Hey guys, this idea for a crossover and OC has been rattling around my computer for a while and I finally got around to putting the first chapter together. I hope you enjoy it.
"I can't believe you're sending me to live in a suburban nightmare with Lilith trying to bring Lucifer topside." Ginger exclaimed taking things out of the bag Dean was packing for her. "I'm not going."
Dean fixed her with a glare taking the clothes back from her and stuffed them in the bag. "That's exactly why you're going." He zipped up the bag. "Ginger you nearly died…"
Ginger nodded. "And you did die." She snapped.
"I'm not going to loose you." Dean placed his hands on her shoulders. "What about if I promise that if we ned backup we'll call you?" He asked her.
Ginger shook her head. "No because you always need backup." She grabbed the bag and unzipped it, emptying the contents onto the motel floor. "I'm not going." She crossed her arms over her chest and fixed him with a smirk that said 'now what you going to do?'
Dean groaned and ran a hand over his face.
The door to the motel room opened and Sam walked in carrying takeout bags. "Hey… Ginger why are your clothes on the floor?" He frowned looking at the heap of clothes on the floor.
Ginger turned on her heel and stomped into the bathroom slamming the door behind her.
Sam turned to Dean. "What?"
Dean shook his head and knelt down stuffing the clothes back into the duffle bag. "You talk to her. I'm gonna eat in the car." He took one of the bags and stomped out of the room.
Sam sighed and looked up at the ceiling. He walked over to the bathroom and knocked on the door. "Ginger."
"I'm not going and nothing you say is going to make me change my mind." Ginger called out.
"Look come out and we'll talk about this." Sam pleaded.
Ginger paced up and down the small length of the bathroom and ran a hand through her hair. "You don't get it. Neither of you do." She snapped.
Sam leant against the door. "We just don't want you to get hurt."
Ginger wiped at her eyes getting rid of the tears. "I don't want to be left behind."
"Please, just come out. I got you your favourite. Double bacon and cheese with extra pickles, curly fries and onion rings." Sam told her. There was a pause and then he almost fell forward when the door opened and Ginger stood in the doorway.
"Vanilla milkshake?" Ginger asked.
Sam grinned. "Thick and creamy just how you like it."
Ginger stepped forward and hugged her brother. "Thanks Sam." She mumbled into his chest.
Sam wrapped his arms around her. "You should go to this town."
Ginger stepped back and glared at him. "What?"
"Hear me out." Sam held out his hands. "You've never had a normal life. You've never been allowed to be a teenager or go to school or have friends your own age. Think of it this way, you could be the first Winchester to go and finish college." Sam smiled at her.
Ginger shook her head. "I don't want to go to college. I want to be with you guys."
"Just give it a month." Sam suggested. "Try the normal life and if you really, really hate it then we'll come and get you. Just try it." He pleaded.
Ginger sighed. "One month."
Sam nodded. "Just one."
"Okay." Ginger moved over to the small table and grabbed her bag of food. She walked over to the door and stepped outside. Ginger walked over to the Impala and got in the passenger side. She didn't say anything for a minute. "You're all I've got. You and Sam. I don't know how to be anything else than a hunter. And I'm scared. I'm scared one day you both won't be there and then I'll have nothing." She shook her head.
Dean grabbed her hand. "Hey, you're not going to be alone."
The two ate in silence for a while. Ginger sighed. "I'll go." She announced. "But only for a month and if it sucks as much as I think it's going to suck, I'm coming back." She fixed him with a pointed look.
"Okay I can live with that." Dean nodded. "We'll drop you off tomorrow and we'll regroup in a month. Deal?" He held out his hand.
Ginger shook it. "Deal."
Teen Idle
The next day Dean pulled the car up in front of a nice looking house and the three of them got out of the Impala. Ginger swung her bag over shoulder and gripped her other bag in her hand. They walked up to the door and Dean knocked.
A man answered the door with a smile. "Hello, you must be Dean, Sam and Ginger?"
"That's us. And you're… Alan?" Dean shook the man's hand.
"I am, please, come in." He motioned them inside. "I was surprised when Bobby called. It's been a long time since we last talked."
"You were a hunter?" Sam asked.
Alan shook his head. "No, but I've been aware of the supernatural world for a long time and I know how good it is to have contacts." He motioned for them to sit down.
Ginger sat in between Dean and Sam and looked around the living room. There was a television in the corner and a bookshelf stuffed with books. The two couches, an arm chair and a coffee table. "So what do you do?" Ginger asked.
"I'm a veterinarian." Alan told her.
"That's cool." Ginger pressed her lips together.
"Would you like to see your room?" Alan asked.
"I get my own room?" It hadn't really occurred to her that she would have her own room. She'd never had a room to herself before. Ginger followed him out of the living room and upstairs. Her eyes widened when she saw the room. It was huge. She stepped into the room and looked around. There was a double bed, a bookshelf, a desk with lamp and a dresser with a small television on top of it.
