Hey there!
So here's the sequel to Unnatural Attraction! Let me know what you think of the prologue! I did minimal editing, so I apologize for the errors.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or it's characters, however I do own original characters like Ashton and Annabel.
Enjoy!
Prologue
It was a stormy night. The wind was howling at the absent moon, thunder trembled the earth, as lightning flashed behind thick, dark clouds. A young brunette and her mother stood at an iron door, banging on it as hard as they could. They needed to be heard over the storm. There was a green flash behind the 2007 Camaro.
"Annabel, stay here!" the woman ordered the young girl, who nodded in response.
As the mother walked away, the girl continued to pound on the door. She could hear dull voices from behind her through the storm and there was another green flash. She turned to look, but there was nothing there.
"Mom!" she cried out into the rain.
There was no response. She ran towards the Camaro and circled around it, before peering inside through the windows. No one was there. The girl ran to the iron door and started to hit and scream at it. Finally the door opened to reveal a tall man with long brown hair, with streaks of gray. His green-hazel eyes scanned over the girl with a frown, before sudden realization filled his face.
"Annabel?"
The girl began to cry and rushed into her uncle's arms.
"Sam, who's there?" the older of the two yelled from inside.
"It's Annabel," Sam replied and guided her inside the bunker.
"And Ashton?" Dean asked.
"No, just Annabel."
As they entered the library Dean looked at Sam with an ever-so-wrinkled frown. He then looked to Annabel with a more relaxed expression.
"Where's your mom?" he asked.
"She was out there," Annabel sniffled, "But now she's gone!"
"Gone?" Dean frowned and looked at Sam, "Sammy, stay with her."
The older uncle grabbed his old leather jacket, a flashlight, and his gun before he left the bunker. Sam helped Annabel out of her raincoat and boots. He made her a hot chocolate as she explained what happened as best as any seven year old could. Not long after that Dean came back inside and shook his head at his brother.
Seven years later a fourteen-year-old Annabel sat in the principals office. Her long curly brown hair was a messy tangle in front of her face. Her knuckles were bloodied and bruised. Sitting outside the door, with the school nurse, was a tenth grade boy with a broken nose, tooth, and pride.
The principal already lectured her, and all she had to do was wait for someone to pick her up from school. She could hear the boy's mother squawking about seeing the bully who had attacked her "innocent" son's face. Suddenly, Annabel heard silence. She prayed for Sam to knock on the principal's door, but she wasn't that lucky. It was Dean who marched into the office, without knocking, and grabbed Annabel. He dragged her by her elbow out of the chair and towards the boy and his mother.
She stood there silently.
"Annabel."
That was all he needed to say.
"I'm sorry," Annabel said.
The mother was gawking at her. Even as her and Dean walked out of the office she stared at her. Only a few feet out the door she could hear the mother.
"That was the bully?!"
Annabel chuckled, but was quickly silenced by Dean clearing his throat. They walked silently to the '67 Impala, which was still in immaculate condition, thanks to Annabel's powers. Even if Dean didn't know it, she made sure that car was invincible against the damage of time, and hunting. It was her gift to him for teaching her how to work with vehicles.
Once they were in the car, Dean looked at her with a mixed expression. He was frowning slightly and was trying to keep a stern face, but the corner of his mouth was slightly upturned. He was amused, but disappointed. She knew the lecture he was going to give her, so she went ahead and recited it.
"You-"
"I shouldn't hurt humans," she sighed and crossed her arms, "Especially the innocent ones."
"Well if you know that, why'd you break that kids nose?" Dean rubbed his calloused fingers against an eyebrow.
"He wasn't innocent!" Annabel exclaimed, "He was shoving another kid around!"
"Using his face as a punching bag isn't the proper solution Annabel," he dragged his hand down his face and cupped his chin, "You could've told a teacher or something."
"I have," she mumbled and slouched, "But his mom always gets him out of trouble."
"But still-"
"What would you have done?" she asked and looked him in the eye.
Dean heaved a sigh and shook his head, "I would've waited until after school."
"See-"
"But," Dean interrupted her, "I'm not a good role model, remember? Sam is."
"Fine," she huffed, "But at least he'll stop bothering that kid."
"And if he doesn't?" Dean asked with a raised eyebrow.
She thought about it a minute, "I'm assuming you want me to come up with a non-violent solution?"
Dean nodded.
"I'll go to his house and talk to his parents?" she gave a questioning smile.
"Good," he ruffled her hair before he started up his baby, "Now let's go home!"
It was March 4th, a calm early spring day. Winter had ended, leaving wet melting patches of snow scattered over the earth. Annabel walked through the woods around the bunker, until she stopped in the middle of a small clearing and closed her eyes. There was the sound of a twig snapping from behind her.
