Moon Shine

Hello there! My Name is Em (previously Emmeline's Embers), and this is the repost of my FIRST story ever on fanfiction (I think, it might have been Ember), and I'm reposting every chapter written for your enjoyment. Hopefully, that'll mean quick updates.

Warning: I am from the south, and so are my characters. There will be "y'all" and "ain't" thrown around quite a bit in my dialogue, even if I myself would never say it.

The moonlight shows everything for what it really is. During the night time, the Moon's Kingdom, people do their evil deeds with misfortune and secrecy. Secrets rein in this Kingdom with the affairs of others, mingling, fusing together in a midnight dance.

For a hunter such as herself, it is the time when the publics' prying eyes, clouded with the ignorance of denial towards what is really in bumping in the dark, do not touch her so freely.

Even with this supposed moonlight cover, Blaise, who knew the moonlight for what it really was, continued to cover her tracks with lies and precaution; a last ditch attempt at safety for herself and her sister. They knew full well what law enforcement could do to them for digging up bodies and burning them with salt.

"Alright, after the fire goes out we need to put the dirt back." Blaise cut her eyes over to her companion, "Think we got enough time to roll the sod back in place before sun rise?"

Blaire looked at her phone screen with distain before she nodded, "Well, it's only two. Ought to be done an' out of here with plenty of time for a shower before we gotta get the hell out of Dodge."

Blaise, who was covered in dirt from head to toe, only nodded her head as she fixed her long red hair into a pony tail at the crown of her head, the layers falling stubbornly towards her face, the shovel supported under her elbow. "Then let's roll. I wanna be home in time for Mom's home cooking and Blaine getting his ass kicked into next Sunday."

The other girl smirked, "Right?"

They climbed out of the deep, dark hole only to fill their shovels once again with dirt, flinging it back into the grave. There was always left over dirt. It never goes back in the way it comes out, the Earth's natural packing process never one to be replicated.

"Think Maw will invite Bobby over?" Blaire lifted her left eyebrow mischievously towards the older girl, an evil glint in her eyes that twinkled with the moonlights' influence. "You know they're sweet on each other!"

Blaise stood up a little straighter, expression stoned to an unearthly calm, continuing to dig like she had not heard her.

"What's the matter?"

She sighed, "Nothing. I just don't understand why you are so eager to get her partnered off with someone else. She's perfectly fine by herself."

"Blay, she isn't and you know it. Ever since Dad took off with that woman she's been lonely. I know you see that." Blaire nudged her sibling with her elbow between scoops of dirt, her thick southern accent enhancing itself with the words she had pressed through her teeth. "Don't you want her to be happy?"

Blaise stopped mid dig to look at her sister with an irked expression, "You're kidding right? I'm perfectly fine with her being with other men. Dad has been gone far too long for me to even care anymore." Eyes rolled as anger flashed in her midnight blue eyes, "It's him that I have a problem with."

While Blaise did not have an accent, her time traveling around the country before the birth of her sister had beat it out of her, she could accentuate words as well as her Memphis breed sibling. Chills ran down spines when she hissed the pronoun, the evil she was exposed to at an early age presenting itself clearly. "I have a bad feeling about him. He will bring something bad with him in his luggage, I can feel it."

She had to laugh out loud at her sister. Blaise always had these "funny feelings" about things and people, but she shouldn't really find humor in this. Every one of them had come true so far.

A green screen door pulled open, footsteps echoed through the yellow house in a country, home-like way. Shouts ran out, welcoming and loving, littered with happiness and laughter.

"Blay! Blaire Bear!" More footsteps, quicker this time, beat on the ancient but well kept hard wood floor. "There are my baby girls! How convenient of you two to show up at dinner time!" Hands propped on her hips, the forty-six year old gave her daughters a stern look of a mother, "Apparently neither of y'all were bothered enough to pick up a phone to warn your poor, unsuspecting mother! I would ask if you were raised by wolves but I already know the answer."

