Deanna Winchester, a 5'9", 25 year old, freckled faced, green eyed, pixie hair cut, dirty blonde, tomboy if you had ever seen one. She was more of a man the way she carried herself. She wasn't all about the 'chick flick' moments. She wore toren faded jeans, dirty old brown steel toed boots, a dark grey tank top, under an opened button up red plaid shirt, under her favorite old warn leather jacket.
She could recall the day she first got it. She had just turned 18 and was walking past a salvation army. She was dressed in a black suit, it was the first time her dad, John brought her along on a case. Her dad was inside the mourge talking to the coroner. They were following a string of deaths, where the victims had their thoats torn out and seemingly drained of their blood. He instructed her to go outside, around the corner to the convince store, and buy him a cup of coffee. Deanna was put off by this. She was excited to finally be on a case with her father, only he wanted her there to run errands.
Deanna was grumbling under her breath as she made her way back to the mourge, coffee in hand when she saw it. That old leather jacket was on display on a mannequin in the window. Deanna felt her jaw drop. She put her hand in her pocket and pulled out the credit card her father gave to her for emergencies. A frown slowly formed on her face as she thumbed the plastic in her hands. 'Dad would kill me.' She thought, sadness settling in her heart as she looked back up at the leather jacket.
Deanna shoved the credit card back into her pocket and started to walk away. She got maybe five feet when she looked down at the coffee cup in her hand. 'You know what? Fuck it!' Deanna thought as she turned on her heels. "I'm getting that jacket."
Deanna walked back to the salvation army, dropped the coffee into the trash can that was out front with a "humph!" She she pulled the glass door opened, walked up to the nearest attendant, pointed to the leather jacket in the window and soon it was in her hands.
Deanna's eyes lit up as the heavy leather was placed in her hands. It creaked as she brought it up to her face to breath in the old worn scent. She put it on over her suit jacket. It fit like a dream, albeit, it was a bit too big in the body, but the arms were perfect. Deanna was admiring herself in the mirror when her eye caught the price tag in the reflection. She looked down to examine it farther.
Deanna sucked in a sharp breath when she saw the numbers on the tag. $99.99 was a steep price. It was a good quality jacket, and in it's hay day, it must have been amazing. She looked at herself again I the mirror. She may actually have to give up on her leather jacket dream. She slowly slipped it off, defeated when the attendant that gave her the jacket came back. "So, do you like it?"
"I love it." Sadness hung on her words.
The attendant frowned at Deanna. "Then why so sad?"
Deanna showed the price tag. "Oh. You know I told that boy to mark this down. Here let me change this for you." The attendant pulled a red marker our of their pocket and slashed the current price. Underneath they wrote $49.99 and underlined it. "There. How's that?"
Deanna smiled and pulled out the credit card. "Charge it baby!"
Deanna walked out of the salvation army with her new leather jacket in bag. She admired it lovingly in her hands. Deanna was so caught up in her joy that she accidentally crashed into someone. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry." Deanna looked up in horror to see her father looming over her. "Dad!"
John looked down at the bag in her hand. "What is that?" He snatched it from her.
"Dad please." Deanna tried to protest, but he shot her down. John opened the bag and pulled out the leather jacket.
"What is this?" John had calm anger in his tone. He only spoke like that to her when he was really pissed. Deanna felt the knot of guilt forming in her stomach. "Did you use the emergancy credit card I gave you?" Deanna was afraid to speak. "Did you use the card!?" John rose his voice.
Deanna nodded her head. She flinched at the sound of the leather jacket being thrown back into the bag. John grabbed her arm and pulled her along with him to the Impala. "If it's about the price, dad it was-"
"Deanna you are not gonna finish that sentence if you know what's good for you." John tightened his grip on Deanna's arm. She grimiced at the pain. When they got to the Impala, John swong Deanna to the side of the trunk. "Stand there." Deanna watched as her dad opened the trunk and threw the leather jacket inside. He slammed the trunk shut and turned back to Deanna. "I brought you along because I thought you were adult enough to hsndly your first case as my partner. I didn't bring you here to go on a shopping spree!"
Deanna was afraid to look her father in the eyes. "I'm sorry. I can just return it and-"
"No Deanna you can't just return it. You know what these credit cards are." John looked down at Deanna. He could see her lip start to quiver. "You better not." He stuck his hand out. "Give me the damn card." Deanna's hand was shaking as she pulled the credit card out of her pocket and gave it to him. "Get in the damn car. I'm gonna take you somewhere you can burn that damn jacket."