Alan watched her look around the room. "It's not much but you're welcome to decorate and make it your own." He told her.
Ginger turned around. "Really?"
Alan nodded.
"Okay so this is a little bit cool." Ginger smiled. She left her bags in the room and followed Alan back downstairs where her mood dropped again when she saw her brothers waiting by the door. "You're leaving?" Ginger asked.
Dean nodded. "Yeah, we've got a lead in Michigan." He told her.
Ginger nodded. "Okay." She wasn't ready for them to go but she wasn't going to show it. She was a Winchester. "Well call me when you get there." She shrugged.
Dean stepped forward and hugged her tightly. "We'll see you soon." He promised and took a step back to let Sam say goodbye.
Sam pulled Ginger in for a hug. "Remember what we talked about." He whispered to her. "Try and have fun. Be a teenager." He smiled at her.
Ginger pulled a face. "Ew, what's a teenager?"
Sam chuckled. "Very funny."
Ginger stood at the end of the drive and watched them drive away feeling her heart break. She didn't want to be left behind. She wanted to be with her brothers. Instead she was stuck here.
"Ginger." Alan placed his hand on her shoulder. "Shall we go inside."
Ginger nodded and followed him back into the house.
Teen Idle
The next day Ginger started high school. She'd been to a few schools when her dad and Dean had been working a longer case than usual or the few times she'd crashed at Bobby's for a few months. Other than that she'd been essentially home schooled on the road. Her mood had not improved much overnight and she was not looking forward to the idea of joining the mass of hormonal, clueless teenagers. However not being someone to ever let her emotions get in the way of anything, ignoring ones emotions was a Winchester thing, Ginger got up, showered and got dressed in a pair of black jeans, white tank top and a red and black plaid flannel shirt. She pulled on her boots and tied her blonde hair up into a high ponytail. She shrugged on her leather jacket and grabbed her bag.
"Good morning Ginger. Did you sleep well?" Alan greeted her as she walked into the kitchen.
"Honestly that bed is the most comfortable thing I've ever slept in." Ginger sat down with a groan.
Alan chuckled. "I'm glad to hear it. Are you ready for school?"
Ginger chewed on a bite of toast. "Ready isn't exactly the word I'd use but sure lets go with that."
"Well maybe this." Alan slid a set of keys over to her. "Will make you feel better. Your brothers had it sent over. I think they thought you'd prefer your own set of wheels to get around with." He smiled at her.
Ginger eyed the keys in shock. "Really?"
Alan nodded. "You have your license?"
"I have A license." Ginger drank the rest of her coffee and stood up, picking up the keys. "Well I should get going don't want to be late on my first day." She headed for the door. "And Alan." She turned around. "Thank you."
"No problem." Alan shook his head.
Ginger stepped outside in the id September air and her jaw dropped when she saw the sleek black 1969 Dodge Charger. She walked over to it and ran her fingers over the bonnet. She got in the car and ran her hands over the steering wheel. Ginger smiled seeing a note taped to the front of the steering wheel. She picked it up and unfolded it.
Ginny
Ginger rolled her eyes, she hated that nickname.
Enjoy the wheels. Us Winchesters have to travel in style. Sam also got you something in the glove box, it's got all your favourite songs on it and our phone numbers.
Dean
Ginger smiled and folded up the note. She reached into the glove box and found a brand new phone. She plugged the phone into the stereo and Uma Thurman by Fall Out Boy started to play. Ginger grinned and feeling a little better, started the engine and pulled out of the driveway.
Teen Idle
Alison and Lydia met up in the parking lot before school. They were just talking about Alison going out with Scott the next day when this classic car rolled up and a really pretty girl got out of the car. Lydia frowned watching her walk up to the school. "Who the hell is that?"
"I don't know. Do you think she's new?" Alison asked also watching the newcomer.
"I don't know but I'm going to find out." Lydia flounced off in the direction of the girl who had stopped just inside the door and was looking at a piece of paper. "Hi." Lydia greeted the new girl. "I love your jacket." She smiled at her. "You're new right?"
Ginger blinked at the girl who had approached her. "Er… Yeah. Thanks?" She looked down at the leather jacket which had actually once belonged to Dean.
Lydia smiled. "Well I'm Lydia and this is Alison and you are?"
"Ginger."
"How old are you?" Lydia asked.
Ginger blinked. "Er… Sixteen."
Lydia frowned. "So are you a freshman or a sophomore?"
"Freshman." Ginger answered.
"Us too." Alison smiled at her.
"We can totally show you the ropes if you like." Lydia told her.
Ginger who was never one to accept help from anyone, she wondered where she'd gotten that from, and shook her head. "I'm good, thanks." She turned and walked off. Ginger found the admin office and walked in. "Hi, I'm Ginger Winchester, I'm supposed to be picking up my schedule." She leant against the desk.
The lady behind the desk looked up and smiled. "Oh yes, we've been expecting you. I have your schedule here. Would you like me to get someone to show you where your first class is?"
