Desolation Row
By: Beccatdemon13
©2009
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone except for Aiden Winchester as well as anyone you don't immediately recognize. Please don't sue. You'd only be getting a hell of a lot of textbooks. What? Don't look at me like that College ain't a paying gig you know. But god I wished it was. Beccatdemon13 now will go off to fantasize about the lack of tuition payments that being paid would bring. Oh, right, the story! On we go…
Synopsis: Evil triumphs when good men do nothing. The evil that killed their mother wasn't the end; it was only the beginning. Aiden Winchester has lived his entire life in the shadows. Whether it was the shadows of his older brothers or the lifestyle that he was born into that demanded ambiguity.
Author's Note: This is another character that got way out of hand. I had been thinking of rewriting the entire Winchester Clan series because I feel that I have grown as a writer. Rewriting the entire series, however, is not something that I can do at the moment. Also, I was tired of Hailey's narration. I decided that Aiden needed more of a turn. Those I dub this the spin off of the Winchester Clan series, in which Hailey never existed. Aiden is the youngest/protagonist. And, as always please, please, please, review! Character concepts are in my profile.
Chapter One: Prologue
Mary Campbell never had a normal life. She was a part of a legacy of hunters and it wasn't the normal kind of hunting either. The Campbell's, for generations, hunted the supernatural, the stuff the very fabric of people's nightmares were made of. Mary had resented the family business since she was ten years old deemed the freak, the outcast. She resolved to get out of that life by any means necessary. Eight years later she met John Winchester who had recently come back to Lawrence, Kansas, from a tour of duty. He was as normal as she was not and that made her fall for him and fall for him, hard. But, John was a civilian in Mary's father Samuel's eyes and he would always disapprove. You didn't date outsiders. It just wasn't done.
"You promised me you'd take me away," Mary Campbell cried to John Winchester one autumn night.
"Of course," John replied.
"Do it now!" Mary sobbed.
John held her tight for a moment before opening his car door for her and racing out to their favorite spot: the lake.
"I guess there's no secret as to why I brought you way out here," John whispered sheepishly.
"John," Mary started.
"Just let me get through this, okay?" John asked.
"Wait," Mary whispered. "There are things you don't know about me."
Guilt weighed heavily on Mary's mind. She really should tell John about the family secret. But she knew he wouldn't believe her. Worst yet she didn't want him too.
"So?" John smiled. "I will always love you for exactly who you are."
Mary's eyes watered slightly as John's words took hold. He always knew exactly what to say. She went to move closer to him when someone began to pound on the door. Mary gasped horrified to find her irate father outside the window. She couldn't move as he opened the door and dragged her out not being even the least bit gentle. Mary struggled and dragged her feet but her father was stronger and blocked every maneuver she threw. After all it was hard to fight against the person who had taught you every single fighting technique you knew.
"Sir wait!" John cried trailing after Samuel and Mary.
"Dad you're hurting me," Mary couldn't help but to whimper.
"Hey take it easy!" John growled attempting to wedge his way in between the pair.
Two things then happened at once. Samuel shoved Mary away before he took John head and twisted until he heard the satisfying crack of bone.
"No!" Mary screamed rushing to get to John's side, to cradle him in her arms. "You killed him." Accusation was shining clear in Mary's eyes.
"Well, not just John sweetie pie," Samuel laughed. It was a bone-chilling laugh that made Mary look up. It wasn't her father it was something a lot worse, "mommy and daddy too. They're all dead."
"No," Mary whispered unable to believe the words even as she saw the wound on her father's body. How could this have happened? They were so careful.
"Yup, 'fraid so," The demon laughed. "You're little orphan Mary now."
"You son of a bitch!" Mary yelled.
"Ooh, sticks and stones may break my bones but they won't bring your family back either." The demon taunted.
"I'll kill you I swear to god," Mary hissed.
"Oh, let's not get nasty. Now look we both said some things we might regret," The demon sighed. "Let's….kiss and make up. I'll tell ya what I'll arrange to have lover boy brought back breathing."
"My parents too?" Mary whimpered.
"Nope, sorry, doll, that deal is not on the table," The demon retorted. "Think about it you could be done with hunting forever. The white picket fence, a station wagon, a couple of kids. No more monster's to fear. I'll make sure of it."
"What?" Mary scoffed. "And all it will cost is my soul?"
"Oh, no you can keep your soul," The demon replied. "I just need permission."
"For what?" Mary asked.
"Eh ten years from now I need to swing by your house for a little something."
"For what?" Mary demanded.
"Relax." The demon commanded. "As long as I'm not interrupted no one gets hurt, I promise. Or you can spend the rest of your life desperate and alone. Mary, it's a good deal. So what do you say?
In a fit of desperation and the promise of a better, more normal life she accepted. Hoping that whatever it was the demon wanted it wouldn't hurt her family. The demon held up its end of the bargain John was brought back to life and he ended up proposing that very night.
The first child the Winchester's brought into the world was Dean Matthew Winchester, born on January 24, 1979. Four years later Samuel Allen Winchester was born on May 2, 1983. Mary had long since forgotten about the deal that brought her husband back to life. She had her hands full dealing with two small boys. On November 2, 1983, Sam woke up crying in the middle of the night. Mary rolled over trying to tell John that it was his turn to see if Sammy wanted anything. What Mary found was that the bed was empty. She sighed yawning as she stumbled down to her child's nursery. At the threshold of the door she saw John leaning over Sam's crib.