Blaire pulled her lips over her teeth in a sheepish smile, ducking as she passed her mother, leaving the blame to the older female.

"Aw, Mom, I'm sorry. My phone is dead and I was in a hurry to get my BACK STABBING teenage sister back home to our poor, unsuspecting mother." She smiled before backing out her mothers' failed attempt at a hug. "So what did we miss, Sandra Faye?"

Sandra rolled her eyes at her eldest as she turned around, walking to the kitchen while talking over her shoulder, "Nothing much. The heat has been unreal,"

"Then you shouldn't be making up lies mother!"

Pointedly ignoring the comment, Sandra turned into the kitchen filled with warm aromas of home cooking only a southern kitchen could produce, "And Bobby has been helping Blaine with his aim."

Now it was Blaise would chose to ignore pointedly, an awkward silence permeating throughout the sunshine colored room.

Sandra Faye coughed, covering her mouth with her hand, "So, how 'bout staying the night Blay? I doubt you want to drive all the way to Millington tonight with all the commotion going on."

"Yeah, I'll stay. I doubt Dad will mind feeding Midnight for one more day." Blaise rolled her eyes when her mothers' back stiffened at one word. "But we still have to settle one argument: my birthday."

Sandra whirled around, a nasty gleam in her eyes as they focused on the red head, her black hair stopping its movement seconds after the rest of her body. "Must we have this argument every year? Why on Earth must you insist on not celebrating? Your brother and sister don't mind, why do you?"

"Maybe it's because they are teenagers. Adding stupidity and your brainwashing into the mix just leaves them obedient and boring." She winked at her mother, "You know that's just not my style. Face it, Hun, you'd be bored to tears if you didn't have your Bastard Child to contradict you."

"Blaise Emmeline! Don't you speak about that in my house, girl! I'll wipe that big brain of yours straight off your head, you know I will." Sandra cut her eyes at the offender while she stirred the mash potatoes with an egg beater. "Just because you're turning twenty eight does not mean you're immune to an ass whoopin'!"

Blaise couldn't help but laugh at her mothers' threats. She knew that she'd follow them through if provoked, she being the only child to actually make her mom mad enough to actually do it, more than once, would know. Rebellion was one thing that always showed itself among her characteristics as she grew up.

"Just like your father!" Sandra Faye muttered, catching the girls' undivided attention. "Those damn thick Irish roots only showed up in you! It couldn't have been my Cherokee ones like your brother and sisters have, no!" She beat the mash potatoes harder, bringing the bowl to her chest before she spoke up, stating a clear, "Just because I wasn't married to Sully when you were born doesn't make you a 'Bastard Child,' as you so crudely put it!"

"A child born out of wedlock is a 'Bastard,' mother."

"Don't argue with me Emmeline! You are having a birthday party and that is the end of it!"

"Fine, but if you want me there you'll have to drag me, because I will not go willingly."

Sandra Faye's eyes narrowed to slits as she thought of ways to ensure her daughters presence. "You know, Bobby has two nephews who owe him some favors. Strong hunter boys, the way I hear it, and I bet you they could drag you here, willing or not."

Determination shown through midnight blue orbs strongly, a left eyebrow raise defiantly. "Bring it on, Mother."

"Maw," the squeaky, choir boy like voice shouted from the staircase as footsteps frantically rang throughout the yellow house. "Is Blaise really here?"

The look of surprise made the moment unforgettable to her, just like the other times she had come back home. Her little brother adored her, something she was sure would disappear after puberty, and he tried his hardest to get her to move back in with them. Something that probably would end with more pain than a happy family should create.

"Blainy, baby!" Blaise rose from her seat at the table to hug the smiling little boy, savoring the moment and reserving it for a rainy day. "Did you honestly think I'd miss your first football game? What kind of older sister would I be?"

"A typical one," his brown eyes rolled, looking so much like her in that moment, the familiar facial expressions made it so that her reflection was staring back at her. "But, I'm glad you're not like that, Emmeline."