Ginger shook her head. "No thank you."
"Well let me be the first to welcome you to Beacon Hills High." She smiled at her.
"Thanks." Ginger left the office and looked down at her schedule. She had economics. Pulling her bag strap further up her shoulder Ginger set off to her first class.
Teen Idle
There was a buzz around the school about an animal attack on one of the school buses. As Ginger made her way to class there was an announcement over the tannoy that classes would go on as usual while the police worked to determine what happened.
Econ was okay, the teacher was a little weird and then she had English followed by Chemistry. By Chemistry, Ginger was in a bad mood. Twice she'd been forced to introduce herself to the class and people had stared at her like she was the new attraction at the zoo. Ginger hated attention.
Mr Harris eyed the new girl as she walked over to him. "Right." He huffed and mumbled something about transfers after he'd already arranged all his classes. All of which Ginger heard. "You'll need a text book and you can sit over there." He motioned to a chair. "We're studying chemical reactions at the moment. I'm sure if you possess enough brain cells that you won't take long to catch up. Any questions?" He asked her.
Ginger took the text book and added it to the pile. "Yeah. How thick IS that stick up your ass?"
Mr Harris blinked at her in shock. "What?"
"Oh I'm sorry I thought you had enough brain cells to understand. How. Thick. IS. That. Stick. Up. Your. Ass?" Ginger said slowly.
Mr Harris turned red and he looked like he was going to explode. "Sit down Miss Winchester." He ordered giving her a dark look.
Ginger walked over to her seat and sat down next to a boy who was twisted in his seat talking to a boy behind them.
"Maybe it was my blood on the door." The boy sat next to her was saying.
"Could have been animal blood. You know, maybe you caught a rabbit or something." The boy behind them suggested.
The boy next to her frowned. "And did what?"
"Ate it." The boy behind them said.
"Raw?"
The boy behind them scoffed. "No, you stopped to bake it in a little werewolf oven. I don't know, you're the one who can't remember anything."
Ginger stiffened in her seat. Did he just say werewolf? Was there a werewolf in the class with her. Was she sat next to a werewolf?
"Mr. Stilinski, if that's your idea of a hushed whisper, you might want to pull the headphones out every once in a while. I think you and Mr. McCall would benefit from a little distance, yes?" Harris turned around from where he was writing on the board.
"No."
Ginger snorted and tried to cover it up as a cough. She watched the two boys get up and move to different tables away from each other.
"Let me know if the separation anxiety gets to be too much." Harris turned back to the board.
There was a moments silence when a girl at the front pf the class jumped up from her seat. "Hey, I think they found something." She dashed over to the window and the entire class did the same.
Ginger watched as a man was wheeled over to an ambulance.
"That's not a rabbit." The boy with the floppy hair said.
The man on the gurney jumped up and screamed causing everyone in the class to jump and some of the girls to scream. Ginger rolled her eyes, normal people were so jumpy.
"Okay. This is good, this is good. He got up, he's not dead. Dead guys can't do that." The boy who had been sat behind her said.
"Stiles - I did that."
Ginger eyed the boys out of the corner of her eye and returned to her seat having seen enough. There was something fishy going on here.
Teen Idle
Ginger burst out of the school having hurried out of her class when the lunch bell sounded. She leant against the railings and took a few deep breaths. She ran a hand through her hair and sighed. School sucked. This whole thing sucked.
"Just breathe it gets easier."
Ginger turned around and saw the Alison girl from this morning stood by herself. "Really?"
Alison walked over to stand next to her. "New girl, new school, you don't know anyone and it sucks because you were perfectly happy the way things were. I've been there." Alison told her. "Many times. My family moves around a lot because of my dad's job. He sells arms to the police. Sometimes we were lucky if we stayed in a place for at least three months."
Ginger laughed. "Three months, try three days."
"Really?" Alison asked her eyes wide.
Ginger nodded. "I don't really want to talk about it."
Alison nodded. "Okay. Look I know Lydia comes off a bit… strong but she's okay really and would it be SO bad to have some friends?" She asked her.
"Probably not. I'm just not used to people WANTING to be my friend." Ginger laughed. "I might not be here long enough." She glanced at Alison.
Alison grinned. "Well you'd better make the most of it while you're here. Come on, come and have lunch with us. It'll be fun!"
"Are you always this optimistic?" Ginger asked but allowed herself to be pulled back into school to sit with Alison and her friends. She stood awkwardly at the doors of the cafeteria with Alison who was convincing Lydia to let her sit with them.
Lydia for some reason relented probably because she wanted the pretty new girl close incase of sabotage. "Okay well lets go get something to eat." She led them into the cafeteria.
Ginger grabbed a tray moving behind Alison. "Any tips on the food in this place?"
"Stay away from the tuna melt and you'll be fine." Alison whispered to her.
Ginger picked up a bottle of juice, a bag of chips, a cookie and an apple. She followed the girls over to a table and a group of guys joined them on the way.
