How It All Began

The sun was shining ever so brightly on yet another scorcher of a day. It was going to be quite lovely having five girls packed into a toy car for the long trip ahead of us. We didn't care about being cramped like sardines one bit because we were ecstatic we were finally getting to go to a convention. Kori, Larissa, Deb, Angel, and myself had been planning this trip for over a year now and nothing was going to get between us and Supernatural.

I had finished packing and was about to walk out the door when a dark car pulled up in the driveway blocking my car in. I was in such a rush I didn't pay much attention to it and continued on my way to my car. As I opened the car door and threw my bag inside, an extremely tall good looking gentleman with long shaggy brown hair walked up to me. "Excuse me, Miss, does Chester King live here?"

I was weary to answer since I didn't know him but then again I didn't know many of my father's acquaintances. "Yes, he does. He's inside."

"Can we talk to him or is he leaving, too?"

"Talk away. I'm headed out." With the the hairy giant disappeared in my house. I got in my car and switched the ignition. It made an awful clicking sound. I kept trying and it kept clicking. I stopped and in frustration hit the steering wheel, "Dammit!" Then I heard a tapping on my window, I looked up into

the most piercing emerald green eyes. I was stunned for a second then I noticed they belonged to a rather scruffy man with messy dirty blonde hair.

"Pop your hood" he ordered.

"What?" I was still in shock.

"Pop your hood! I'll take a look at it."

"Okay." I popped my hood and he walked around to the front of my car. I waited a minute or two and then got out and went to where he was standing. "Can you tell me what's wrong?"

"Battery's dead."

"That's just great! I'm never going to get where I'm going this way. Son of a..."

"Bitch!" He finished my sentence before I had the chance.

"How'd you know..."

"Dani! I need you to come in the house. We need to talk," My father's voice interrupted me before I had the chance to ask him, "Dean, you come in, too!"

"Your name is Dean?" I asked as he closed the hood and we headed towards the house.

"Yeah. Your's Dani?"

"Yep."

"Short for anything?"

"Yep but you'll never know it!"

"Okie Dokie!" He opened the door for me as we went in.

I made my way to my chair and Dean, as I was recently informed, sat by the giant on the couch. I looked at my father who reeked of worry and despair.

"Sweetie. I don't know how to tell you this so I'm just going to say it. I've been keeping a secret from you for your whole life as a part of your mother's wish. You are a hunter like these boys over there."

"A hunter? Like them? You are pulling my leg, right?"

"I wish I was. Truth is you are a hunter of the things that go bump in the night, the things that most people are afraid of, the supernatural. The last of our line."

"Daddy! I see what this is. I'm a hunter of the supernatural. He's Dean. I guess that makes you Sam." They nodded in agreement. "This is all a ruse to keep me from going to the convention. If you didn't want me to go, then you should just tell me. You don't have to go through all this."

"This ain't about your stupid trip, young lady! They are Sam and Dean Winchester and they need your help!"

"Daddy, you know the Winchesters are characters in the book series my friends and I are reading. They aren't real."

"Danica Maiselle King! You know better. I don't know anything about those books and you know that. I knew you where going on a trip to a convention for some book. I thought if was about those sparkly vamps. These boys were sent here for my help and I'm not physically able to hunt anymore so now it's up to you to help them. So shut your bitching and listen."

"Yes, sir!"

"Did you say books?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. Carver Edlund wrote a book series called Supernatural about two brothers."

"Us! Sam and Dean Winchester. They are our lives. The guy's name is actually Chuck Shurley and he is a prophet of the Lord. He is also in hiding" Sam interrupted.

"He better be hiding because he said he stopped writing those" Dean grunted.

" Technically he did. There are rumors of new books but no actual proof. So the books are real? You are real?"

"Yes and yes."

I stared in awe of the news I just heard. I couldn't believe they were real. I mean who hasn't fanasized about the Winchesters being real to have that once in a lifetime experience with one of them but to actually see them sitting on my couch was a little too much fangirl overload.

"We can prove it." Sam insisted. They both showed me their anti-possession tattoo.

"That doesn't prove anything. I know lots of people in the fandom with those tats."

"Baby. She has leggos, army men, our initials, and the arsenal in the trunk."

"All in the book and can easily be done."

"Dean, the only way we are going to prove who we are is for her to see our ribs. We need a x-ray."

We loaded up in the Impala and went to the County hospital. The boys and myself crept our way into radiology. Luckily for us, they were all on break. Dean pulled his shirt off revealing his buff torso and arms then stood in front of the machine as Sam proceeded took a x-ray of his chest. Then he hung it up on the light. Sure enough the Enochian symbols were there. There wasn't a way of faking those. We quickly exited the hospital before anyone knew we were even there. We were back in the car and on our way back to my house before the nurses even thought about walking back to their stations. When we returned home, they began to explain everything to me.

"Danica, sweetie, I'm sorry I never told you about your lineage. I only wanted to protect you. I figured if I stopped then maybe my family's sins wouldn't be passed onto you. I should have known better. The main rule of hunting, once a hunter always a hunter. I managed to protect you for so long. Instead of keeping you in the dark, I should have told you the truth. At least I did have you take self defense and shooting lessons. I'm sorry" my father choked out those words before the tears began to flow. Then there was no talking from him.

"We were sent here by Bobby Singer. I know you know who is through the books so I don't have to explain it. He and your father worked a job back in the day together. He knew he still lived around here and thought he could help us out. He didn't know of your father's condition though. He did warn us about you." Dean chuckled when he spoke that lost part.

"Actually, Bobby warned Dean to stay away from you. Told him to keep his head in the game and not well you know" Sam corrected.

"Sammy" Dean grunt mumbled.

"Back to story. There have been lots of omens, signs, and freak sightings in this area. We aren't sure exactly what's going on but the signs are leading to something big so we've came to investigate and see how we can help."

"And gang some sons of bitches" Dean threw in.

"And this has what to do with us? Me?"

"Bobby thought your father would be able to tell us more ab the area and what activities have been taking place and possibly help us finish off whatever it is. Since your father is no longer able to do so, you can take his place and help us."

"I can try."

"She'll need training" That was the first time my father had spoken in minutes.

"We'll train her" Sam told him.

"I'm trusting you with her. From what I know about the Winchesters, she's in good hands. Just promise me you'll protect her."

"With my life" Dean assured him.

"I have a storage shed with all my old gear in it. Here's the key. Unit 113. Grant's Storage. Love you!" Daddy acted like it was goodbye forever when he handed me the key. I guess to him it was since he was sending his only daughter to her possible death as a hunter.

I called Larissa to tell them I wasn't going to be able to make the trip – something came up. I grabbed my bag out of my car and headed with them to the storage unit then to a motel. We unloaded the boxes and started combing through them hoping its contents might lead us somewhere.