Supernatural - The Never Ending
Set in Season Five (AU)
Two Years Ago, August 14, 2007
Blood. So much blood. Reese Nyles sat on the blood soaked floor, holding her older sister's lifeless body in her arms. They had been on a case involving vampires. Athena got too close and the vamp sank it's fangs in her throat. Reese, made it a minute too late before Athena was gone. Reese sliced the vamps head off it's shoulders and watched her elder sibling fall to the ground, blood covered. Tears immediately fell down her cheeks as she bent down and held Athena.
Athena had been only twenty nine years old before she died. Reese at twenty four. Ever since their father was killed when they were young, they jumped head first into hunting. Reese never thought in a million years, Athena would die the same as their father. Reese exhaled sharply as she dragged her sister around the back of the abandoned house. She laid Athena down on the damp ground, got up and collected as much dried wood and flammable products as she could. She made a pile and laid her sister in the middle. Tears streamed down her face as she doused the entire thing in lighter fluid and tossed a lit match on top. She fell to her knees as the fire engulfed Athena's body.
After an hour of watching the fire, Reese inhaled the smell of burnt pine and flesh as she stood up, took the keys to her sisters car out of her pocket and headed to the car. Reese looked at the car before she got in it. Athena loved her car. 1968 Ford Mustang. Candy apple red with a chrome shine. Reese knew how much this car meant to Athena and she promised her she would take care of it if anything happened to her. Reese wiped her face and climbed into the driver seat and roared the engine to life. She put both hands on the wheel and leaned down and touched her forehead to the wheel. Her shoulder shook as she cried at the loss of her sister. She was alone. She had no one. The only person she could go to for comfort was a grungy old man and he lived half way across the country. She bit her bottom lip, wondering how she could continue on without Athena. How could she? They had been through everything together. Hunts, one night stands, pool hustles and even each others first real break ups. Reese looked up and looked out of the windshield at the horizon. She remembered to breathe as she looked at the rising sun. Athena would want her to go on. Continue hunting, continuing to help people. Reese bit her lip as she put the car into drive and started to take the road. She would hunt, she would save people, she wouldn't let her sister down. And she would kill any son of a bitch that stood in her way, and not have a second thought to it.
Two Years Later, September 3, 2009
Reese had just finished her werewolf case as she was driving through upstate New York. She blared her music through her Mustang's speakers as she cruised through town. She had a hankering for the eighties rock. Guns and Roses' Sweet Child of Mine blared through her ears. She rolled both windows down. It was unusually warm in the town she was in, especially in September. She didn't mind though. Now that she thought about it, things have been weird in the last couple of days. In the last four towns she's been through, she has smelled more sulfur and spotted more demons than she has since she started hunting. She didn't think anything of it though. She memorized an exorcism and spouted it off when she crossed a demon. Save the body, send the bastard back to hell.
It was just passed noon when she decided she was hungry. People would have thought her body would be huge with the amount of food Reese eats. But always working, her body seemed to stay in good shape. She pulled into a diner and parked her car. She grabbed her blue plaid from the passenger and threw it on as she stepped out of the car. She slipped her gun into the waistband of the ripped tattered jeans. She rolled up the sleeves of the shirt and entered the diner.
The smell of the fried foods filled her nose and she felt her stomach rumble. She walked over to the bar and sat on the stool, waiting for the waitress to come to her. Once the waitress was in front of her, Reese ordered a chicken salad, fries and a black coffee. The waitress smiled and placed a mug on the counter and filled it with coffee. Reese smiled as she picked up the mug and sipped. An old man beside her got up and left, leaving the paper sitting next to her. Reese glanced over, still sipping on her coffee, and slid the paper in front of her. She opened it and read. Even though she wasn't a resident here, she still enjoyed reading about it. She smiled when she saw a couple of children on the front page, playing in a park. She recalled a few memories of her and Athena stopping and playing when they were young. Reese smiled at the memory and sat her glass down as the waitress brought out her food. Reese thanked her and began eating. She heard the door bell jingle behind her as two men in their late twenties walk in. She turned her body slightly to see them. She knew right away they were hunters. Every hunter knew about each other, but no one knew about her. Hunters don't usually hunt alone. She knew that if the hunters found out that she was alone, and a female, they'd want her to join them. She had thought about giving up the hunting life after Athena passed, but she knew that Athena would want her to keep going, so she did. Reese looked at the hunters again. She looked at the tall one first. His hair was a dirty blond, long and shaggy. His shoulders were square and he was well fit. Reese nodded in approval. Not bad for a young hunter. Then she spotted the shorter one. Brothers she assumed. He was well built. Short spiked dirty blond hair and the greenest eyes she'd ever seen. His face was stern and authoritative. The elder brother, she thought. Athena used to look like that. Reese smiled. She took out her money clip and left a twenty. Not caring about change, she jumped down, turned on her heel, and walked out of the diner. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the car parked beside hers. A sleek black Chevy Impala. Her lips curled in a smile. She couldn't help but not look at the beautiful model of car parked beside hers. She walked all the way around it. Smiling and taking in it's beauty. She stopped again when she heard a voice call out at her. Her head shot up and she saw the shorter man she saw in the diner stalking to her. She couldn't move. All she could do was stare.