"We'll figure it out." A guy with a shaved head was saying to his friend whom Ginger recognised to be the two guys from Chemistry.
"Figure what out?" Lydia asked.
"Nothing. Homework." The other boy said pulling out the chair next to him for Alison.
Ginger sat down next to the boy with the shaved head from Chemistry who gave her an awkward smile and nod. She nodded back and attempted to smile.
"Get up." A boy walked over, barking the order at the boy sat at the head of the table.
The guy groaned. "How come you never ask Danny to get up?"
Danny chuckled. "Because I don't stare at his girlfriend's coin slot. So I hear they're saying it's some type of animal attack. Probably a cougar."
Jackson shrugged. "I heard mountain lion."
Lydia rolled her eyes. "A cougar is a mountain lion. Isn't it?"
"Hey, maybe it was a werewolf." Ginger joked taking a bite out of her apple.
Scott gave her a nervous look. "Werewolves aren't real."
Ginger shrugged. "Just a joke."
Jackson rolled his eyes. "Who cares? The guy's probably some homeless tweaker who's gonna die anyway." He picked at his food with his fork.
"Actually, I just found out who it is. Check it out." Stiles held his phone out.
"The Sheriff's department won't speculate on details of the incident but confirmed the victim, Garrison Meyers, did survive the attack. Meyers was taken to a local hospital where he remains in critical condition." The reporter on the screen said.
Scott reached out and grabbed the phone. "I know this guy." He exclaimed looking down at the photo of the man on the screen.
Allison frowned. "You do?"
Scott handed Stiles his phone back. "Yeah, when I used to take the bus back when I lived with my dad. He was the driver." He explained.
Lydia sighed. "Can we talk about something slightly more fun, please? Like, oh, where are we going tomorrow night? You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?" She asked Alison who looked like a deer caught in the headlights.
"Um, we were thinking of what we were gonna do." Alison looked at Scott.
Lydia set her fork down. "Well, I am not sitting home again watching lacrosse videos, so if the five of us are hanging out, we are doing something fun." She announced.
"Hanging out? Like, the five of us?" Scott asked, thinking that was the last thing he wanted to do.
Ginger pointed around the table. "I think you're miscounting."
Lydia shook her head. "Nope, you're coming too."
"Do you wanna hang out, like us and them?" Scott asked Alison.
Allison bit her lip. "Yeah, I guess. Sounds fun." She nodded.
"You know what else sounds fun? Stabbing myself in the face with this fork." Jackson held up his fork giving Scott a dirty look.
"Can I help?" Ginger asked with a hopeful expression.
Lydia ever the mediator cut in before Jackson could say anything else. "How 'bout bowling? You love to bowl." She turned to Jackson.
Jackson scoffed. "Yeah, with actual competition."
Allison leant over the table to fix him with a glare. "How do you know we're not actual competition? You can bowl, right?" She asked Scott turning to look at him.
"Sort of." Scott shrugged.
Jackson frowned. "Is it sort of, or yes?"
Scott hugged. "Yes. In fact, I'm a great bowler." He snapped.
Ginger raised her hand. "Well I have no intention in playing the fifth wheel. So you can count me out." She told the group.
"Why don't you come Stiles?" Alison turned to Stiles.
Stiles blinked, shocked he was being included in the conversation. "What?"
Alison motioned to Ginger. "Why don't you go with Ginger?"
Stiles nodded. "Er… Okay… I mean if you want to…" He turned to Ginger.
Ginger shrugged.
"That's settled then." Lydia smiled at them and clapped her hands together.
Teen Idle
Ginger drove around to the animal clinic after school and met up with Alan.
"So how was school?" Alan asked.
"As boring as I remember." Ginger replied sitting on the counter and watching him pack away equipment. "I think I made some friends though. Which is weird."
Alan frowned. "Weird?"
Ginger shrugged. "I've never had friends before. I mean my own age." She took a bite out of the apple in her hand and held a book in her other. "We're going bowling tomorrow." Ginger rolled her eyes. "Embracing the normal." She threw her apple core in the bin. "Is there anything I can do?"
Alan shook his head. "No, you're fine, my afternoon boy will be here soon. So have you heard from your brothers?" He asked.
Ginger shook her head. "No, but knowing them they're probably neck deep in trouble." She laughed and then let out a sigh. "God I hate this!" She exclaimed. "No offence."
Alan smiled. "None taken. Your life has been fighting against the current of the never end river of life and now you've got a chance to float. So maybe try and enjoy not having to fight every second of every day." He told her.
Before Ginger could reply Scott from school burst into the room. "Sorry, sorry."
"You're all of two minutes late." Alan chuckled.
Scott set his bag down in the corner. "I just don't want you to think I'm slacking."
Alan smiled. "Scott, I guarantee you, you're one of the least slacking kids in this town." He turned around to face him.
Scott seemed to finally realise Ginger was in the room and jumped back. "Hi. What?"