Deanna slowly turned and got into the Impala. She had her head down the whole time. She was raised to not feel, to not show her emotions, but when het father was angry with her, it was hard not to be afraid. More often then not, Deanna would be on the bad side of her fathers emotions. Maybe it was because it was hard for him to look at her when everyday she looked more and more like her deceased mother, Mary.
Deanna had to be no older then five or six when her mom died in a house fire. It wasn't a normal fire that killed her though. They don't talk about that day, but since then Deanna has had this lifestyle. Always moving around because of what her father does, having to play mom to her little brother Sammy, when their dad went to far and it was too dangerous to take them slong. This was her life. She was taught the tools of the trade to protect herself and her brother.
John turned the engine on when he got a call. "What's the situation Bobby?" Bobby was an old hunting buddy of Johns. It wasn't long after Mary died that he met and became friends with Bobby. "Yeah alright thanks." John turned to Deanna who was still avoiding eye contact. "You're lucky for now. Bobby just informed me on what it is we're dealing with." He took the break off and pulled into the street. "Now I know where to go. Your jacket can wait till after." John drove off in the direction of his hunt.
It was dark when they finally got to their destination. It was an old abandon wear house. John turned the engine off. He looked over at Deanna. She was still avoiding his eyes, neither of them spoke since they started driving. "Deanna, you stay here. This is a vampire nest, it's gonna be full of those things. I don't need you fucking up and getting you or both of us killed." Deanna nodded her head. "You speak when I'm talking to you."
"Yes sir." Deanna tried to still the fear in her voice. John just scuffed. He handed her the car keys.
"If I don't come back in twenty minutes, drive and don't look back." John got out of the car and went over to the trunk. He pulled out two things and then closed it again before walking back to the front. He handed Deanna a machete. "Its sharp, use it only if you absolutely need to."
"Yes sir." Deanna took the machete from him.
"Don't follow me. Twenty minutes." John turned and walked toward the building. Deanna watched as halfway there, he started to sneak. In the dark it was hard for Deanna to make out her father's figure sliding along the side of the building. She barely saw him disappear inside.
Deanna sat back. There was nothing to do at this point, but wait. She looked up at the rear view mirror. She stared at the trunk, wanting ty o hold the leather jacket one more time. She looked down when she thought she saw something moving in front of the car out the corner of her eye. Deanna gripped the machete tight. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She swallowed when she started seeing shadows creeping around just out of vision.
The pounding was getting louder cause she could hear it in her ears. Deanna closed her eyes to try to calm herself. 'Come on, you can do this. You can do this. Dad does this all the time. What if Sammy was here, you have to be brave. Think of Sammy, think of Sammy.' Deanna had almost steeled her nerves when she jumped at the sound of the car keys falling out of her lap and onto the floor. "Son of a bitch!" Deanna bent down to pick up the keys. When she got back up, there was a vampire at the window. It hissed at her as it bared it's fangs.
Deanna locked the door, but the vampire just smiled at her and punched it's hand through the glass. Deanna screamed as it grabbed her by the arm and tryed to pull its self into the Impala. Deanna struggled to break free. She realized that she was still holding the machete. She swung it at the hand holding onto her and it sliced through like butter. Deanna cut her arm in the process. She scrambled over the drivers seat and out the other side. Deanna started to make a b-line to the warehouse when the vampire caught up to her and smaked her sideways. The force of the hit took her off her feet and she went flying into the side of the building. The machete fell out of her hand when she hit the ground. Deanna groaned at the pain in her side. She looked up to see the vampire picking her up off the ground. It bared it fangs again as it leaned in for the kill. Deanna, thinking fast headbutt it in the face.
The vampire stumbled back, holding onto it's nose. Deanna's head was pounding. Her vision was blurred for a few seconds. When she could finally see properly she dove for the machete. The vampire also regained its self, as it tackled Deanna. She managed to get a hold of the machete and turned her body in time to slice the vampires head off.
The body fell on top of Deanna, cold coagulated blood oozing onto her face from the neck. "Ugh!" Deanna threw the body off of her in disgust. She looked around to see if there were anymore vampires, when it was clear, she got up. "Well I guess staying in the car is out if the question." Deanna looked down at the watch on her wrist. It had only been ten minutes. She was not about to go back to the car and wait the other ten. She decided that she would go inside and help. Deanna proved that she could handle herself and she accidentally discovered how to kill a vampire.
She walked inside the building cautiously. She almost tripped over a beheaded vampire in the door way. She continued farther into the building. There was a long hall that had a few doors along it's length. Deanna gripped the machete, ready to swing it at the first vampire that attacked. As she passed the doors, she saw that each of them had a window to look inside.
