Fanfic attempt #1 (7/2/15)

Chapter 1. "I just want you to know who I am."

"Bobby Singer?" she asked as a gruff-looking man opened the door.

"Who's askin'?"

"I'm Kenzie Dawson. Ray and Karen's daughter."

"Karen…" he repeated thoughtfully, then stepped aside. "Kenzie, huh? Haven't seen you since you were a knee-high…C'mon in, then."

Kenzie followed him down a dusty hallway into the living room.

"What brings you up my way?" he asked as he sat down.

Kenzie sat tentatively on the edge of the couch. "Mom told us – my brothers and I – to come to you if anything ever went wrong."

"So a hunt went the wrong way? Ya'll get separated?"

"Not exactly." Kenzie shifted and looked down at her hands. "Yes. A hunt went…very, very wrong. We were taking down a vampire nest. Mom and I came in the back and the boys took the front. Maybe they weren't all asleep, maybe we made more noise than we thought…I don't know. But all of a sudden, they were all over us…"

Her voice broke and she went pale. Bobby brought her a glass of water from the kitchen and waited.

"So what happened, Kenzie?" he finally prompted.

Kenzie shook her head, "Next thing I knew, mom was hollering at us all to get out and fall back. I made it to the pickup first. Mom came next. The boys…the boys didn't make it out."

"Aw, kid…" Bobby shook his head. Karen was a good hunter; he had no doubt that her kids knew what they were doing, but taking down a nest was always dangerous, no matter how many hunters were in on the job – the vamps would have the home court advantage.

"But what are you doing here alone? You said your mom made it out? Where is she?"

Kenzie shrugged and straightened up a little, "Probably on to the next job. We haven't been getting along, and then this happened. We got back to the motel and she lit into me. She said I made too much noise getting into my position at the barn, and that I woke up the vamps. Then she said I'm not half the hunter that the boys were…long story short, she told me to leave; if I stayed, I'd just end up getting her killed, too. I wasn't sure what to do, so I came here…"

Bobby sighed, "I'm sorry, kid. Never known Karen to act like that. But it's a hard life, who knows what's going on in her head right now. You can stay here as long as you need to re-group. You can help me around here or I'll set you up with a case when you're ready, whatever you want. There's a spare room upstairs, a little dusty and cluttered, but we can make it work for ya."

"Thanks, Bobby."