Hello, and welcome to the second "season" of Jody's House for Wayward Girls! For those of you who have been tagging along on this wild ride, good to see you back! For those of you who are newcomers, I ask that you please check out the first story, Jody's House for Wayward Girls - I've worked very hard on it over the past year and if you're looking for a fun, Supernatural story, I think you'll really enjoy it!
Last time, we saw seventeen year old orphan Sara Evans running away from her London foster home. After discovering she had strange powers and was being stalked by powerful enemies, she (literally) ran into the small mismatched family of Jody Mills, Claire Novak, and Alex Jones. After joining the small family, Sara soon discovers she is a Cambion, a powerful half-human half-demon. Soon she is introduced to the Winchesters, Castiel, and her estranged father and half-brother. Chaos ensues as Lucifer is released from the Cage and the Darkness hunts down God.
Now, after a showdown with Lucifer, teaming up with several powerful entities to save the world, and Dean Winchester's apparent death, we find Claire and Alex back in Sioux Falls, grieving, and Sara and Sam facing down a potentially deadly foe in the Bunker. Things will get messy as the girls find themselves juggling relationships, hunting, and going through senior year of high school.
A longer story summary:
After a confrontation with the mysterious British Men of Letters, the girls return to their their normal lives with Jody in Sioux Falls - only things are far from normal. Alex has to cope with several shocking, unexpected additions to her life. Claire struggles to maintain a healthy relationship with her boyfriend, who may or may not be a witch. Sara's powers are getting out of control, and a new addition to Sioux Falls who is linked to the boys past stirs up trouble. Meanwhile, Castiel, Crowley, and Gavin continue the hunt for Lucifer. Sam and Dean ask Jody for help in reintroducing Mary to the modern world. Rowena encourages Sara to continue to let her powers grow. Sara fights for the rights of someone like her and makes some shocking revelations. Stay tuned for puns and more!
While the last season took place during and in between the events of Supernatural Season 11, this one will be taking place during Supernatural Season 12.
Everyone get ready! It's Season 12 of Supernatural, and Season 2 of Wayward Girls!
At only seventeen, Sara had faced far more than anyone should ever have to.
She'd lost her only family to a demon at the age of four. She ran away from the foster homes at sixteen. In the past year alone, her life had changed so much. Her powers as a Cambion emerged. Soon after, she met her estranged father, the demon King of Hell. She'd fought Lucifer himself – and won.
And yet, seeing Sam Winchester wounded and losing blood fast on the floor of the bunker, she'd never felt more scared.
She couldn't even scream or cry out, she was in such shock. Instead, eyes wide, she took a step backwards as the woman pointing a gun at Sara's chest took one forward. Sara dared not make any sudden movements – this woman had already proved she wasn't afraid to shoot first and ask questions later.
"Months of extensive research on the Winchesters and not once was a teenage girl mentioned," the woman – Toni, she'd called herself – said. Her mouth was set in a firm frown, her face a mixture of annoyance and confusion. "However, I was told explicitly to leave no loose ends, and I haven't the time to waste – I do apologize." She leveled her weapon. "I'm afraid I'll have to take you in, as well."
"Leave her be," Sam ground out, trying to push himself up. "She's not a part of whatever this is."
"This isn't right, we don't need to fight," Sara insisted shakily, holding her hands up in surrender. "No one has to get hurt. Please put the gun down." Her eyes darted to the bookshelf Toni was standing directly in front of. One shove, one good push . . .
Toni raised her eyebrows in surprise. "English. Even more surprising. However, I'm on a very tight schedule. Now, be a good girl." She aimed her weapon, the clicking of the hammer being drawn back an ominous promise of what was to come.
Sara's fingers twitched. Concentrate, concentrate.
For some reason, her mind drifted to a day many months ago. She stood in the backyard of Jody Mill's farmhouse. Empty Red Bull cans lined the fence. Sara was getting frustrated at being unable to move something as simple as an empty aluminum can. Her father was telling her to have patience. "Don't ask it to fall over, darling. Tell it to. You're in command here."
Sara's fingers twitched again. Toni was narrowing her eyes, wondering why the young girl wasn't complying – she soon lost all train of thought as an ancient, heavy bookshelf, lined with masses of thick books and artifacts, toppled over onto her. She disappeared in a pile of books and wood, a cloud of dust rising up from the rubble.
Sara hastily returned to Sam's side, dropping to her knees beside him as he leaned against the table, breathing heavily and fighting the pain. His jeans were soaked, a steady stream of blood spilled from the ripped flesh of the bullet wound. Her stomach lurched and she felt the overwhelming urge to vomit.
Later, she thought. Concentrate on Sam.
"What do I do?" She asked desperately.
"Pressure," Sam said from between his teeth, sweat forming on his brow.
Sara nodded, quickly pulling her cardigan off. "S-sorry," she said before pressing the sweater onto the wound, pressing. There were sickening, squishy noises and Sam hissed with pain, groaning against the agony. Sara cringed.
"Y-you're losing so much blood," Sara said in horror, watching as her sweater quickly became soaked. "I need to make a tourniquet, or something . . ." she looked around desperately, her eyes settling on Sam's hips. Immediately her hands darted towards his lower abdomen.
"W-what are you doing?!" Sam demanded as she fiddled with his belt.
"I'm going to use your belt to stop the bleeding," she said, hands shaking. "I saw this on CSI once."
"Well, I can do it," Sam muttered, interfering.
Sara glared in disbelief. "Is now really the time to be modest? You are literally dying!" She finally unhooked the belt, pulling it from the loops of his jeans and wrapping it around his leg above the wound. She looped it through and swallowed, looking at him. "Ready?"
