Okay everyone, this is my very first Supernatural fanfic. I'm also a little bit rusty on writing, I have another fanfic I started a while back for Loki but I tend to get easily distracted. This chapter is mainly just an introduction of the character, in her own words, and it's being put out as a tester of sorts. I wanted to see if anyone likes the general idea, and if I should keep writing more. Basically this is my round about way of asking you to please review this story if you like it and would like to know where it's going.
I do not own any of the Supernatural tv show characters, the entire show concept and characters are owned by the wonderful Eric Kripke. However I do own the character Haven. Please enjoy and don't forget to review!
My name is Haven. A strange name yes I know, but my parents believed I would become one that people felt safe with, someone who held compassion and protection in high regard. In all honesty, their belief did become truth, at least for me. I guess it could have been a self-fulfilling prophecy, or a desire to make my parents proud of their decision. Call it what you will. All I know is that I do enjoy being one of very few with this name. It makes it easier when people call it out. Nine times out of ten that person's inquiry is for me.
But enough about my name, it's time for a confession. I... am an undeniable Supernatural tv show fan. You know that show? That show that airs on the CW with two intimidatingly handsome hunters and an adorable head tilting fallen angel. Exactly, that show. I started watching it a few years ago, and have faithfully stuck with the Winchester boys and their clueless angel through thick and, well mostly things are pretty thick for them. I have seen every episode from season 1 to the now ongoing season 8 several times, and I can quote most of the series by heart. So yes, you could call me a fangirl or a highly addicted supernatural family fan member, yes. And I will most likely own this title till the day I die, which may or may not have happened to me already but we'll get to that part of my story eventually. Right now you simply need to know of my love for this show, for these boys. I would do anything for them… have done anything for them.
Now my story may not seem like much at first, and to be honest it had become extremely uneventful. I was a 23 year old college student in New York. No not the city, more like in a small quiet area located in a deadbeat town. Not exactly an exciting college life, but I'd rather take peace and quiet over hustle and bustle any day of the week.
Unfortunately peace and quiet comes with a price of having to drive over 40 minutes to get to the nearest brand name grocery store, mall, cinema, etc. etc. etc. You get my drift. Basically there was never anything real exciting going on, and us college students had to find ways to entertain ourselves. Which we did, oh we did. Sometimes I think about going back, I think about random experiences and the friends I made. But I have new experiences now, a new life that I wouldn't trade for the world… or any other world out there. Course I'm getting ahead of myself again. There are too many things to think about and not enough time. Time… it's so strange to think about now.
I was a 23 year old still going to college due to what one might call a series of previous unfortunate events that no one could have ever foreseen. These events took place before I went to college, and right after I graduated high school at the age of 17, back when I had a set plan for my future. I soon learned that not every plan is foolproof. Otherwise I would not have been a 23 year old psych major sophomore in a 4 year college. Instead I would have been a 23 year old counselor with a bachelor's degree already in the bag. You see… I'm not an only child well at least I wasn't an only child. I had two older brothers. Notice I'm saying this all in past tense. It had happened on my graduation day. My day… that day of celebration became a day of tragedy in the Blake family residence.
The unfortunate thing was that I had been in the car with them. I saw the truck coming… I just… but I can't keep beating myself up over that night. It's in the past, and if it's one thing I've learned in my life is that you can't go back no matter how hard you try… even if you're a Winchester.
For several years I went through counseling, even if after each session I felt like banging my head against a wall. I was constantly angry at everything and everyone, and I mostly stayed in my house too afraid to drive around most places. How could I have lived? It was only during that time that I began to lose faith, and I seriously doubted who I was… what my name meant. I was no longer a safe place. I could not save them, instead I was the only one saved during the accident. I was told that the reason I lived was due to sheer timing. If my brother had been driving any faster the truck would have crushed us all… but he stopped just in time, and I was left alone in the back seat.
After a while my depression began to subside and this peace came. You could say I was coming out of the dark grieving hole I had buried myself in. I still grieve, that never goes away, but it's easier now… it's healthy. I began dreaming about my brothers, that they would come to me filled with light and love. They were happy and urged me to live. Who knew after all those years of counseling I just needed my brother's permissions to move on.
And so I did which is how I started going to college and how I became acquainted with the Winchester boys. It's here where I begin this unbelievable adventure… and when I say unbelievable I'm not using the word lightly. You see I'm not telling you my "back story" just to make you feel sorry for me or for the sake of hearing myself talk… err write. I have a more important story to tell. A story about an amazing opportunity that was once granted to me, even before I fully understood what had happened. This is a story of redemption, compassion, forgiveness… a story that I never imagined could possibly happen to me. But here I sit on a dusty old motel bed, watching two boys fight over the remote control while I proudly type away on this laptop owned by "the giant one"… and I can't help but smile. This is our story now… wonder what's next?