Hey there Supernatural fans! This is my first story for this wonderful series and I hope you all like it! Comments about anything or questions are greatly appreciated! I love to hear feed back! This is more of a story about what would have happened if Lisa was never in the picture and someone else had been tugging on Dean Winchesters mind…(Never have I EVER liked Lisa) ;) Here is the full summery because I didn't have enough room up top! Thanks, Emma
Full summary:
Dean Winchester has never loved anyone but his family. What if long before the brothers knew their fate a young girl just happened across their paths? Gabriella Stevens is that girl. Raised with them as if they were siblings Dean and Sam have always done whatever they could for her. Now it's been almost ten years since they have seen each other and Dean has just made a deal that will send him straight to Hell. What will the past reveal? What has she always been hiding? Will it all just Fade To Black?
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Two years had passed since he had last seen her. The twinkling blue eyes, the soft pin straight black hair and a giggle that could make anyone smile. She was the reason to keep living, as long as she was safe he knew that he could fight one more day. Or so he thought.
Dean knew it was stupid to just walk up to her door. In true context he hadn't spoke to her for almost ten years. He just checked up on her every year or so. Trailing her to her work or house, calling Bobby for any news, searching for cases near her just to catch a glimpse at the old time beauty, but this was just downright crazy. He stared at the paper on more time. Cicero, Indiana and it wasn't very far from where they were now. It looked like a case, but he wasn't sure if Sammy would go for it.
Almost two weeks ago he had made a deal for his brother's life. A deal that meant he was going to lose his. Dean would do anything for Sam and if that meant an eternity in Hell then so be it. Sam wasn't that settled with the idea. Dean knew that he was working franticly with Bobby to somehow get him out of the iron clad deal. It was all in vain. He flipped the paper over in his hands one last time the smooth grin on his tan face.
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(19 years ago)
John Winchester was covered in blood, this wasn't the first time and it wasn't going to be the last. He chuckled a little to himself at that thought. He pulled out the sharpened bamboo stick of the dead Ōkami. The nasty werewolf like creature had never really been seen much in North America, but John was sure that this stupid beast had just gotten some heat from wherever it had came from and somehow ended up here. He looked out into the rainy Oregon night trying to keep his eyes open. He wondered if he could just crash on the coach for the night, call the police in the morning and burn the damned creature in the morning, but he knew that if he waited his boys would have to wait to. He sighed hefting the surprisingly light creature over his shoulder taking one last look long dead couple spread over the dining room floor. He had not been able to save them and that was going to eat away at his heart for awhile.
"Hey mister," a soft young voice whispered. John jumped pulling out his gun before he could blink. A young girl with huge blue eyes and raven black hair was staring at him through the railing of the stairs. Her small curls bounced with her breath and she stared down the barrel of the gun. "Don't hurt me."
"I'm sorry sweetie," he blanched stuffing the gun back into his jeans. "Where did you come from?"
"Upstairs," she said her dark blue eyes wide with fear little tears streaming down her checks. "I saw the monster attack them and I hided from it."
"It's alright now, honey. The monsters gone and it will never come back to hurt you." John tried to smile wondering if the small girl knew that her parents were dead. "What's your name?"
"Gabriella Stevens. Mommy calls me Ella." She frowned. Her big eyes full of questions. "What's your name?"
"John Winchester," he half smiled. "Nice to meet you, Ella, now why don't you come down and we can go find your grandparents."
"My grandma's dead," She said solemnly fresh tears springing from her eyes. John sighed running a blood covered hand through his curly locks. He couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor girl, she was in teddy bear pajamas and she looked like the picture of innocence. She couldn't be any older than Sammy or probably younger.
"Alright, then come with me." John said letting the little girl hop into his arms. He ran outside into the rain trying to keep her dry. He buckled her into the back of his black impala promising to be back in the next minute while he took care of the bad thing in the house. As soon as he was back in the house he scrounged the place for anything that she might ever need, packing a suitcase full of clothes, toys, a toothbrush, pictures and a few books that were on her nightstand. He threw the suitcase in the passenger seat, torching the monster in the front lawn making sure he didn't leave any solid evidence against him in the house.
"Ella, you have to agree with me on this story ok?" John asked before he could make a little girl lie. "You have to tell the police I found you walking on the highway with the suitcase before it started raining. Say you ran away because you heard scary noises coming from down stairs. Ok?"
"Do I get to stay with you John if I lie?" she asked her sad eyes meeting his in the review.
"I don't know if that will quite work out, honey." John frowned.