"Oh, hush now, Blaine Thierry." Blaise accentuated with a fake French accent as thick as Charlemagne himself. "So, how has your aim been coming along?"

A blush spread thick over his skin as his lips pulled sheepishly over his braces, "Good, I guess. Bobby has been helping me. He even let me borrow his .45!"

Blaise had to tightly control the frown that tried to form on her pink lips, "Is that so?"

"Yeah! I shot a bull's eye the other day, honest! It's hanging up on the ceiling in my room. Bobby let me use the nail gun to hang it, too." The boy's enthusiasm almost reached her before he decided to add in an excited, "And, he's coming to dinner tonight, too!"

Her back stiffened to a point of pain, eyes closed, fist balled together, and forced breath came through flared nostrils as she counted to ten, the gun tucked into her waistband itching to be drawn. She couldn't help the narrowed eyes aimed precisely at Sandra Faye with absolute distain.

How can one person be so manipulative without actually being a demon?

"Emmeline, don't you give me that look. I am the adult here and I make the decisions. I would say that if you don't like it you can live with your father, but last time you took me up on the offer." She put the freshly fried okra on a paper towel covered plate, "You need to control that anger! It's the Devil's work, I tell you!"

Sandra Faye looked at her cross hanging next to the doorway, sending a silent prayer upwards before turning back towards her eldest, "Now, sit your ungrateful ass down at the table. You will be civil tonight, Emmeline."

While it was rebellion that pumped through her veins when she saw a stop sign, it was unadulterated mutiny at the dinner table.

Blaise and Sandra Faye have never gotten along. This was a known fact from the second Sandra first held the baby in her eighteen year old arms. From that moment on it was worse than an uphill battle while tied to boulders being pulled in the opposite direction by elephants.

When Sandra Faye prayed for patience and strength, Blaise argued hypocrisy. While Sandra could not tell a believable lie, even to herself, Blaise fabricated full proof stories convincingly and without fail.

Blaise ran her fingers through Blaine's black hair idly as she remained stiffened. "When will he be over, Blainy?"

Sandra Faye spoke up from the kitchen counter, her long, shining black hair swaying in its ponytail, her movements constricted to the stove top area as she stirred purple hull peas. "He should be showing up anytime with our other guests."

"Thank you, Blaine for the answer," her words biting deep into the rivets of the tense conversation, even when her interest was piqued at the mention of other guests. "I truly appreciate it."

"Hello, Bobby!" Sandra Faye took light, lady like steps towards him to give him a dainty hug. "I trust y'alls trip was well?

Bobby grinned sheepishly at her, his eyes crinkling in delight as he took of his hat, "Yes, ma'am." He wrapped his burly arms around her slender waist as he turned them around to the two men standing awkwardly behind him in the doorway, catching Emmelines' grimace as he did so. "I would like you to meet Sam and Dead Winchester."

Hand gestures were made, warm smiles, all fake, were pushed around like a typical southern introduction.

When they finally stepped into the house, looking around politely as possible, they finally noticed her and Blaine sitting at the antique wooden table.

They couldn't do anything before Sandra's overly warm voice met her ears like the biggest "fuck you," in Tennessee. "Blaise can you please go get your sister and wash up for dinner?"

Translation: "Get your ass upstairs and change. You look like a fucking hooker, trollop."

"Why, yes, mother dearest, I would absolutely love to." A smile and a wink graced her pretty face as she got up from the chair and walked towards the stairs.

Translation: "I'm going to kill you in your sleep and sell your body to science for that."

The boys smiled at the southern belle as they sat at the long table, watching as she placed the food in the center of the table with lusty eyes.

"Now, boys, this is Blaine, my youngest," Sandra waved an elegant hand towards the ten year old. "The girl that just left is my eldest, Emmeline…"

"Mom, the last thing I need is for more people to call me by my middle name." Blaise called from her position at the foot of the stairs, Blaire standing close behind. She walked over, her cowboy boots clicking on the hardwood, calmly extending her hand out towards Sam Winchester in a way that any feminist would be extremely proud of.

