This is my first fanfic whatsoever. This is just an idea that popped into my head and I felt compelled to write it and share. Please review…and don't worry about tearing it shreads…I'm use to harsh critiques from my art class all the time.
I wish I owned the Supernatural characters, but I don't.
She showed up on the door step Christmas Eve, carrying presents and that Cheshire cat grin on her face. Her blue eyes seemed to glow. He stared at her for a moment, lost in the memories. She was there throughout school, she encouraged him to go talk to her, she was there when the first baby was born…and now she was here. He felt a wave of emotions as he stood in the doorway staring at her. He had expected her to show up after the fire, but she didn't. He had waited knowing it was her thing to appear out of the blue when he needed her…when they needed her.
"There's a storm comin'," she said," You gonna let me in or are you gonna let me stand out here all night?" Saying nothing he stepped out of the doorway and allowed her to enter. She stood, waiting for him to say something. He ran his fingers through his jet black hair then looked up at her with those big brown eyes. "Oh God here it comes," she said.
"Where have you been?" he cried. "I needed you…I needed you and I waited and I called and I left messages, sent letters…and…you never came…" he trailed off as he felt the tears come to his eyes.
"Johnny…I just…I can't pop in like that…I was taking care of something's and I had to make sure they were…taken care of…"she trailed off.
"What things?" he asked. She looked down at the Christmas presents she had sat in the floor. "What things?" he demanded.
"The same things that you've been…checking into…"she whispered. John turned away from her and hit the door. "Heard you were packing up and leaving…so before I couldn't find you I decided to swing by and see if you needed a hand." He turned to look at her.
"You…you brought presents…for the boys?" John asked. She got worried expression on her face.
"I thought you had girls," she said. John stared at her for a moment.
"Elizabeth…" he said.
"I'm joking…come on…you know I'm gonna try to make you laugh. So I think that Dean is possibly waiting for Santa to come? Right?" John smiled picking up the presents she bought. He led her into the living room. She sat down on the couch as John retrieved the kids. She glanced around. The house was nearly empty. Well duh, she said to herself, He's packing up and moving out. Probably sold everything in a garage sale.
John reemerged with the baby in his arms and the little one tagging along behind. She stood up and smiled looking at them.
"This is Sam…you weren't here when he was born…and you remember Dean…" John said. Dean peeped out from behind his father's legs.
"Hiya Dean…you don't remember me do ya?" She softly said. Dean shook his head as he cautiously.
"Dean…this is Aunt Elizabeth…she met you when you were a baby like Sammy." Dean continued to watch her from his safe distance. She smiled, knowing how to coax him out.
"May I hold him?" She asked. John hesitated for a moment.
"He might start crying…he doesn't take to strangers to well," John said. Elizabeth rolled her eyes and reached out for the baby. She sat down with him. They seemed to have a staring contest, studying each other. Dean slowly came out form his hiding place as John sat down beside her. Dean sat in a chair on the other side of John.
"He had you puppy dog face," she said looking at John. He faintly smiled…Mary had said that. "So…has he found himself yet…or is he still in baby mode?" Both the boys looked at her as she sighed. "What does he like?"
"He likes a lot of things," Dean quietly said. "He likes his vegetables…and bananas…and his favorite blanket…the one…."the little boy trailed off looking at his father, "The one mommy made him." Elizabeth nodded. Sammy snuggled up in her arms…he was starting to drop off to sleep. "I think he likes you," Dean said.
"Well…you use to like me…"she smiled. Dean blushed.
"Alright…," John said, "Bedtime." Dean nodded, heading up the steps. John followed telling Elizabeth he'd be right back. She looked down at little Sammy in her arms. He was sound asleep. She sat there listening. The house was quiet. She smiled thinking she heard the flutter of wings somewhere nearby.
"So what had you so busy?" John said sitting back down on the sofa.
"Johnny are you sure you want this?" she asked. " 'Cause once you're in…you don't get out. It consumes you. They'll hunt you down…you'll see things…you change. Are you sure you want in?"
"Look I've been talking to Missouri…this psychic down town. She told me about all these things."
"Knowing about them…and hunting them are two totally different things. They don't care if you know…but their like bees…go shaking their nest and you've got a swarm after you." John sighed gently brushing Sammy's check.
"I have too. I have to find out what…did that to her…I have to prevent that from hurting others." She nodded, accepting his answer. They sat there in silence. John waited on her to say something.
"Demons," she whispered, as though for Sammy not to here, "There was a band of demon possessions up north. I went after them. Got most of them. Then I had to help someone out."
"Who? " John asked.
"You remember Robert Singer?" she asked looking at him, "His wife was possessed. She attacked him and he did what he had to do. He killed her. He killed his own wife…without knowing anything. I couldn't leave him John. That was in March. We'd went on a demon killing spree." John looked her over. Questions began flooding to his mind. He began with the simplest one.
"How long? How long have you been doing this?" She looked down at the sleeping infant in her arms. Looking up at him she answered honestly.
"Since I was Dean's age," she replied. John's face fell.
"You knew that was out there all this time…and you never said anything? We've been best friends forever…and you couldn't tell me what you really did?" He asked hurt.
"Now wait a minute…I was really a nurse when we went overseas," she said," And I do sing for money in joints. But I also travel around slaying creatures of the night and other various creatures of the imagination. You just don't tell people that you hunt these things. They'll lock you up faster than you could shoot a silver bullet. I'm certain you've had your…encounters with skeptics." She smiled at John. He nodded knowing what she meant.
"So… I heard you had had a few…experiences of your own. And I decided to kill everything and come help." John tilted his head looking at her.
"What do you mean?"
"You need to know how to properly fight monsters. So…where you thinking about running off to?"
"I was just gonna get in the car and go."
"Good," She said. "Cause I know where we're going." She smiled as John gave her a questioning look. "John Winchester I plan on helping you get on your own two hunters feet…and by the time I'm done…people are gonna know you." She smiled as the baby squirmed in her arms. John smiled at her enthusiasm. Tomorrow, they hit the road.