"I don't want to lie unless I can stay with you." She huffed crossing her tiny arms.
"We can try, Ella. I'm not making any promises." He grunted back pulling next to the police station.
"Ok," she finally smiled her little white teeth glowing in the dark. He pulled her up to the grimly station catching the attention of an older deputy his face less frazzled then those around him. He was shorter than John with longer sandy brown hair.
"Sir, I found this girl walking down the highway near Summit St. She only told me her name and that she was running away. I don't know what from." John said hastily protectively holding on to Ella. The officer bent down reaching out for the little girl. She came closer letting the officer scoop her up in his arms.
"Wait here…" the officer started fishing for John's name. His voice was different as if he was searching for a joke to be made.
"Samuel Adams," John lied instinctively not meaning to choose such a searchable name.
"Thank you, Sam for bringing her in. If you could wait in the chair over there we might need to ask you a few questions. I'm Officer Tom by the way."He smiled though his eyes betrayed a lack of trust. The shorter man walked away still holding Ella in his hands. The officer smiled at the little girl as if he had met her before.
John nodded checking his watch trying to determine how long it would be before his boys would wake up. Fifteen minutes passed as John was growing nervous, what was taking them so long and why did he feel such an attachment to a little girl he had met only an hour ago. His hunter mind started to spin tricks on him wondering what kind of creature would be impossible to resist under her circumstances. Nothing was coming to mind. He itched for a phone to call Bobby, the one person he felt he could trust in this line of work. Bobby knew almost everything and if he didn't he could find it in a book somewhere.
"Samuel?" Officer Tom asked a glazed look in his brown eyes. He was holding Ella's hand her pretty smile locked on her round face.
"Yes?" John asked the familiar feeling sinking into his gut.
"We need to keep Ella at a nearby safe house for a few days and see if her parents show up. Though she seems pretty sure they are dead. If you wouldn't mind hanging around she seems dead set on you being her new 'daddy.'" Tom smiled not looking at all happy with the situation. John smiled slightly relieved that he was over reacting.
"Sounds good."
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(14 days and a couple of white lies later)
"Dad, we don't need another whiny brat holding us down." Dean complained looking at the small raven haired edition to there not so happy family. "Can't we just leave her here?"
"No," John said harshly willing himself not to smack his oldest son for his rude behavior. "Were going to take her to Bobby's and figure it out from there."
"What if there's a job for you on the way? I don't want to be stuck with two losers while you get to be a super hero." The smaller version of John whined again, that comment did earn him a swift smack on the side of the head.
"You listen to me, boy. You swore to me that you would protect Sammy and now you have someone else to protect. Got it?" John asked sternly one hand firmly wrapped around Deans smaller bicep. In this moment John really hated himself for treating his most loyal son this way. He wished that he knew how to raise the boys right without living the hunter life.
"Yes, sir" Dean said tears filling up in his huge hazel eyes. John smiled patting Dean on the arm.
"Thank you, now go check the room one more time before we hit the road." Dean nodded sucking in deep breath before brushing past the raven haired girl.
Sam Winchester on the other hand was excited to have someone new to talk with. The boy was the same age as Ella and he was going to try hard to make her his friend. Even though the five year old was only used to playing rough with Dean he tried to make a gentle approach to this girl.
"You can ride in the back with me." Sam started opening the door for the girl. She smiled climbing into the black car that he was strangely fond of. He ran around to the other side slipping in next to her. "We're going to go see Uncle Bobby."
"John told me." She smiled sweetly. "How old are you?"
"Six almost seven," Sam boasted proudly. "How old are you?"
"Six, but my birthday isn't until July." She frowned. "How old is your brother?"
"He just turned ten. Don't listen to him though, he's just different sometimes."
Dean jumped into the front seat the same time that John did. The car started to roll down the rainy Washington road and strangely the young girl began to sing.
'Life it seems will fade away, drifting further every day. Getting lost within myself, nothing matters no one else.' Her tiny voice sang sweetly causing John to crack a small smile and Dean to turn completely over in his seat.
"You know Metallica? He gasped his jaw almost disconnecting from his head.
"Mommy said my real Daddy liked that song and I should know what type of daddy he was." She smiled. "She just got upset when I started to like it too."
Dean stared in amazement at the tiny metal loving girl now in back seat. He nodded turning back around popping in the tape sticking half way out of the cassette player. It started to blast a mix what now is classic rock. The girl nodded along with the music while Sam slowly realized that this girl was never going to be more than his friend, while his older brother wondered why he ever started complaining about her.