"Hi. My name is Blaise." She switched to shake Dean's hand as soon as she was done with the other boy. "It's nice to meet you!"

Sandra Faye put her hand on her eldest daughters' neck, slyly pinching her with a smile as she stepped on her foot. "And, this is my other daughter, Blaire."

The Winchester boys honestly looked like they were trying to ignore the tension in the room. Well, at least they tried. Dean smirked and gave a poorly hidden suspicious look towards them, while Sam just smiled and nodded.

"So what do you boys do? For a living, I mean."

Plates clinked together as food was passed around, the evening prayer finally finished, and food was being shoveled onto the plates all around.

Sam Winchester covered his mouth with a hand, covering a cough while Dean looked at Bobby, the question in his eyes.

Bobby sat up straighter in his chair, "Well, they are hunters like you. I guess I forgot to mention that?"

Blaise snorted, relief flooding through her as she slouched a little, finally able to get in a comfortable position. "Thanks for telling us," her eyes rolled at the situation. "How long have you been huntin'?"

An eyebrow lifted at her before Dean swallowed his mouth full of food, "As long as we can remember. You?"

She couldn't help but smirk at his horribly covered cocky attitude, but only because she saw through it. "O' Connor family tradition, actually; basically since I could hold a gun."

Sandra Faye laughed an incredibly fake laugh, trying not to show her embarrassment. "Her father wanted her to do it, and by the time I knew to stop it she was already grown." She daintily shook pepper onto her mashed potatoes, "But, as you can see, Blaire and Blaine were not raised that way."

"Even though they want to," all the children rhythmically recited together.

"Which reminds me, Blaise," Blaire finally spoke up from her corner seat, "If you want to, I can find another hunt on the web for us to go on!"

Sandra's eyes rolled at the fourteen year old, "Blaire, you just got back from one. You need to rest up and go school shopping with me and your brother before you go trudging across country with a crazy person."

Blaise sent a small smile Blaire's way, a wink communicating that she would be alright.

"Hmm," Dean swallowed his last mouth full. "That was incredible, Sandy!"

Sandra's eyes focused on the man before a smile lit her slightly wrinkling face, "So, since you're done eating, tell us more about yourselves."

The mental wall that locked itself in his mind almost made an actual sound. He set his jaw at them as he gave a fake smile. Blaise wondered if the non-hunters at the table could see the microscopic change, too.

A hug around the waist, another on her shoulders from behind begging her to stay the night as she pulled the added weight to the front door. It would not stop her from leaving, no matter how much they wanted it.

"Blay, please, you have to stay! You said earlier that you would!" A squeaky, whiny voice mingled with its sisters, tangling in a mess of "please," and attempted bribes from the ten and fourteen year olds.

"Guys, I have to get home! You wouldn't want my cat to die of starvation, would you?"

"Fuck, Midnight! She is perfectly capable of feeding herself!"

Blaise rolled her eyes with exasperation at the comment. The real reasons she was not staying were not nearly as simple. "Look, you Munchkins, I want to stay, honest, but you don't want mom and I to have another one of those fights, do you? Remember how hard it was for me to visit last time? I could only come over and see my two favorite people in the whole wide world when she wasn't here!"

The sound of laughter broke out, pitching higher until it hit the ceiling. A quick kiss was planted on both foreheads along with a hug and she was gone. She'd volunteered her house, which had a spare room with two twin beds, to the Winchesters.

Blaise opened the door of her Chevy Cameo fully with her knee as she threw her messenger and duffel bags in the floor board of the passenger seat, balancing haphazardly on one foot. As she set the other foot on the on the ground she lifted the other duffel filled with weapons while she popped the trunk.

"Yo, Winchester!" Blaise called out towards the yellow house, "What kind of driver are you?"

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