"Ginger is the daughter of an old friend of mine. She's staying with me for a while." Alan explained.
"Oh." Scott replied. "So…" He glanced over at the door and stopped talking.
The Sheriff walked in with a police dog.
Alan smiled and knelt down. "Hey, I see someone is ready to get their stitches out."
Ginger, who loved dogs, got down from the counter to come over to the table where the dog was set down to lay on. "Hey boy. Ready to get your stitches out? They suck huh at least you had someone professional I used to get dental floss in the bathroom." She scratched behind his ears. Ginger looked up realising everyone was looking at her. "Er… I hurt myself once and we were in the middle of nowhere and my brother stitched me up with some dental floss until we got to the hospital." She explained.
The Sheriff nodded. "Right. Hey, listen, while I'm here, you mind taking a look at those pictures I was telling you about? Sacramento still can't determine an animal." He held out the file.
Alan took the folder from the Sheriff. "I'm not exactly an expert. This is the guy who was attacked on the bus?" He asked.
"Yeah and we found wolf hairs on Laura Hale's body." The Sheriff said.
Ginger and Scott both looked up.
"A wolf?" Scott asked. "I mean I think I read somewhere that wolves haven't been in California for, like, 60 years." He shook his head.
Alan nodded. "That is true."
"Yeah but wolves are highly migratory." Ginger put in. "They could have wandered in from another state driven by impulse or a strong enough memory." She walked over to the two men. "Can I see?" She asked. "My family are expert hunters. I've come across all sorts of animal bites. Have the scars to prove it." She joked.
Alan glanced at the Sheriff. "I'm okay with it if you are."
The Sheriff nodded. "Okay but no repeating it to your friends." He handed over the file.
Ginger set the file down. "Well a wolf would have gone for the throat or the spinal chord or even the heart." She frowned at the pictures.
"So what do you think, mountain lion?" The Sheriff asked.
Ginger tilted her head from side to side. "I don't know… I mean a wolf could chase down it's prey and hobble it at the ankles and then tear out the throat." She handed back the folder. "I'm sorry I can't be of anymore help."
The Sheriff shook his head. "You've helped plenty. Thank you."
Later Alan had a house call so Ginger volunteered to help Scott close up as she seemed to have really bonded with some of the patients.
"So how come you know so much about wol- animals?" Scott asked.
Ginger looked up from where she was feeding the cats. "Just… Stuff I've picked up." She shrugged. "Why?"
Scott shrugged. "Just curious. So you said earlier that wolves have memories?"
Ginger nodded. "Yeah. Longer term memories. It's associated with a primal drive. So how long ago were you bitten?" She looked up at him.
Scott looked like a deer caught in a headlights.
Ginger snorted. "Don't wet yourself I'm not gonna hurt you."
"You're not?" Scott asked.
Ginger shook his head. "You haven't given me a reason to… Yet." She crossed her arms over her chest. "So you've got two options. You can give me the full story or I can shoot you with a silver bullet now." She looked at him with a serious expression.
Scott swallowed. "I'll go for the first option."
Ginger sat down and motioned for Scott to take a seat.
Scott slowly sat down. "So er… Two weeks ago the night before school started… Stiles's dad got this call about a dead body in the woods… Well half a dead body. And Stiles came up with the brilliant idea that we should go look for the other half." Scott explained.
Ginger nodded. "Somehow I can see that."
"Anyway we got separated and I got attacked by this well werewolf. It was huge and black and had big red eyes. The next day I didn't need my inhaler any more. I was faster, stronger. I could see, hear and smell things that I shouldn't have been able to see, hear and smell. I met Alison who for some reason likes me and I got made first line on the lacrosse team." Scott sighed. "Stiles figured it out and tried to warn me but… lets just say my first full moon was eventful. I didn't hurt anyone. I just er… I was at this party then some stuff happened and I went running in the woods and Allison's dad shot me with a crossbow." Scott gushed.
Ginger held up a hand. "Wait, Allison's father?"
Scott nodded.
"Shot you with a crossbow?"
Scott nodded again.
Ginger frowned. "So Alison's family are…"
"Hunters? Yeah." Scott ran a hand through his hair.
"What's Alison's last name?" Ginger asked.
"Argent." Scott answered.
A look of realisation crossed over her face. "Ah. Okay, go on."
Scott cleared his throat. "Well ever since then I've been trying to learn control and figure all this stuff out. There's this guy, another werewolf, called Derek Hale. The body from the woods was his sister. I think he's the one who bit me but I don't know why and all I want to do is lead a semi normal life and play lacrosse and go out with Alison and not live in fear that I'm going to hurt someone." Scott ran a hand through his hair. "Are you going to shoot me?"
Ginger shook her head. "No, because I don't think you're dangerous."
"How do you know about all this?" Scott asked.
"Because I'm a hunter." Ginger told him rubbing her jaw.
Scott nodded. "I figured as much but you're like sixteen. Alison doesn't know anything about her family so how come you do?"