Sam and Dean Winchester drove through upstate New York in their black 1967 Chevy Impala. Dean had just found out that he was the true vessel for Michael, the archangel. He couldn't believe it. How can someone like him, be a vessel for an angel. He still couldn't wrap his mind around it. After Sam had broken the last seal to Lucifer's cage, the apocalypse was next to happen. Not long after Dean found out he was the vessel for Michael, Sam discovered his was the true vessel for Lucifer himself. Both knew the outcome of the fight, and neither wanted it. So they both vowed they would never say yes to them. Unlike demons, angels need a vessels consent before possessing. Which was an advantage to them both. They both decided they would hunt and say no until they killed them or they were forced to say yes. Until then, they were Hunters. All they wanted was to save people. And that's what they did.
Dean felt his stomach rumble. "Sam, I'm hungry. Let's find some place to eat and then we can figure out who took out our wacky wolf here." Dean said slowing to a stop at the light. Something caught his attention as his head whipped around to see a 68 mustang sitting in the parking lot of a diner. "Yatzee!" He yelled as he turned the car sharply to park next to it. "Look at that, Sammy. A nice car and a nice place to eat. Must be heaven." Dean looked at his younger brother with a smile. Sam scoffed as he climbed out of the car and headed into the diner. Dean close on his heels. They walked into the diner and took a seat close to the door, just in case they had to leave in a hurry. Smell of the food and with Dean's nose, he knew he smelled fresh baked pie. He smiled in content. The waitress walked over to them ready to take their order. Dean looked at her with his signature smirk. "I'll have a cheese burger, everything on it, heavy on the onions. And coffee, black." he finished. The waitress smiled shyly and took down the order. She looked over to Sam. "Just a salad and a water, please." Sam smiled as he looked down at the paper and began reading. Sam furrowed his brows in frustration.
"I don't get it, Dean."
"What's that, Sammy?" Dean said, bringing his attention back to Sam.
"We've been here for two days, locked on to where the werewolf is. And as soon as we get to it, it's already dead. Silver bullet to the heart. It had to be another hunter," the younger Winchester mused.
"Well, if it was another hunter, then we can thank him, I guess." Dean said.
"I just want to know where he is. He got out of town pretty quick, don't you think?"
"Yeah, maybe he didn't want another one of us to know he was here," Dean replied. Sam left it at that. Dean shot out of his seat and bolted out of the door causing Sam's head to shoot up. He watched his brother walk over to his car, ready for a fight.
"Hey!" Dean shouted. He spotted a girl eyeing the inside of his car. Dean didn't like it. The girl's head shot up and he caught the blue in her eyes. He continued to stalk over to her. "What do you think you're doin!" Dean yelled getting closer.
"I'm sorry!" she said. "I was just admiring it. It's beautiful. No intention of stealing it, I promise." she threw her hands up in defense. "I've got my own classic to love." she said, gesturing to the Mustang parked beside the Impala. Dean's eyes widened.
"This is yours?" he said dumbfounded.
"Yes. 400 horses of pure awesome." she said with a wide smile. Dean looked back and forth between the girl and car. He stepped forward, putting his hand in front of him.
"Well, now that I know you're not taking off with Baby, I'm Dean. Dean Winchester." the girl gulped recognizing the name. She slowly extended her hand. There's no point in lying now. He'd know it.
"Reese Nyles."
Dean lifted a brow as he shook Reese's hand. "Nyles. You wouldn't happen to be Dale's girl would you?" Busted.
"Yes. Dale is my dad. He passed when I was younger." she said knowing exactly where this was going.
"A pretty well known guy in my line of work," Dean said, not knowing that she was hunting herself.
"He was pretty great." she said lowering her head slightly.
"He had two girls didn't he? Where's she?" Dean asked, looking around. Reese looked up and looked into his eyes. He was clueless about her death two years ago. She couldn't let him know it was a vampire that killed her. He already knew about her dad, if he knew about her sister, then he would try to get her to hunt with them. She worked alone.
