A/N: Hey, all! I don't own SPN or any of the characters associated with it. That's all CW's. Except Kalida. Kalida is mine. All mine. Muahahaha.
I feel like that fell a little flat.
Oops.
Shout out to JudeWinchester on Tumblr, who read over what I had at the time and enjoyed it.
Warning: this is written in 1st person. Please give it a shot before you run away!
Summary: Kalida Winchester is the sister of Sam and Dean Winchester. No one ever said being a Winchester was easy. As the middle child between Sam and Dean, that's especially true. Baby Brother Moose and Princess Deanna are not exactly the most easy people to live with; then again, Kallie isn't, either. She hears thoughts and feels energies— but that doesn't get in the way of the Winchester attitude. God, that's a cheesy summary. The Winchester Three fight bad monsters. Not a crackfic, though it has some humour.
"Family is not an important thing. It is everything."
– Michael J. Fox
"I'm so proud of you, Sammy," I chirped over the phone to my younger brother. "I know you'll get in."
"Thanks, Allie. At least you're proud of me."
"Sam Winchester, don't you start. Dad's proud of you, even if he won't say it. It's the same with Dean." I paused for a second, deciding to change the subject to something safer. "How are things with Jess?"
"Things are good." His voice faded for a minute, and I could hear him talking to Jess. "Yeah, hold on, Jess. I'm talking to Allie." Jess responded in the background. A minute passed and he started talking to me again. "I'm gonna propose to her soon."
"I'm happy for you, Sam." And I was, but I'd be damned if he used me as an excuse not to go to the party he had been complaining about earlier. "Go to your Halloween party thing. Don't accidentally forget to dress up, either."
"Whatever. Love you, Allie. I'll talk to you later."
"Love you too, Sammy. Bye." Dean chose that moment to walk through the door of the motel room.
"Who was that?" I gave him a look.
"You know who it was." Sam. His thought floated through my head and I gave him an annoyed glance. "Good job, Sherlock."
"Kalida, don't start."
"Fuck off, Dean." There was no heat behind it; I was spent from looking for any sign of our AWOL father. "Did you find anything on Dad?"
"You know I didn't." He plopped down on his bed and fell back onto the mustard yellow sheets with a sigh. I don't know what to do anymore, Kallie.
"Is it really that difficult to use your vocal chords?"
"Missouri said you should be using your psychic shit."
"Yeah, well your energy is giving me a headache. Excuse me for not wanting to acknowledge it." The headache part wasn't a lie, although admittedly a slight understatement. A migraine was beginning to blossom from my temples. Dean's desperation and anger was like a double-whammy right in the chest. I lied back on my own bed and covered my face with a pillow, which was soon removed by Dean. His energy confused me. The anger and desperation hadn't gone away. The double-whammy of that cocktail was still hitting hard, but resolve was peppered in with it.
"We're going to get Sam." He pressed painkillers and a shot of whiskey into my hands, the sun warmth of his hope clearing the migraine a bit.
"Dean…"
"Kallie, we've been looking for him for months and nada. He's nowhere to be found." The feeling of sun warmth dimmed.
"Dad doesn't want to be found. There's no reason we should drag Sam into this clusterfuck."
"You know what? Maybe you're right. Maybe Dad doesn't want to be found. There's no reason we shouldn't be looking for him," Dean tried to reason with me. I swallowed the pills and the whiskey, sat up, and slammed the shot glass onto the nightstand. His energy faded until I could only feel it if I deliberately felt for it. Already, I was breathing easier, but that didn't mean my annoyance at him went away.
"Wait until he starts giving some fucking orders. We'll see if you're still so gung-ho to look for him after he tells us to stop." The words flew from my mouth with frustrated venom. He glared at me.
"Pack your bag, we're going to Stanford." It wasn't a suggestion, at least in Dean's mind, but I was in pain and tired of his shit. I stood up and pushed his chest, knocking him back a few inches.
"Since when do you get to order me around? Did you suddenly become Dad? I didn't think so. I'm sick of you thinking you're better than me by virtue of age. Why do we need to bring Sam into this?" I crossed my arms and glared.