Ginger clasped her hands together. "Well for one thing my family is very different from Alison's family. My family don't just hunt werewolves, we hunt anything evil. Saving people, hunting things, that's the family business." She told him. "My family doesn't know the meaning of the word normal. We take cases across the country and hardly stay in one place for very long. Fake identities, no money except what we can hustle and there's a lot of credit card fraud in there too. It's not an easy life and it's not stable or safe. Short life expectancy too but someone has got to do it." Ginger shrugged. "Alison's family are werewolf hunters and they don't really understand the bigger picture. Normally families like the Argents live with one foot in our world and one foot in the normal world."
Scott nodded. "So why are you here?"
"I had a very near death experience. Spent quite a bit of time recovering in the hospital and my brothers being the protective jerks that they are sent me here." Ginger explained. "It probably won't be for long. We have this deal that after a month if I want to leave I can."
"So you've been hunting since you were a kid?" Scott asked.
Ginger nodded. "Well yeah but I didn't go on my first proper hunt until I was thirteen." She cleared her throat and stood up. "Enough questions okay. Look I'm not going to hurt you in fact I'm going to help you. Because it's obvious there is a real monster out there and I think you need a Winchester." She grinned at him.
Scott gaped at her. "You're really going to help?"
"Yep. And first rule. Stop talking about this stuff at school. You guys are not good whisperers. Second rule, keep me in the loop and third rule don't do anything stupid." Ginger smiled at him picking up her bag. "Plus I'm going to have to teach you to lie because you're terrible at it."
"You're not going to tell anyone about this right?" Scott asked.
Ginger laughed. "No, I'm not an idiot." She shook her head, pulled a pen out of her pocket and grabbed his hand. "My number, incase you need my help with anything." She wrote her number on the back of his hand. "Have a good night Scott." She left the vets and made her way back to Alan's.
Teen Idle
Ginger made dinner. It was her way of saying thank you. Even if it was only mac and cheese. Alan seemed to appreciate it.
"Where did you learn to cook?" Alan asked.
"When take out became monotonous we broke out the hotplate. My repertoire is any sort of pasta with a stir in sauce, mac and cheese, spaghetti hoops and bacon sandwiches." She joked.
Alan smiled. "Well this is a brilliant mac and cheese."
Ginger grinned. "Thanks."
After dinner Ginger went upstairs and actually did her homework. If she only had a month here she might as well do it right. Ginger finished up the english essay on Kafka's Metamorphosis when her phone started to ring. "About time you assholes called me." Ginger answered the phone.
"Hey Ginger, how's it going?" Sam called down the phone.
"I'm in hell." Ginger replied leaning back against her desk chair. "I'm actually doing freaking homework." She dropped her pen onto her notebook.
Sam chuckled. "Well everything is okay our end." He told her. "Dean's just gone out to get some take out so I'm sure he'll call later. What's your school like? Have you made any friends yet?"
Ginger nodded. "School is alright and yes. I'm going bowling tomorrow night if you can believe it."
"That's great." Sam exclaimed.
"It's going to be completely lame. You know I've never been bowling right?" Ginger ran a hand through her hair.
"Yeah but look how quickly you picked up pool. You could hustle me and Dean if we didn't know what you were doing." Sam encouraged her.
Ginger nodded. "Sure. So how's the hunt for Lilith going?"
"It's going." Sam replied with a sigh.
"Really that's all you're going to give me?" Ginger rolled her eyes. "You know. I've got a lot of homework to do and I gotta be up early. Night." She hung up the phone and tossed it back onto the desk and ran a hand through her hair. Her phone started ringing again. "I said I'm busy Sam."
"Hey Ginger. It's Scott."
Ginger wiped at her eyes. "Oh. Hi."
"Listen could you meet me and Stiles by the bus yard? I need some help with something." Scott asked her. "I know it's late and you're probably busy but…"
"I'll be there in ten minutes." Ginger hung up, stood up and grabbed her jacket.
Teen Idle
Ginger arrived at the bus yard to find Stiles and Scott both stood there by the fence. Stiles started when he saw her. "What is she doing here?"
"She figured it out." Scott told him before bolting over the fence. "Wait here." He walked over to the bus and left the two of them stood there.
Ginger frowned. "What was the point in me coming?"
Stiles shrugged. "I dunno. How did you figure it out?"
Ginger glanced at him. "Not my first werewolf."
"You… Are you a werewolf?" Stiles asked with wide eyes.
Ginger snorted. "No. I'm a hunter." She saw Stiles's eyes bug. "Relax. I'm not going to hurt Scott."
"Insinuating you could." Stiles pointed out.
"I have a shotgun in the back of my car that shoots wolfsbane bullets the size of walnuts." Ginger pulled a pack of Reece's Pieces out of her pocket and offered him the packet. "Reece's?"
Stiles gaped at her. "Er… You… What?"
Ginger wave the pack at him. "Reece's?"
