Yet again I found myself stuck in a shitty motel room waiting for another job, I've been doing this my whole life but it never seems to get any easier. To tell you the truth I hate living this type of lifestyle, always on the move and never staying in one place for too long but I would never change my job for the world. I mean I love it and its something that enables me to go around saving people.
My first ever job was when I was 10 years old, there was a ghost terrorising and killing family members in Mississippi. As soon as we heard my father and I travelled to the destination and successfully destroyed the bones. It was an easy hunt which ended up being the first of many.
Sadly my father was killed when I was twelve when he went on an unknown hunting trip. I never found out what really happened to him but he left me the family legacy to which I would carry on with the knowledge that thats what he would have wanted.
My father was the last relative I had and you may feel that I was all on my own, well I wasn't I was taken in by people who I now consider to be my family, the Winchesters. John had taken me in when he had heard the news and he used to tell me that my father had told him to take care of me which I was greatful for. John had two sons, Sam and Dean. Dean was a year older than me while Sam was three years younger. Both I consided to be my brothers but somehow I have always been closer to just one of the two.
The Winchesters had suffered a great deal of loss in their time but they are a family and they protect each other no matter the consequences. I was now apart of that family and I knew that they would keep me safe and I would do my best to keep them safe too. They were also hunters which meant that I could carry on with what my father had taught me and I could be myself around them. This was one of the many reasons as to why I was grateful to be apart of that family as I knew they knew I had their backs as well as them having mine.
Right now I was just waiting for the next job. Yet agin it was another shitty motel room that had been our home for the past few days. I couldn't really complain as I wasn't on my own I had Dean here. We had just finished our own hunt and we were just waiting for John to come back. He's been away on a hunting trip for a few weeks now and there has been no word from him. I was starting to worry. Sam was away at Uni and hadn't been answering his phone for months. Him and John had had an argument which only led to Sam leaving for Uni and leaving the family business and us behind. I missed Sam, he was like my baby brother and I know deep down so did Dean and John. Dean would never admit it though, he can be a real stubborn son of a bitch sometimes.
Thinking for a few more moments I decided to head into the kitchenette to grab a drink. As I got up I noticed dean sitting at the table in the corner of the room. He looked to be deep in thought so I decided to ask him something that had been bugging me for a while now.
"Dean?" I asked grabbing two beers from the mini bar.
"Hmm?"
"When's your dad coming back he hasn't contacted us in a while and I'm starting to get worried" I asked handing him one of the bottles.
He sat there and rubbed his hand over his face deep in thought. "I don't know Dani, I've been thinking the same thing".
I was sat on the table infront of him now and could see that he had had hardly any sleep. He looked so drained, without thinking I placed my hand on his shoulder trying to comfort him. He probably didn't need comforting but its the least I could do I hated seeing him so troubled and worried. Dean looked up and smiled at me, grateful for my kindness, he slowly stood and placed a kiss on my forehead. This wasn't unusual he always did it to say thank you.
"I think it's time we payed my baby brother a little visit".
Just like that we packed up our stuff and we were on the road to Stanford University.