"Sam's a better researcher than either of us are. Maybe he'll be able to find Dad."
"Dad won't be found unless he wants to be found. When he does call, he'll order us to stop looking," I stated harshly.
"For once in your life, would you stop acting like you know everything?" Dean's voice was clipped, and I could tell I had hit a nerve.
"Tell me what you really want out of this. If it was just to find Dad, you'd let Sam be."
Dean gave me his famous bitchface. "Why don't you go through my head and see for yourself?"
I rolled my eyes and gave him the bitch brow. We've been over this, Dean. "That's an invasion of privacy. I can't control hearing directed thoughts or feeling energies. I can avoid going through your head. Besides," I scoffed and pushed his arm, "I don't want to see the sick shit in your mind." He shook his head and rubbed his neck.
"You're sick shit," he mumbled. That earned him a soft whack to the back of the head.
"Lame comeback. You just miss Sam, you fucker."
"Yeah, yeah, don't need to be so arrogant about it," he grumbled back. "So, I figure we leave right now, we can be there by noon tomorrow." A chuckle escaped me.
"You're funny, Dean- you really think I'm going anywhere right now? How about we get some sleep. Leave in the morning. Y'know, kinda like your one-night stands." It was Dean's turn to chuckle.
"Why don't you get some more whiskey and try to sleep?"
"Sounds like a grand plan to me." I filled my shot glass, raised it to him, and knocked it back.
"Hey, Sammy. I guess we're coming out," I groaned into the phone, rubbing my face. With the phone balanced between my face and my shoulder, I pulled on a pair of jeans and managed to kick Dean lightly at the same time.
"Do you know what time you'll be here?" He sounded groggy as well, having probably woken up a few minutes before I called.
"Well, we're in Montana, so probably when you're heading to bed. I need more whiskey."
Sam scoffed at me. "You really should tone it down on the drinking, Allie. Your liver is going to off itself one of these days."
I sighed. "Spare me your lecture, Sam. You know I'm sober when it's time for ass kicking."
"It's freaky how you do that. It's almost like you sweat all the alcohol out at once and become magically sober."
I chuckled. "One, it's called an adrenaline rush, College Boy. Two, definitely not the freakiest thing that's ever happened in our family. We're the fucking Winchesters. For most of us, beer is like water. You, on the other hand… One shot of Jack and you're shitfaced."
"Excuse me for not drinking like a fish," Sam teased.
"Fish don't drink, Sammy. They breathe water."
"Whatever." Dean groaned and moved a little, slowly showing signs of life.
"I gotta go. Deanna's waking from her beauty sleep." Sam snorted and returned the farewell.
"Ugh, who was that?"
"Morning, princess," I taunted him. "C'mon, if we want to get there by nightfall, we better hit the road. I want some more damn whiskey."
"You drink more than I do, Kallie. That can't be healthy."
I smirked slightly at Dean unknowingly echoing the beginning to Sam's lecture. "Yeah, yeah. Get off my ass about it," I replied in a teasing tone.
"I'm serious, Kallie. You're gonna get alcohol poisoning or somethin'." I'm worried about you, Kallie. You're drinking more than you usually do, and that's saying a lot. We have got to find a better way to deal with this.
"Don't worry so much. I'm fine."
"It's my job to worry about you. It has been ever since-"
"Ever since the fire? Ever since Dad started dragging us everywhere? I'm twenty-four. I think I can handle myself."
"Obviously not, if you're drinking yourself into almost oblivion every day. We gotta find another way to handle this." I rolled my eyes, but nodded and grabbed my bag for the sake of time.
"Whatever. Come on, let's hit the road. We should get there before Sam goes to sleep." Dean grabbed his bag and walked out the door. You comin', Allie? "Yeah, yeah." I followed suit and hopped into the Impala, being careful of Dean's precious upholstery.
"C'mon, Allie, let's go!"