Stiles reached over and popped a few pieces of the candy into his mouth. He chewed on them staring at the buses. "So how did you become a hunter?" He asked. "I mean not the usual hobby for a fifteen year old?" He asked her.
"I'm sixteen. And it's the family business." Ginger leant against the hood of the Jeep. "It's a long story that I don't want to go repeating."
Stiles nodded. "Okay." He looked back over at the bus. "Oh crap someone is coming." He ran over to the driver's side of the Jeep and sounded the horn.
Scott came running over to them, doing an impressive somersault over the fence.
The three of them dived into the Jeep and Stiles put his foot down on the gas. "Did it work? Did you remember?" Stiles asked him.
Scott nodded. "Yeah, I was there last night. And the blood - a lot of it was mine."
"So you did attack him?" Stiles glanced at Ginger in the back of the Jeep.
Scott shook his head. "No, I saw glowing eyes on the bus. They weren't mine. They must have been Derek's."
Ginger leant forward. "What about the driver?"
Scott turned around to look at her. "It's weird but I think I was actually protecting him."
"But why would Derek help you remember that he attacked the driver?" Stiles asked him pulling the car up at the side of the road now they were a good distance from the bus depot.
Scott shook his head. "That's what I don't get."
"It's got to be a pack thing." Stiles twisted in his seat.
Scott frowned. "What do you mean?"
Stiles shrugged. "Like an initiation. You do the kill together." He explained and glanced at Ginger.
"Because ripping someone's throat out is a real bonding experience?" Scott pulled a disgusted face at the idea of killing someone.
Ginger nodded. "You think that's bad, there's this type of werewolf out there… As a pack when they hunt they track down a person, rip out the heart and eat it." She told them. "Feral bunch."
Scott groaned. "Oh my god. Am I going to do that?"
Ginger shook her head. "No, different kind of werewolf. Maybe this is a kind of pack initiation but look at it this way. You didn't do it."
Stiles nodded. "Yeah, you didn't do it, which means you're not a killer. And it also means that…"
"I can go out with Allison." Scott exclaimed a grin spreading across his face.
Stiles pouted. "I was gonna say it means you won't kill me."
Scott nodded. "Oh, yeah. That too."
"Aw I'm enjoying the bromance back here guys but would you mind dropping me at my car. I've got some algebra homework to finish." Ginger told them.
Teen Idle
The next day after school Ginger went around to Alison's house to get ready for the group bowling thing. Lydia joined them to help Alison pick out an outfit. Ginger was staying in the jeans she'd worn to school but she was switching from a black tank and red flannel shirt to a white tank and green flannel shirt.
"Does your wardrobe consist of anything other than flannel and jeans?" Lydia eyed her outfit with a disapproving gaze.
"I have a suit for funerals." Ginger answered, shoving her hands in her pockets, leaning against the wall. "I like how I dress thank you very much."
Lydia walked over to the closet. "Pass. Pass. Alison your style is dwindling by the second." She pulled something out. "Now, this, this is perfect." She huffed a sigh of relief. "And I thought you were going to reach Ginger's level." She teased her friend.
Just then Mr Argent walked into the room.
Alison blinked. "Dad. Hello."
"Right, I completely forgot to knock. Sorry." He turned and saw Ginger leaning against the wall.
"Dad this is Ginger Winchester, she just moved here from… Where did you move from?" Alison asked looking at Ginger.
"Sioux Falls, South Dakota." Ginger answered. "Nice to meet you Mr Argent."
Chris stared at the girl. "You're not a relation of John Winchester are you?"
Ginger nodded. "He's my dad."
"I didn't know John had a daughter." Chris frowned.
"I was an unexpected addition to the family." Ginger crossed her arms over her chest. "You knew my dad?" She asked him.
Chris nodded. "We met once, briefly. Is he in town?"
Ginger shook her head. "No my dad died just over two years ago. Car accident."
"I'm sorry to hear that." Chris told her.
"Did you want something?" Alison asked her dad.
Chris nodded. "I just wanted to tell you that you would be staying in tonight."
Alison shook her head. "Dad, I'm going out with my friends tonight." She pointed out.
"Not when some animal out there is attacking people." Chris shook his head.
Allison tried to argue. "Dad, dad, I'm…"
Chris held up his hands. "It's out of my hands. There's a curfew. No one's allowed out past 9:30 P.M. Hey, no more arguing." He turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.
"Someone's daddy's little girl." Lydia teased her friend.
Alison nodded. "Sometimes. But not tonight." She cross over to the window, opened it and climbed out of it onto the ledge.
Ginger and Lydia walked over to the window and looked out at her. "What are you doing?" Lydia hissed at her, watching as Alison did a flip off the ledge and landed on the grass below her window.
Allison looked up at them with a grin. "Eight years gymnastics. Are you coming?"
Lydia shook her head. "I'll take the stairs." She dragged Ginger away.