Deanna looked in the first room, there were two dead vampires. She exhaled slowly, trying to remain calm. Deanna continued down the hall to the next room. The window was obscured by a large spray of blood. She cautiously opened the door, it was another dead vampire. Deanna was starting to wonder how many vampires there were.
There was a sound behind her in the hall. Deanna held the machete tighter, if at all possible. She swallowed as she left the room. Ever slowly she moved forward. She could make out the sounds of struggling in the room ahead. Her heart started to race, fearing that something could be happening to her father, and he needed her help. Deanna was about to make it to the next door, when something hit her from behind. Deanna collapsed to the floor as the machete clattered to the ground beside her.
A vampire had snuck up behind her and knocked her out. It was about to make a meal of her when another one appeared and stopped it. "Lets take her to father."
Deanna blinked her eyes a couple of times as she regained contiousness. She was in a dimly lit room full of shelves and other machinery. She felt she was strapped to a chair with her hands behind her back. "Ah you're awake." Deanna looked up to see a tall lanky looking man with blonde hair.
"Where's my dad?" Deanna demanded.
A look of surprise fell over his face. "Ah you mean this man is your father?" The vampire turned to the two vampires that had brought Deanna into the room, and snapped his fingers. One of them left the room and came back dragging a chair with an uncontiuos John in it.
"Dad!" Deanna cried put to get him to wake up.
"I don't think he'll be waking anytime soon." The blonde man turned back to Deanna with a smile.
"If you killed him, you son of a bitch, I swear to God-"
"God?" The blonde man leaned forward and grabbed Deanna's chin. "There is no God little girl." Deanna pulled her face away and bit him. One of the vampire thuggies started to step faward to handle her, when the blonde one stopped it. He smiled at her as he rubbed his hand. "You're very vicious. Just imagine what you could be like if you were one of us. I could use a girl with your kind of spunk."
Deanna glared at him. "I would rather rot in hell, then be one of you."
The man sighed deeply. "Thats a shame. Attitude like yours doesn't come around that often. Oh well, I'll just savor your blood and drink you slow."
Deanna started to struggle when he bared his fangs. Her heart pounded loudly again. She was gonna die. Her father was right, she fucked up and ended getting them both killed. She thought of how her whole life was a disappointment to him. She failed him, her brother Sammy, and more importantly, she failed herself.
Deanna closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable, when she suddenly felt the pang of anger. She was pissed because she thought about that damn leather jacket. If she hadn't bought it, her father wouldn't have been pissed at her, he would have let her come inside the wear house with him instead of leaving her in the Impala, and all the vampires would have been killed. It would have been a job well done. Her father would smile at her and be proud that he could trust that she had his back. 'He would be fucking proud!' Deanna's mind reeled at the thought.
"No!" The vamp paused, inches from her neck. He was surprised by her little outburst. He had expected her to cry no in fear of her life ending, but this was a defiant, angry no. He pulled his head back to look at her. Deanna glared at him fiercely. "I changed my mind."
The blonde vamp raised a curious eye brow. "Oh and what brought on this sudden change of events?"
Deanna pointed at her father with her head. He turned to look at a now rousing John. He turned back to Deanna. "And what did he do exactly?"
"All my life I was never good enough for him." John lifted his head, hearing the sound of Deanna's voice. "All I wanted to do was make him proud, but even when I did the best I could, when I did EVERYTHING he asked of me, it was still never good enough!"
John looked over at Deanna. "So what do you want to do?" The blonde vamp asked smiling devilishly.
"I want to kill him." Deanna turned her gaze to her father. "But I want to do it as I am now. I want to see the look in his eyes when he sees that I chose to kill him as a human, instead of waiting to do it as a vampire." Deanna looked up to at the vamp again with a smile. "I mean it would be great to see the expression on his face, if I got turned in front of him, but I feel that killing him out right will be better."
The blonde vamp motioned with his hands to Deanna's bindings. Once she was set free, she rubbed her wrist. "Well, please, by all means." The blonde vamp stepped back to watch the show.
Deanna walked up to her father with rage in her eyes. She looked at the vamp thuggie that was standing there. "You expect me to use my hands?" She looked her father in the eyes. "Give me the blade you took from him."
Deanna stuck out her hand waiting for it. The blonde vamp snapped his fingers when the thuggie was taking too long. "What are waiting for? Don't you see she's waiting." The thuggie suffled a bit, then eventually went to retrieve the blade.