I rolled my eyes and took a sip out of my hip flask. "Dean, why don't we just hit a motel and wait until morning?" Traffic hadn't exactly been cooperative on our way to the liquor store, and we had been delayed by more than a few hours. "Sam might beat the ever-living shit out of you. It's like two in the morning."
Dean, in turn, rolled his eyes and whacked the top of his car. "I doubt it, Kal. He's probably out of shape; he's been out of hunting for years."
"Dean." Skepticism threw one of my eyebrows up. "Sam was always the health-conscious one out of the three of us. Do you honestly think he slacked on physical activity because he went to college? I'm betting he's taking a yoga class or some shit like that. Let's just hit that motel."
"Scaring him will be the best part. Don't be a buzzkill." Dean was doing his version of pouting, which included begging me in his thoughts. Please, Kallie? Please? C'mon, let me have some fun for once. You owe me for you interrupting me getting laid.
"Dean, that chick you were gonna hook up with would have killed you. Hello, succubus?"
"Can't you just go with me on this one," he groaned back at me.
I pulled out my phone and sent Sam a quick text, rolling my eyes at Dean.
Sammy, I'm pretty sure Dean's going to bust in there and try to scare the shit out of you. I tried to stop him, but you know how he is.~KW
"Fine, Deanna. Cease your pouting. Let's go." I put my phone back in my pocket and sighed, opening the door of the Impala and climbing out.
"I wonder if our little brother got himself a girl."
I whacked the back of Dean's head. "Dean, I'm letting you scare the shit out of him. I'm not letting you talk about his sexual/romantic life like that." He chuckled.
"That mean that he got himself a girl?" To him, I probably looked ridiculous with my mouth hanging slightly open and my head tilted to the side. Scratch that- I knew he thought I looked ridiculous.
"You're gonna catch flies, Kallie. I'm not dumb. I know you talk to Sammy a lot. I just wish you wouldn't lie to me about it." I rolled my eyes at him, mentally acknowledging that he was probably right. Hey, Allie, I hear your eyes roll out of your head if you do that too much.
"Oh, shut up, Dean. Let's just go scare the bejeezus out of Sam." My phone buzzed against my hip.
Got it. Don't worry about it. I'll see you two in a few minutes. ~SW
When we got up to Sam's apartment door, Dean sunk to the floor in a crouch to pick the lock.
"Or, you know, we could just knock," I mumbled and proceeded to knock. The door swung open and there was Sammy. All six feet, four inches of him. His brown hair had gotten slightly longer since the last time I'd seen him, and his hazel eyes were alight with amusement. Thanks for the heads up, sis. I nodded at him.
"Dude, were you really gonna break into my apartment?" Dean rose from his crouch and did the man hug thing with Sam, who laughingly went along with it.
"Good to see you too, Sammy. Got any beer?" I rolled my eyes and took a swing from my flask.
"Dean, we were just at a liquor store a few hours ago. You could have picked some beer up there." At this, my baby brother's eyebrows contracted into a concerned expression. "Sam, I'm fine. Stop your worrying, bitchcakes. I'm okay." Of course, it was a bit hard to be sincere when a pounding headache was threatening to turn into a full-on migraine. I groaned and massaged my temple with the ball of my hand. Their concern- which, with my weird psychic shit, tasted like lemon pudding- was almost overwhelming.
"Kallie, how am I supposed to not worry about you? I mean, you sounded less than at your best on the phone, but you look a little like hell."
"Thank you for those kind and uplifting words, Sammy." My hand moved to tug at my sleeve. "But I'm fine. Dean wants you to come with us. Dad is currently AWOL." The last few words were pained, as my headache was getting steadily worse. Kallie, we're going to talk about this later. Through the pain, I managed to give Sam a look that could peel paint off walls. "I'm fine, guys." I rummaged through my denim jacket pocket for some pain meds and popped them in my mouth, chasing it down with, you guessed it, a swig of whiskey from my flask.
"Sam?" A new voice- to Dean, anyway- called groggily. I put the flask back in my pocket and looked up to see Sam with his arm around a gorgeous blonde with a beauty mark on the edge of her mouth.
"My siblings came over for a bit. We're just talking. Sorry if we woke you, Jess."