Teen Idle
The group all met up at the bowling alley and went about paying, getting shoes and picking out a ball. Ginger stood to the side of Scott and Alison who were also looking at balls. Scott looked just as lost as she did.
"You look like you know what you're doing." Scott said to Alison.
Alison picked up a ball and judged it's weight. "Used to bowl all the time with my dad. When was the last time you bowled?" She asked.
Scott pressed his lips together. "At a birthday party." He watched Alison walk away. "When I was eight." He mumbled.
"If it helps, I've never been bowling." Ginger whispered to him.
"You've never been bowling?" Stiles exclaimed moving to stand next to her.
Ginger shook her head. "Nope. Wasn't much time with all the monster hunting." She picked up a ball and thought it seemed to feel like a good weight.
Stiles stared at her. "Okay well it's simple, you just bowl the ball down the alley and it hits the pins."
"Really, I thought that was air hockey." Ginger rolled her eyes. "I know how to bowl. I've just never actually been bowling." She walked over to the lane they were in and set her ball down on the rack.
Lydia went first, followed by Jackson, then Stiles, Alison, Scott and finally it was Ginger's turn. She got up and picked up her ball. She had just watched Scott fail and she really didn't want to do the same. Ginger held the ball and did the little run up she'd seen the others do and aimed for the middle of the lane. She bowled the ball with a good speed and was pleased when she knocked down some of the pins. She walked back to the rack to collect her ball and Stiles made to stand up. "You want some help?" He asked her.
The Winchester stubbornness came out and she shook her head. "I don't need any help." She walked over to the lane and managed to bowl a spare.
They played one game and Lydia insisted on playing another. Having grown bored and not wanting to join in on another game Ginger declined and moved into the small arcade.
"You like arcades?" Stiles asked following her.
Ginger shrugged. "No but I like bowling less. You want to play a game of pool?" She motioned to the pool table.
Stiles nodded. "Sure."
They played a game and Ginger lost badly.
"I think your girlfriend needs a few lessons in how to play pool." A guy who had been watching them said with a grin.
Ginger grinned at him. "But I bet I could take you."
The guy laughed. "Oh yeah? How much?"
Ginger reached into her pocket. "Fifty bucks?" She asked him.
"Alright. Easiest money I'll ever make." He set down his money.
Stiles leant in to her. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" He asked her.
Ginger glanced at the guy who wasn't looking at them and winked at him. She lost the first and second game. She sighed. "Okay buddy one more game, one hundred bucks." She set down another hundred on top of the hundred already on her pile.
"Go on then, since it's easy money." The guy set down the cash on the side.
Ginger slaughtered him. She grinned and picked up the money. "Thanks buddy, you were right, that was easy money." Ginger pocketed the money while the guy gaped at her.
"You bitch! You hustled me." He exclaimed.
"Well…" Ginger tilted her head from side to side.
"Give me back my money." The guy stepped into her space.
Stiles tried to get in between them. "Hey dude, she won that money fair and square. Why don't you just back off." He tried to get him to back off.
The guy shoved him out of the way and swung a punch at Ginger but Ginger ducked and swung a much stronger punch at the guys jaw knocking him backwards. He tried to tackle her and she brought her knee up into his face and then kicked him backwards into the pool table. "Trying to hit a girl dude? Not cool." She shook her head and then saw the manager making his way over. "And the manager is coming this way. Okay, time to go." She grabbed Stiles's hand and the two of them ran out of the bowling alley and into the car park.
"That was awesome." Stiles exclaimed.
"Thanks." Ginger leant against her car door. "Well I'm going to shake it before they call the cops or something." She shrugged.
"My dad's the Sheriff, I'll tell him it was self defence." Stiles told her.
Ginger smiled at him. "Never had anyone stick up for me to the cops befpre. Here." She counted out half of the two hundred she'd made and handed it to him. "Your cut."
Stiles looked down at the money and shook his head. "Oh I didn't do anything."
"You did." Ginger nodded. "You didn't have to stick up for me in there you know." She pointed out.
"Well you should always have someone who has your back." Stiles told her.
Ginger smiled. "Well thanks." She turned to look at her car. "I'm going to high tail it home and hope this doesn't come to bite me in the ass. Thanks for an interesting evening." She got in her car and drove off.
Teen Idle
Ginger lay on her bed and flicked through the texts on her phone from Sam and Dean. She sent them one back simply saying…
I may be stuck here but I still want to help. We'll always have each others backs. Please don't shut me out. Be safe. Ginger x
She got a reply back half an hour later.
We know and we're glad you have our backs. We'll start calling more. Be safe. Sammy and Dean.
Ginger smiled to herself and switched off her phone before curling up in bed to go to sleep.
So the first chapter turned out to be WAY longer than I thought it would. Next chapter will include Ginger gets a job, Ginger's birthday, a visit from Sam and Dean, more on Ginger's past, Ginger vs the adult Argents and the magic bullet. Hope you enjoyed this chapter and I look forward to seeing you for chapter two.