He swallowed as well and nodded, and Sara pulled it as hard as she could. Sam gave a sharp cry of pain at the sudden discomfort at the tightness above the wound. Sara punctured the belt through itself, making it as tight as possible.
"You're okay," she kept repeating, more to herself than to Sam. "You're fine. You're going to be okay."
"Sara," Sam said, grabbing her wrist. His hands were ice cold, and all color had drained from his face. "She probably wasn't alone. You need to go, now. Get help."
"No," Sara said, in shock that he'd suggest leaving him. "Not without you."
"I'm not going anywhere. You need to get out of here, find Cas. Find Crowley, anyone that can help, okay?"
"O-Okay," Sara nodded, frightened as she stood. "My phone is in the Impala, I'll call an ambulance." She hesitated. "Don't die," she added, before turning and dashing towards the staircase.
She gasped, startled, as a fist connected with her face. She stumbled away, holding her throbbing cheek, to find Toni. She looked disgruntled and bruised – she must have crawled out from under the bookcase and went around through the kitchen, lying in wait.
Sara's eyes widened as a gun was brought up and pointed straight at her face. Without even meaning to, Sara yanked the gun from Toni's hands without so much as lifting a finger, flinging it across the room. Sara had no idea how she was doing all of this – it had to be her adrenaline levels. Never before had her powers been so concise. Toni looked shocked and a little afraid as her eyes widened. She lunged at Sara, and the girl tried to run for it. She cried out as a hand wrapped around her ankle, pulling her down roughly. Fear crashed down over her as Toni pressed against Sara's windpipe with her arm, pushing the breath from her.
If she could just get away and make it to the Impala, she could hit speed dial and her father would be here in seconds. She had to save Sam, every second she struggled was another moment he lost blood. She'd already lost one friend that day, she couldn't lose another. If she could only make it to the Impala . . .
She gasped, feeling a strange, rapid feeling of claustrophobia set over her for mere seconds. Her head was spinning with pressure, and she felt like vomiting again as she closed her eyes to try and relieve some of the tension that was squeezing against her. Was Toni killing her? Strangling her to death?
Things were suddenly quiet, and she forced her eyes open, shocked to realize she was in the garage next to the Impala. Eyes wide, she glanced back at the door, several meters away and closed.
Had she just bloody teleported?
Worry about it later, she told herself, yanking the door to the Impala open and grabbing her cell phone clumsily. Before she could even turn it on, though, she felt an extreme sense of nausea and exhaustion crash over her. Vision blurring, she felt her eyes turn black, her body forcing every ounce of power up to the surface in an attempt to keep her upright. Her surroundings began to spin, and she fell against the cold concrete floor, her limbs suddenly so heavy and sore and totally drained of energy that she couldn't even hold herself up. Her phone went sliding away. She desperately tried to reach for it, hand shaking as she tried to lift it.
A shadow fell over her, and a black heeled boot came into view, stepping on the phone and crushing it to pieces. Sara weakly started to lift her head, catching just a glimpse of a severe looking woman holding an odd looking weapon in her hand. Sara felt the weapon pressed against her neck. With a jolt, her body seized and tensed for a moment before she sunk into unconsciousness, her last thought of Sam, and praying he'd still be alive when and if she woke.
Claire stared at the ancient grandfather clock in the living room. It had been a gift or something, she recalled, from one of Jody's relatives when she moved into this house. Some heirloom. It was kind of ugly, to be honest, but it was free furniture.
Right now, it stood as a focal point, something for Claire to look towards while her mind wandered. She was on the couch, the same place she had been since she woke up that morning. It was only nine in the morning – Alex was probably still asleep. Jody had taken the day off work, and Claire could hear her bustling around the kitchen, trying to keep busy. She was on the phone, and Claire listened to her conversation.
"I'm sure she just forgot to charge her phone after everything that . . . happened last night," she was saying. "Sam, too. They probably went straight to sleep when they got in. It was late. But still, she's usually pretty good about calling back and she hasn't. No, I'm sure she's probably just sleeping. Honestly I'm half tempted to drive to Lawrence myself and check on them but I've got two grieving teenagers in the house. Well, yeah, of course I'm upset too, but I'm not surprised. You know them as well as I do – when the world is in danger, a Winchester is gonna step up and take it all on himself. Maybe you could do with taking a page from their book, the whole nobility thing."
Stepping up. That's one way to put it, Claire thought. Sacrificing yourself to save a bunch of assholes you don't even know, who don't even care about you . . . stupid Dean. Why does he have to be dead?
"Lucifer? That's what you're doing right now? Trying to track him down?" This piqued Claire's interest, and she continued to listen in on the one side of the conversation she could hear. "He's not going to go after Sara, why would he? Him and . . . God made up, right? So there's no reason to bother Sara." She listened for a moment. "Yeah, maybe you're right. But could you go by and check on them anyway? I don't know, call it a mother's intuition, but I've had this terrible feeling since last night . . . Well, we don't all have supernatural powers, you know. Okay, thanks. Tell her to give me a call when she can. Thanks, Crowley."
There was a knock on the door, and Jody came out of the kitchen, shoving her phone in her pocket and opening the door. Claire sat up, rubbing at her eyes.
"Hey, kiddo. Come on in," Jody was saying, and Gavin entered, glancing at Claire. She smiled weakly at him, and his heart squeezed as her obvious grief.
"Claire, have you heard from Sara this morning?" Jody asked as Gavin came in and sat down beside Claire.
Claire shook her head.
Jody frowned. "Well, I'm sure she's fine. I just wanted to make sure she's doing okay after . . . I'm going to make some breakfast, you hungry?"
"Sure," Claire said, knowing Jody needed to keep busy, and Gavin murmured his agreement. Jody gave a small smile and went back to the kitchen, unable to shake the feeling that something was seriously wrong.