As soon as it touched her hands, Deanna gripped it tight. "Its not my fault that mom died. I'm sorry that it makes you angry to look at me because I remind you of your dead wife, but it's NOT MY FAULT!" Deanna started to cry. "I hate you for treating me like I wasn't good enough, like I was never gonna be good enough. All I ever wanted was for you to be proud of me." She punched him in the face with her free hand.
"Enough drama, more killing!" The blonde vamp cheered Deanna on from the side.
Deanna wiped her eyes on her sleeve. She walked around to the back of chair. She grabbed her fathers hair and pulled his head back, exposing his neck. The blonde vamp leaned forward in anticipation. "I'm gonna enjoy this." Deanna said gruffly as she placed the blade on his neck.
John closed his eyes, waiting for the blade to slice across his throat, spraying blood everywhere. He was disappointed that it had come to this. He never thought in his whole life, that the one to kill him, would be his own daughter. Deanna took a deep breath. From the moment she told the blonde vamp that she wanted to kill her father, her heart had been beating steadly and calmly, it wasn't until just at that moment that her heart beat changed. "Impossible." The word came out of the blonde vamps mouth like a whisper.
Deanna looked up at him sharply as she quickly moved the blade from Johns neck and cut the head off the thuggie next to her. She ducked her head as the other thuggie took a swing at her. Deanna pushed her father away with a kick, his chair sliding across the floor, spinning slightly.
John watched as Deanna rolled around the thuggie and cut his head off when his back was to her. The blonde vamp hissed as he lunged at her. Deanna swung the blade out in front of her, slicing him across the chest as he dodged.
The vamp grabbed her and threw her across the room. Deanna hit the wall and fell to the floor. He walked over to her and picked her up. "How dare you trick me!"
Deanna chuckled smuggly. "Maybe you shouldn't be so easily tricked."
While they fought, John had been working his bindings with a jagged piece of plastic he picked up while fighting with the blonde one before he too was knocked out. He had frayed the binding enough that he could muscle them apart. The binding fell to the floor as John stood up. "Hey you son of a bitch, come get me!" John taunted as he put his hands up in a 'come on' gesture.
The blonde vamp turned his head with a hiss. He dropped Deanna and stormed at John. John grabbed him and kneed him in the gut. While he was bending over in pain, John punched him in the face with his right arm. He was gonna punch him again with his left arm, when the vamp grabbed John's fist and punched him with his free hand. They struggled like that for a while until John was tackled to the ground. "I'm gonna kill you like I should have the you moment walked into my nest."
The blonde vamp was about to take a bite out of John, when his head rolled off to the side. John looked up a Deanna. "You know, I use to like Bram Stokers Dracula, but now I officially hate vampires." She pushed the dead body off her father and helped him up. "Are you OK dad?" Deanna was holding onto her side breathing heavy.
John looked at the cut on her arm. "I told you to stay in the car."
Deanna furrowed her eye brows in anger. "What?"
"I said if I didn't come back in twenty minutes, that you leave, not come storming into the wear house. You almost died." John took his blade back from Deanna.
"I can't believe you!" Deanna scuffed. "I just saved your life!" Deanna put her head down. Her side hurt, her arm hurt, and her heart hurt. Deanna just saved her fathers life and he still didn't think she was good enough. What more did she need to prove?
There was a heavy feeling on Deanna's shoulders. Suddenly she was being pulled into a hug. "Deanna thank you." John kissed the top of her head. "I am proud of you, every day, everything you do for your brother, I'm proud of you."
Deanna smiled as a tear rolled down her cheek. She rubbed her face in her fathers shirt to dry the tears. Deanna pulled away from the hug, "We should get out of here."
John laughed. "Yeah, let's go." Before they left, John bent down and took the machete he gave to Deanna, off the vampire on the floor. "Here." He handed it to her and she took it, turning it over in her hand.
They left the room and made their way through the building. Deanna stopped him at the exit. "I have to tell you something about the Impala."
"What happened?" John had a worried look on his face.
"A vampire broke the front passenger window to attack me." Deanna cringed expecting her father to yell at her for letting that happen.
John just sighed. "Thats alright. The important thing is you got away." The two of them exited the building. John looked down at the headless vampire on the ground. "Did you do that?"
Deanna looked at the dead vamp. "Yeah. It was after I killed it, by complete accident mind you, that I decided that I was brave enough to come inside and help."
John nodded. "I'm glad you did." It was strange for Deanna to get so much praise all at once. They finally made it to the Impala. John looked over the damage. He saw a hand in the front passenger seat. He reached in and pulled it out. John raised an eye brow to Deanna.
"Yeah, uh, that's how I got away and this." She pointed to the cut on her arm.
