bring with her.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for Juliana.
Episode 1x01: Pilot
Lawrence, Kansas : November 2, 1983
22 years ago
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A blonde woman entered the baby's room holding her oldest son. "Come on, let's say goodnight to your brother and sister." She let the boy down on the floor and he ran over to his brother fussing in the cradle. "Night, Sammy." He laid a kiss on the baby's forehead. Then he went over to his sister dosing off in her little bed. "Night, Jules." She opened her eyes when she felt the bed dip down, and let out a little giggle. "Dee." She gurgled out. That made him giggle as well, and laid the same kiss on her forehead. Her mom came over and stood behind her son. She brushed back her daughter's bangs and told her a sweet goodbye.
"Hey, Dean." They all heard from the doorway. The oldest son immediately got off of the bed and ran to his father and jumped into his arms. "So what do you think? Do you think Sammy is ready to through around a football?" He asked. Then he made his way over to his only daughter's bed and gazed down at her. "Hey, Jules."
She looked up at him, and gave him a big, yet drowsy smile. "Dada!"
"How's my little girl?" He asked with wonder in his eyes. She'd grown so big. Her dark hair, which came from his side of the family, had grown a little bit longer over the past few months. They were going to have to give her another haircut. Her hazel eyes were starting to droop lower and lower, so he decided to let her sleep. "Love you, sweetheart." He heard the familiar "Loves you." slurred out, and felt a twinge in his heart. His family was certainly everything to him. "Sweet dreams, Sam." He said to his youngest child, and then left the room.
Maybe if they had stayed longer in the room or maybe if they took that family vacation that they were planning to go on for months. Maybe then the following events wouldn't have happened. Maybe they would have stayed a perfect family. Maybe.
Within a matter of minutes, the lights started to flicker, Sammy's mobile started to malfunction, and the clock stopped ticking. Juliana heard someone in her and Sammy's room so she opened her eyes slightly. Seeing a large man in front of her brother's crib, and thinking it was her Daddy she let out another gurgle. The man turned around and gave a gentle hush. She quieted down right away, but continued to watch. Sammy must have seen him, too, because he started to fuss around. Her Daddy said something to her brother that quieted him as well. Then she heard a noise by the door, and noticed that her Mommy got up. Her smile got bigger. It lessened when her Mommy left the room, but within a couple of minutes she was back again, but something wasn't right.
John heard his wife's scream coming from upstairs, and immediately went to go find out what was wrong. "Mary! Mary!" He ran up the steps, but when he went to Sammy and Jules' room, everything seemed to be in order. Maybe he was dreaming. He quickly looked around, and then went to see if his kids were alright. Sammy was staring right back at him, when he saw a strange droplet on the baby blanket. Then he heard his daughter sniffle. He went over to check on her, when he saw that she was sitting on her bed against the wall, staring at the ceiling. She seemed perfectly normal, but then one tear fell down her cheek. There was no way to expect what he had seen on the ceiling. His beautiful wife, staring back at him, with her stomach full of blood. Then all of a sudden she burst into flames.
He reacted quickly, and grabbed Sammy from his crib. He went outside into the hall and handed his youngest son over to his oldest son. "Take your brother outside as fast as you can. Don't look back. Now, Dean! Go!" When he saw the flames reaching farther out into the hallway, he prayed that his daughter would be okay. He ran back into the room, and saw that she was in the same position as before. Staring up at ceiling. He picked her up with one of his arms, and carried her downstairs. When he reached his other two children, he picked them up with his free arm, and sprinted them farther across the yard.
When the fire trucks, police and ambulances got there, all four of the surviving Winchesters were in shock. They knew that from that moment on, their lives would never stay the same.
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Sunnyvale, California : Present
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Juliana Winchester was in the middle of finalizing a sale on the most expensive kayak in the store when the phone rang. "Wilson's Outdoors Shop. This is Juliana speaking, how may I help you?" There was a slight hesitation on the other end of the line. "Hello? Wilson's Outdoors Shop."
A masculine voice cleared his throat. She heard him inhale before saying, "Dad's missing…" Dean. She didn't know what shocked her the most. Dean actually calling her or Dean calling her about dad. Either way, Juliana knew that this was one phone call that didn't need an audience. "Hold on a second." She softly said into the phone, and then she called one of her co-workers to help her customer. She took the wireless phone into the back, and then went outside to have more privacy.
"What do you mean Dad's missing? When was the last time you talked to him?" She heard him scoff into the phone. Leaning against the back of the store, she closed her eyes slightly. This is so awkward. While growing up she and Dean always had a loving brother/sister relationship, that is until he decided to walk in their father's footsteps. Sure she helped her dad in his current cases every week and even saved his ass one or twice, it was like she dipped her foot into it, but Dean jumped in and the water was way passed his head.