"She's not with me anymore." she said quickly. "She passed a couple years ago. Uh, hunting accident." she winced. Perfect answer Reese. Now he knows. Dean bit his lip. Hunting accident huh. "I should get going," she said as she walked around him. Dean caught the shine of the pistol in her waistband as her plaid flapped in her wake. He grabbed her arm and turned her to face him. Sam came walking up behind them.
"Hunting accident, huh?" he said softly. "You're a hunter too?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Reese spat, snatching her arm away.
"Really? You mind telling me why you're packin'?" Dean said crossing his arms.
"A girl can't protect herself?" Reese glared.
"Not with a piece like that." Reese sighed. She can't leave now without them following her. She might as well tell them the truth.
"Listen, I'm staying at the Black Bird motel downtown. Room 112. Meet me there in an hour and I'll explain everything." Reese said in defeat.
"Good, you got a lot of explaining to do." Reese nodded and hopped into her car. She pulled out of the parking lot and headed back to the motel. Dean watched her as she drove away. "Come on Sammy. I know she's not gonna wait for us. Let's go before she hightails out of here." Dean said climbing in the Impala. Sam scoffed again.
"Good thing I had money on me. I had to pay for food you didn't eat."
"Wouldn't be the first time." Dean said starting the engine and started toward the Black Bird.
Dean was surprised to see the Mustang still in the parking lot. He pulled in the lot and parked beside it. He got out of the car and slid his .45 colt into his waistband.
"Do you really need that, Dean?" Sam asked as he got out of the car.
"Sam, you never know." Dean said walking around the car and up the door of Reese's room. "She did say 112 right?" Sam nodded. Dean lifted his arm and knocked on the door. Silence. He knocked again.
"Just a minute!" He heard her voice through the door. The door opened to Reese drying her hair with a towel. "I said in an hour. Can you not tell time?" Reese said walking back into the room, leaving the door open for the boys to come in.
"Can you tell time?" Dean retorted, instantly regretting it.
"Smooth Dean-o." Reese chuckled. Dean couldn't take his eyes off of her. For being a hunter, she was well fit. Her tank hugged her body like a glove. Her long dark hair fell to the small of her back. And her eyes shined a bright blue. Dean was mesmerized by her. Sam nudged him with his shoulder. Snapping back to reality, Dean cleared his throat. "So, you mind telling us how you got into the life?" Reese glared in his direction and nodded. She sat down on her bed while Dean pulled up a chair. Sam remained standing. Dean turned the chair backwards and sat down. Reese took a deep breath and began her story.
"My sister and I started hunting when we were young. I was nine. She was thirteen. Our mom had passed when she had me, so it was just our dad. He would drag us all over the country hunting monsters. I didn't know what was going on until I was around eight years old. My sister, Athena knew way before that. Just after I turned nine, my dad left me and my sister in the motel while he went to take on a nest by himself. He was killed. No hunter should take on vamps alone. Especially a nest." she stopped and took in another breath. Sam looked down at Dean, who was entranced by her story. "Then two years ago, my sister and I caught a case in western Kentucky. Vampires." Her voice softened. She hated this part. "We found the nest in an old barn near Sturgis, out in the middle of nowhere. We split up to cover more ground and I hear her yelling. But before I can get to her, a vamp knocked me out. I'm lucky to be alive. When I came to, I hurried to my sister. A trail of bodies laid in the barn and then I saw one sink its teeth into her. I cut the damn things head off but I was too late. Athena was gone. It killed her." Reese stopped again, wiping her face from the tears. She didn't want to cry in front of them. Hell, she just met them. She looked up at Dean and Sam. Dean's face softened to an understanding look while Sam's face was soft to begin with. They both had felt her pain once before. They understood. "Athena and I always told each other, if one of us doesn't make it, keep going. Keeping fighting. And we'd see each other again one day. So I kept hunting. Alone. I don't do well with others. If I let myself care for someone else and they die because I wasn't there to save them, I might as well put a gun to my head. I let her down. I let her die." Dean stood and walked over to her and sat down beside her. Sam took his spot after turning the chair again.
"It wasn't your fault Reese. Trust me, things happen that you can't change. Believe me, you can't save them all. Even family." Dean said looking into her eyes. Reese look at him, and saw the truth behind his eyes. Reese nodded and looked back down at the floor. Dean looked up at Sam and he nodded. Sam stood.
"I'm gonna go book a room for me and Dean. I'll be back in a little bit." Sam said as he walked out of the door. Dean stood and popped his knuckles.