"Oh, you know what, that reminds me." John tossed the hand to the side. He went around to the trunk. Deanna watched as he pulled out the leather jacket. The feeling of dread sank in her stomach. "This is as good a place as any for this." John closed the trunk and handed the jacket to Deanna. She looked at it sadly as she took it.
"You know, if I hadn't bought this stupid thing, non of this would have happened." Deanna dropped it to the ground.
"Whoa, what are you doing?" John picked up the jacket. "If you hadn't bought this jacket, non of this would have happened."
"I know, that's why I'm trying to burn it like you told me too."
"No Deanna, I want you to keep it." Deanna looked at her father with confusion. "Things could have turned out a lot worse. Both of us could have died. Its because you went against what I told you, and endulged yourself, that you were able to trick head vampire, and because of this, that both of us are standing here right now. Or maybe it would have ended the same. That fact is we don't know what the outcome would have been if you hadn't bought the jacket."
John handed Deanna the leather jacket again. She took it, listening to it creak as she hugged it to her chest. A small smile pulled at the corner of her mouth. "Sammy's gonna be so jealous." Deanna said turning to her father.
John chuckled a bit. "Yeah. Lets go, we got a long drive back to Bobby's. He's gonna be really impressed with you." John got inside the car and brushed the glass off the seat before Deanna sat down.
Deanna looked at the broken window as she closed the door. "He may not be so happy that I let the window get broken."
"Stuff gets broken on this car more then you think." John turned on the engine and drove away from that place. On the ride back to Bobby's, John looked over at Deanna who was trying to sleep, using the leather jacket as a blanket. She figetted and then gave up trying to sleep. "I've been meaning to ask you something." Deanna turned her head to look at her father. "How did you manage to trick that vampire for so long. You know, they can hear your heart beat, so in turn can tell when someone is lieing, i.e. excelerated heart rate."
Deanna looked away. She didn't want to tell him the truth, but she knew she had to. "I wasn't lieing."
John looked at her with surprise and hurt. "So you really hate me?" Deanna didn't say anything. "You really think that I blame you for your mother's death?"
"Maybe not blame, but..." Deanna's voice became small. "I know that you hate looking at me."
John pulled the car over on the side of the road. He looked over at Deanna. She looked so sad. "Deanna I don't hate looking at you." Deanna looked over at him, her green eyes glistening from the tears forming. "Your right about one thing, it is hard for me to look at you because everyday, you become this beautiful woman just like your mother." John took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "And I hate to see you becoming a hunter." John turned his gaze to the steering wheel. "I hate that in my strive to get the demon that killed your mother, I pulled you and Sammy into this life." He looked out to the road like he was trying to search for answers. "You were suppose to have a sweet sixteen, you were suppose to go to prom, you were suppose to bring boys to the house for your mother to love and for me to run out for trying to date my little girl."
Deanna laughed a little at the thought. "But that sounds so boring and normal."
John looked back at Deanna. "It was the life you were suppose to have. Instead, you're out here with me killing vampires and all manner of other things." John shook his head. He pulled back into the street and continued driving to Bobby's house.
Deanna looked at the sad expression on her fathers face. This may not be the life that was planned out for her, but she couldn't imagine what it would be like not doing what she's doing. Deanna hated going to school and trying to be normal. It was easy for Sammy to fit in and he seemed to like it, but Deanna, she didn't want it. She would gladly spend the rest of her life as a hunter, leather jacket and all.
John laughed through is nose. "That was a damn good hit though. I think I'm gonna be feeling that in the morning."
Deanna smiled again. "I think I won't be able to move after today." Deanna pulled the leather jacket closer as she tried to get some sleep again. She felt a hand smooth her hair in a soothing manner. It was the only time Deanna and her father bonded in that way. She was gonna remember it for the rest of her life.
Deanna pulled on her boots and laced them up. She looked at her old leather jacket slung on the back of the chair in the motel she was staying at. She picked it up and put it on. She stared at the empty room. It had been long enough.
Deanna had waited for her dad to come back from the case he was on. She knew that the life of a hunter, some one who tracks down and kills monsters and banishes deamons, you can expect that one day all that will catch up to you. Deanna didn't want to believe that that had happened to her father, she refused to believe it.
Deanna knew that if she was gonna have any chance finding her father, she was gonna need help from her brother. She grabbed her keys and left the motel room. She walked up to the Impala and got inside. Deanna looked at her reflection in the rear view mirror. It had been a long time since she'd seen her brother. He was off playing school boy at a university. She gently touched the small brass statute around her neck. Deanna let out a sigh. "OK Sammy here I come."