After she graduated high school, Dean couldn't understand why she wouldn't go on the road with him and Dad. Then he turned furious when he found out that she was off hunting on her own. He would never understand how she felt about the whole situation, but at the same time, he never really took the time to talk to her about it. The last time they talked was about two months ago, and one of her cases went sour. She called him and her Dad up, and asked him to vanquish this one vengeful spirit. They came down and while they were fighting the latest big bad, she got herself shot. It wasn't serious, barely a graze, but Dean blew up at her. Screaming about how if she learned out to fight properly, and if she was a little more careful, she wouldn't get shot every other week. She then defended herself by saying that some people are more than just their job, and that she 'has another life outside of this dysfunctional hellhole'. He left the motel room that he and their dad were staying at, and hadn't talked to her since. Her Dad just stood there taking it all in, and when she went to apologize, he just gave her a kiss on the forehead and sent her on her way.
"He went on a hunting trip in Jericho three weeks ago and then I got this random voice mail from him. Have you heard from him?" Juliana could practically hear his jaw clench. He's always so impatient.
"I haven't talked to him in a while, maybe like almost a month? Have you asked Sam, yet?" As soon as she heard his pause, she knew that he hadn't. "You should give him a call, or a visit or something, Dean. He is family."
"Yeah, well. I was going to ask you if you wanted to help me look for Dad. Maybe ask Sammy, too. You in?"
"Dean… I have work. I can't just up and leave, you know that. How about we go next weekend? I have Thursday to Sunday off." She was interrupted with a sharp laugh.
"Of course. And then when we find him, it'll be a corpse that'll help us find mom's killer. Great job."
"Dean…"
"No, it's okay. I shouldn't even have asked you. See you around."
She was about to try and defend herself, but was met with the dial tone. She immediately tried to call Sam, but all she got was his answering machine. She hung up right away. After brushing a hand through her hair to get herself centered, she went back inside. "My life's awesome." She whispered to herself sarcastically. Going up to the front of the store, she put the phone back in the holder. Trying to paste a fake smile on her face, she went and asked the closest costumer if they needed any help.
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Juliana and Sam were never as close as she and Dean were. That is, when they were younger. As they grew up, and when Sam wanted to go to college, they started to click more. Never really having a solid home, she grabbed at the opportunity in Sunnyvale, California. The place was beautiful, it had some woods not that far away, and it was only 25 minutes away from her younger brother. They used to just have random visits to one another when he started college, but when she first rented her apartment Sam, Jess and she would have small dinners every Sunday. It turned into a healthy routine, and it also helped her relationship with Sam. She understood his need for a normal life, and he understood her need for a little adventure with her hunting trips. She also became great friends with Jess. Jess was pretty much the only girl that Juliana let herself be normal around. They would talk all the time, getting and giving advice like two regular girls did. There wouldn't be a weekend that passed where they didn't talk.
So when she didn't get a call from Jess or Sam about Sunday dinner, she got a little antsy. She assumed that Dean called Sam and then they maybe went to go and find their dad, but she knew that he had an interview in like 9 hours and he never called to talk about what happened.
Juliana was in the middle of washing dishes when she felt that annoying sensation in the pit of her stomach. It wasn't new to her, but it only ever happened when she was out hunting. It only took her a couple of minutes to understand that something was wrong, so she ran out of her apartment, and jumped into her car. She was at Sam and Jess' place within fifteen minutes. Her eyes widened when she saw Dean's 1967 Chevy Impala about to pull away from the house. She quickly flashed her high beams at him, and thankfully that stopped him. She slammed her car into park, and ran inside Sam's house. Dean followed quickly after her, and they were running through the door when they heard Sam screaming Jess' name and then a big explosion of fire. "No. Not again!" She screamed out. She ran even faster up the steps, and stopped suddenly when she saw one of her best friends on the ceiling bleeding with fire all around her, just like her mother had looked 22 years before. Dean saw his sister's state, and grabbed Dean himself. Then he gave her a sharp shove out of the room to get her feet moving, all the while trying to keep Sam from hurting himself by going to save Jess.
It seemed like forever until the fire trucks and police got there. His sister was sitting on the roof of the Impala just like she had all those years ago. She just blankly stared into the flames that were coming from the second-story window. Dean gave his head a slight shake, and made his way to his brother's side. While Sam was loading up the sawed-off shotgun, all Dead could do was just stare at him. He looked just like his father did. With a small sniffle and large exhale, Sam threw the gun into the trunk. The only thing he said was, "We've got work to do." and shut the trunk. Dean just nodded, giving Sam his full support; he was going to need it. Seeing Sammy slid into the passenger seat, he looked up to his sister. Walking slowly to the front of the car where she sat, he asked her what she wanted to do. Giving him a quick glance before walking to her car right next to his, she said, "Follow me to my apartment. I need to make some final arrangements." And shut her driver's door. Giving his face a hard rub, he climbed into his baby. 'Yeah.' He said to himself. 'We've got work to do.'