"There's a couple of beers in the fridge if you want one." Reese said standing to put the towel back in the bathroom. She heard Dean shuffle to the kitchen to retrieve the drinks. "So, what's your story, if you don't mind me asking." Reese asked over the sound of the hair dryer. Dean sipped on the bottle as returned to the chair. He wanted to wait for Reese to get back into the room before explaining his story.
"I'll wait till you get back." he stated. Reese finished drying her hair, brushed it and parted it the way she like. She changed her pants into a pair of sleep shorts and kept her tank on. She made her way back to bed and sat down. Again, Dean was lost in the sight of her. Her hair looked soft to the touch. Her skin a milky caramel color. Her eyes gleamed through her dark bangs. She looked at him through her lashes.
"Dean, you okay?" she asked, turning her body to face him. He snapped back to reality.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Sorry." he said clearing his throat.
"How did you start hunting Dean." Reese repeated. Dean sighed. Now it was his turn to relive the pain. Dean simply smiled.
"I'm going to make this short and sweet. My mother was killed by a demon when I was four. When I was old enough, my dad taught me everything I know. That's about it. Then when I was twenty-six, the same demon killed my dad. Ever since then, I won't any son of bitch hurt my family." Dean's jaw tightened. Reese looked into his eyes, knowing that every bit of it was true. Reese felt a shiver run down her spine.
"I'm so sorry, Dean." she simply said. Dean's eyes fell to the floor. Then he looked up and smiled.
"It's fine. I'll be there with em some day." He said reassuringly. Sam stayed quiet. He hated talking about his mom and dad. Yes, he loved them, but it brought up memories he didn't want to remember. Especially when it came to Jessica, who too was killed by the same demon. His thoughts were interrupted when Dean jumped to his feet. "Well, right now, we've got work to do. We gotta figure out what we're gonna do about this angel business." Reese looked back up at Dean with wide eyes.
"Angel business?" she questions.
"Mhmm." Sam nodded.
"Huge dicks." Dean chimed. Reese couldn't help but chuckle.
"I highly doubt that. Angels are protectors." Reese continued to smile at them. Sam and Dean both kept their faces straight. "Aren't they?" she questioned again.
"I only know of one angel who isn't a dick." Sam chuckled. Reese smiled.
"I'd like to meet him sometime. You know, if we ever cross paths again." Reese still kept in her mind that she wasn't hunting with them. Sam raised a brow.
"You should hunt with us. We could always use an extra hand, ya know." Sam said.
"Like I told Dean, Sam. I hunt alone." Reese stood and walked to the fridge for another beer.
"Hunting alone is dangerous." Sam said as he stood to follow her. "You could get hurt."
"You just met me, Sam." Reese turned to look at him. She saw Dean walk up behind him with his hands in his pockets. "And I'm a hunter. I'm bound to die sometime. Sooner rather than later." She said turning her back on him to reach into the fridge.
"You sound like someone I know." Sam said quietly, slightly turning to Dean. Dean raised his hands in defense. Reese sighed as she straightened her back and handed Sam and Dean and beer. She wrapped the top with her shirt and popped the cap and threw it on the counter.
"So, what's next for you two?" Reese said, trying to change the subject.
"Keep fightin th good fight." Dean said, taking a swig of his beer. Sam did the same.
"Well, going back to the angel thing. Why are you two caught up in it? Aren't they in heaven?" Reese questioned. Sam and Dean took a short glance at each other. Sam then decided to tell her the story of them being vessels.
"Wait, angels can possess people? How?" Reese questioned.
"They have to have permission before they can take the body." Sam confirmed.
"Life as an angel condom. Awesome, right?" Dean said finishing his beer.
"Well, that's a nice way of putting it." Reese said, scrunching her nose up. Dean chuckled. Reese looked back at Sam. She smiled. "The puppy dog eyes don't work on me, Sammy."
"Please go on a few hunts with us. Just to see how you like it." Sam asked again. He put on his puppy dog look again and Reese couldn't say no. She sighed.
"Fine. Just a couple of hunts. That's it." Reese said as she stood up. "Well, lets go! I read online that's a few omens popping up down Tennessee. Let's hit the road." Sam and Dean were on their feet and out of the door before Reese could finish packing. She watched the boys pile into the Impala. She smiled again. "I'm going to drive that thing too." she said to herself. She walked out of the room, shut and locked it, and headed to her car. Dean being the jackass he is revved his engine once Reese started her car. Reese smirked back at him, and gently toed the accelerator. Both engines roaring at each other. Sam shook his head and urged Dean to get on the road. Reese pulled out first, skidding her tires as she left the lot. Dean followed. This is going to be so much fun. Reese thought to herself as she saw the Impala gain it's lost distance.