"Who's there?" she turned and looked into the woods.
There was only silence, but she didn't feel alone.
Bzzz Bzzz
Annabel looked at her cell phone and smiled, before she raced back towards the bunker. There was a young man standing in front of the door of the bunker. She ran at him and jumped into his embrace, while kissing him. He kissed her back, while setting her down with a smile.
"Wow," he grinned with sparkling green eyes, "Happy Birthday."
"Thanks," Annabel blushed slightly and knocked on the iron door.
Dean answered the door with the smallest smile at Annabel, before his eyes turned to the young man.
"Evan," Dean addressed him, "Welcome."
"Thank you, sir," Evan replied as they shook hands.
Dean gave Annabel a hug and wished her a happy birthday. They walked into the bunker, where Sam and Castiel were waiting with smiles.
"Hi Evan," Sam nodded his head in greeting and hugged Annabel.
"Hi," Evan nodded back.
"Happy birthday Annabel," Castiel gave her a hug.
Annabel and Evan took their seats at the library table, while holding hands.
"So I'll finally get to meet your father," he sounded nervous.
"Yup," Annabel nodded, "The only time I get to see him is on my birthday."
Evan nodded and gave her hand a squeeze, "Maybe he'll have good news this year?"
She smiled, but her brown eyes remained doubtful, "Maybe."
"You know your father does not realize you have a partner, correct?" Cas looked at Annabel.
"I told him about it last year," she crossed her arms.
"This is your father," Cas smiled, "He probably forgot."
Annabel sighed, "He's so single-minded."
Cas nodded and suddenly there was a knock at the door. Dean retrieved the final guest, Crowley. Annabel stood and walked over to him, giving his a hug, while he whispered a happy birthday. Evan followed behind her quietly until she pulled away from Crowley, to allow Evan to introduce himself.
"Hello sir," Evan gave a small bow.
"Who's this?" Crowley stared at Annabel.
"My name is Evan Axavier," he smiled, "I am Annabel's boyfriend."
There was silence as the two stared each other down. Evan was taller than Crowley, but wasn't as intimidating.
"Boyfriend?" Crowley looked at his daughter, "Since when?"
"Almost two years."
"Why didn't you tell me?" the demon narrowed his eyes.
"I did," Annabel sighed, "Last year I told you, but I guess you forgot."
Again there was silence.
"What do you know about Annabel?" Crowley asked.
"Everything," Evan said, "I know she's a hunter, I know she's a cambion, I know she's the daughter of the King of Hell, and I know her mother has been missing for over a decade."
Everyone looked down.
"I see," Crowley nodded, "Are you a hunter?"
"No," Evan shook his head, "Just a regular, everyday human."
Everyone looked at Crowley for his reaction.
"Why are you with my daughter?"
"Because I love her," Evan smiled.
"I don't believe you."
Annabel clenched her fists, "Dad."
"What kind of human would accept her as she is?" Crowley crossed his arms, "She's an abomination."
"Crowley-" Castiel tried to intervene.
"So I have to ask," the demon narrowed his eyes, "Who are you working for?"
"Excuse me?" Evan frowned.
"Any normal human would have ran away by now," Crowley carefully watched Evan, "Who are you and who do you work for!?"
"This is an insult!" Evan stood from his chair, "To me and your daughter!"
"Answer the question," Crowley raised his hand and pressed his thumb and middle finger together, "Now."
"Dad!" Annabel cried.
"I love Annabel," Evan stood his ground, "And that's the truth."
Crowley grinned, "Are you sure?"
"Enough!" Annabel flung out her hand, causing Crowley to fall into his seat, hands stuck to the arm of the chair.
He tried to stand, but he couldn't even move a finger.
"You have no right!" she yelled, "You only come to see me once a year and you still think you have the right to dictate my life!"
"I'm your father!"
"Barely," Annabel looked him in the eyes, "Dean and Sam have been more like fathers than you ever have."
The demon's eyes went wide for a moment before he looked down, "I know."
"But hopefully I can change that," Annabel sighed.
He looked at his daughter with a frown, "What?"
"I'm going with you," she smiled, "To find mom."
"Annabel," he shook his head, "It's been twelve years, and I haven't found any leads."
"Because you're looking in the wrong places," Annabel rolled her eyes and released Crowley from the chair.
"What do you mean?" Crowley stood.
"You've been looking for clues on earth, right?"
He nodded.
"And you've been away from Hell for these twelve years, right?"
"Yes, but I put my second in command in charge," Crowley replied.
"Think about it," Annabel raised a brow, "You've found nothing on earth and you've been away from Hell. You have no idea what's going on down there."
"What are you suggesting?"
"We need to see what's going on in Hell," she crossed her arms, "Because I think mom's disappearance was a distraction, to get you out of Hell."