"No, it's alright. Dean and Allie?" She looked at each of us in turn, earning a grin and a wave from me and a disbelieving thought from Dean. I can't believe Sam's got a girl this good looking.
"That's us, Jess! I think we've spoken on the phone before," I stated and was rewarded with a bear hug from the barely clothed woman.
"Gotta tell ya," I interrupted Dean.
"Don't you dare, Dean Winchester, or so help me, I will kick your ass from here to Tuesday." Yeah, like you could do it with all that alcohol in your system, he mentally bitchface was on full-force by that point. Sam cleared his throat.
"Jess, why don't you go back up to bed? I'll be up as soon as I can." As soon as Jess was back in the bedroom, Sam turned to Dean with his own bitchface.
"Could you tell me what the hell you wanted?"
Dean did his little tilt-nod thing. "Yeah, about that. Dad's been missing for a few months. Not that you didn't know. I'm sure our dear sister here has been keeping you updated."
I huffed. "Dean, could you cut the shit? I get you're pissed at me for not telling you that I was talking to Sam and that you're worried about my drinkin' habits, but can we not do this right now? If you're going to keep up with this, I'll just take Sam and we'll disappear."
Kallie, I think that was the longest few sentences you've said in months, Sam half-jokingly thought.
"Would you listen to yourself, Kalida?"
With that, I quietly blew up on him, like a grenade with a silencer on it, if such a thing were possible. "You know," I seethed, "I would. I would listen to myself, if I fucking could. But no, I'm too fucking busy trying to drown out you. You and your fucking energies and thoughts. I'm too busy drinking away my liver to numb my head. I'm too busy trying to get a little peace so I can sleep without slipping into your head and dreams. So excuse me for not acting the way you want me to."
"Guys, could you chill for a second? I'll go, I just need to be back by Monday." I love you guys, but I want to get into law school.
"Yeah, Sammy, I'll make sure we get you back."
"What's on Monday?" Dean just had to break in.
"I have an interview," Sam answered, looking right at me. Help, Kal?
"Job interview? Skip it!" I shook my head.
"No, Dean, more like a law school interview. It's his entire future on a plate."
"Oh, so you're feeding into Sam's desire for an apple pie life? White picket fence, 2.5 kids?"
I levelled another glare at him. "Yes, I am. Mom never wanted this for us. Sam's the only one that has half a shot at being normal, so why not take it?"
"Because we're supposed to be a family, Allie! Saving people, hunting things, together." I rolled my eyes. "Hell of a family when it makes us all dead." My cynical statement was answered with confused looks from both my brothers. "Don't worry about it, guys. Let's just go."
Sam left to pack his bags and say his goodbyes to Jessica.
Kallie, what the hell was that? I elected to ignore Dean's question and instead downed the rest of the half-full flask. Thoughts faded out slowly, as did energies. The rest of the night passed in a blur.
A/N: Hey, guys! I know it's been, like, years— literally— since I've uploaded something, but I started this in the summer and decided to start posting it. This chapter is 2,826 words and about 5 pages on Word. Apologies if it's a bit too long. So far, everything I have is about 31 pages, but I've been skipping around "chapters" or places in the fic. What's good is that I think I know where I want this to go. I'll post as often as I can, but there aren't any guarantees. My life is a little chaotic right now.
Anyway, this fic starts off following the canon SPN storyline with a few twists in it (obviously). This is actually my version of the "Pilot" episode. As far as the X-Men part goes, I basically just took Marvel's characters and decided to play with them. I don't think it follows any canon storyline of any of the various X-Men TV series' or comics.
As stated above, I own nothing except Kalida.
Please note that you can also find this on my AO3 account, which is _. No plagiarism here! But, please, if you do find it on an account other than this one or my , please let me know so I can have that sorted out. I'm actually kind of proud of this. I want credit for what I've done.
P.S. I just realized that the reason Archive of Our Own's acronym is AO3 is because there's an A and then three O's… I feel stupid now. I hope nobody reads this part. If you did, just know that I am extremely embarrassed.