"John?" Mary yawned. "Is he hungry?"
"Shhhh," John whispered.
"Okay," Mary shrugged heading back towards the bedroom.
Mary paused by the bedroom door noticing that the hallway was basked in a blue glow. Someone had left the television on. Shaking her head at John's mistake she wandered down the stairs and that's when her heart stopped in her chest. Her husband was sprawled on the couch snoring soundly.
"Sammy!" Mary shouted panicking slightly as she raced back up the stairs.
As Mary raced through the hallway that suddenly seemed unbearably long she realized something that nearly made her freeze. It was ten years later. She had selfishly forgotten about the deal and had a infant who couldn't even protect itself. How stupid was she? She stumbled through Sam's nursery and glared at the figure by her son's crib.
"It's you," Mary hissed.
Suddenly the figure turned glaring at her with yellow eyes. Before Mary could move an inch she was slammed against the wall, pinned by an invisible force.
"Well, well, well," The demon scoffed. "If it isn't my favorite person."
"What did you do to him?" Mary demanded sharply.
"Nothing you need to worry about," The demon scoffed. "You tried to weasel out of your deal. I wasn't supposed to be disturbed."
"Don't you touch my family," Mary growled.
"Oh, honey," The demon laughed. "I won't hurt your family I need them."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Mary whispered.
"That means you'll be making another deal," The demon explained gleefully.
"No," Mary growled
"You don't seem to understand," The demon sighed. "I will kill John. And I'll make sure that Dean and Sam will never know who their parents were."
"Fuck you," Mary growled.
"So stubborn," The demon growled. "And feisty. I love it."
Before Mary could say a word she was over come with an unbearable pain. She let out a small whimper attempting to block it out. She saw blood dripping to the floor but refused to recognize the pain as she heard her children's cries fill the air. Tears began to pour out of Mary's eyes but she couldn't move a muscle to save her children. It all became too much to deal with when she heard her husband's screams join those of her children.
"Stop!" Mary gasped. "Please, stop. Don't hurt them."
"All you have to do is say the words," The demon replied as Mary's family's screams intensified. "And seal the deal."
"All right!" Mary replied. "All right. Please, just leave them alone! They have nothing to do with this!"
"You will have three more years," The demon growled. "As long as no one disturbs me no one will get hurt."
"Okay," Mary gasped.
She was released from against the wall and she scrambled to Sammy's crib he seemed fine and was sleeping peacefully. Mary breathed a small sigh as she raced to Dean's room only to find that Dean was fast asleep as well. It was then Mary realized no one was screaming or hurt. She had been tricked once again but the demon wasn't going to get in her house again. Next time she would be fully prepared.
Mary walked to the bathroom and wrapped her stomach. There was a small long cut across it. Thanks to her childhood Mary had many random scars all over her body but at least she knew how to take care of herself. She was no stranger from the pain of the random wounds that her old life brought her.
The next several years were filled with a lot of growing up. Sam and Dean sprouted up like weeds. John had a steady job as a mechanic and Mary's one job was making sure that her two boys stayed out of any serious trouble. John and Mary were better than ever loving every moment they had together.
On December 13, 1986 Mary gave birth one more child, Aiden Riley Winchester. Mary had forgotten all about the Demon's deal. She thought that her life was perfect she had three healthy boys and the most perfect man to call her own. On June 13, 1986 the Winchester's world changed forever. It seemed like it was déjà vu, Mary heard Aiden begin to cry and she stumbled out of bed and down the hallway towards the his nursery. She opened the door and saw someone leaning over Aiden's crib.
"I knew you'd come," Mary hissed pulling herself all the way into the bedroom. Mary pulled out of the gun she had stashed in the room and pointed it at the figure.
"You'll never could keep your end of the deal," A deep voice growled before slamming Mary against the wall.
Once again Mary found herself pinned against the wall. The demon raised his hand and Mary let out a small cry as she slid around up the wall before she lay trapped on the ceiling. She was starring down on Aiden's bed before her stomach was split wide open. She screamed as loud as possible the pain was way too intense for one person to deal with. The demon had already disappeared but Mary was still trapped to the ceiling. Seconds later John burst through the door looking around before coming to a stop by Aiden's crib. Mary's blood dropped down on the pillow by her youngest son's head and John's head snapped upward a look of panic on his face. Suddenly the room burst into flames John jumped into action grabbing Aiden who had started to cry. He raced out of the room making sure that Dean had a hold of both Aiden and Sam before running out of the house and into the night.
John Winchester, blinded by grief went to a local psychic who told John exactly what had happened to his home and his wife. Missouri Mosley, the psychic was the person who told John that this was not the first time this happened but the second. John then went to Daniel Elkins learning to hunt and kill the same Supernatural beings who had killed his wife. He raised his children to be able to kill and defend each other from the Supernatural. Little did John Winchester know, that the very decision he decided to make was in the exact footsteps of the Campbell family that Mary had turned her back on all those years ago.
