Weird Sisters
Chapter 1: Parker.
April 15th, 1995,
Devil's Gate:
"So, a hellspawn?" A pretty girl with shoulder length wavy blonde hair and startling gray/blue eyes or what some with enough literature would call gunmetal blue eyes asked as she sat with two older men, one with the same gray eyes as her and blonde hair cut short beginning to recede. The other was built a bit differently, but around the same age, middle to late forties with dark brown hair and hazel eyes.
"That's right, does your mom know about..." John, the darker man asked, and the other snorted as the girl rolled her eyes.
"John, you know how my mom gets. We say anything resembling hellspawn and she'll padlock me in my room until I'm thirty." John chuckled and took a swing of his beer.
"You think she's joking buddy, but she isn't," the blonde man said. "Parker, you all packed?"
"Yeah dad," Parker answered the blonde man and John stood.
"Then we should hit the road, Bill," John said placing a few bills on the counter and Bill nodded and stood along with Parker.
The trip was rather boring in retrospect. Parker spent most of it messing with her journal and listening to a CD player in the truck between her father and John. She'd known John since she was a little girl, so she'd known him for almost eleven years with her being sixteen. She'd been six, right after Jo, her kid sister had been born. He'd been almost like an uncle, but more like a friend, a friend who understood her wish to hunt and listened when she wanted to harp about her mother and sister and even her father at times. He'd trained her just as much as her father had in the way of hunting.
"Dad!" Parker yelled as she held the gun in her hands beside John who was staring at her father as the hellspawn entered her father. Bill dropped his gun as the hellspawn entered him and his eyes stared at his daughter and friend who were frozen in shock. "No!"
"Parker, don't!" John exclaimed as he grabbed the blondes arm and pulled her back against his chest, he knew if she got to Bill the demon in him would not hesitate to kill the bright girl. The girl who reminded him so much of his Mary before she'd died. He wouldn't see another woman he cared for die, not again.
"Og no, Llik em retunh..." Parker felt tears in her eyes as she stopped struggling. Her father's eyes flickered between hells red and the gray/blue she was used to seeing. He looked like a man put in an electric chair. "John...kill me! John!'
"Daddy?" Parker cried as John released her hesitantly. She could see the struggle in her father and John's eyes and John looked at the crying girl, the gun in his hands again and held tightly. She knew what he wanted, he wanted forgiveness for what he had to do. What her father had asked him to do.
"I can't...fight it much longer!" Bill raged as he fought the hellspawn for control. Parker nodded and sunk to her knees as John moved forward, and aimed the gun at his long time friend and fellow hunter.
"I'm sorry Billy," John muttered and before the mans eyes turned a hellish red and he begun laughing demonically John saw him smile one more time and he pulled the trigger twice, both entering his head and the hellspawn wailed as it died leaving dead gray eyes staring back at him.
"He's dead," Parker muttered as she let tears fall silently. John knelt next to her and wrapped an arm around her and sighed sadly as the blonde turned and sobbed into his chest. He would forever regret this day, the worst next to the day Mary had been killed. He'd failed Bill, but not only him, he'd failed Parker, Ellen and Jo as well.
xXx
11 Years Latter,
Nebraska:
Parker sighed as she turned the radio to another channel and then another and another. Sometimes she wondered why she bothered with music, it just distracted her but then wasn't that the whole point?
My munequita, my Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa
Your my reason for reason
The step in my groove
And if you say this life ain't good enough
I would give my world to lift you up
I could change my life to better suit your mood
Cause you're so smooth...
She sighed, and made a sharp turn of the wheel to keep from coming to a sticky end, another reason music was not the best of ideas when she drove. As she listened to the song she began humming against her will, it really wasn't her brand of music but then she liked most music, not really having a preference in general. Santana was pretty good, if not a bit light.
And just like the ocean under the moon
Well that's the same emotion that I get from you
You got the kind of lovin that can be so smooth
Gimme your heart, make it real
Or else forget about it
I'll tell you one thing
If you would leave it would be a crying shame
She was slowing down to turn onto another exit when her cell began ringing and she looked to the side and pulled her phone out of the bag on the passenger seat, making sure to keep an eye on the road as she did this.
"Hello, Katarina Parker speaking," she answered using one of her many alias' to answer. She heard a chuckle over the phone a moment latter and her breathe caught in her throat.
"John?" she asked and there was a grunt on the other side.
"Parker, how you've been?" he asked and Parker blinked as she pulled her car off to the shoulder and parked. John hadn't called her since the job they both had worked three years ago after Sam had left for College. Things had happened that had made things complicated between them, and while they still made sure the other was alive they hadn't really communicated since.
"I've been fine," she said and then shook her head. "Somethings wrong, you don't just call to ask how I've been Johnny."
"First of all, don't cal me Johnny and second, your right I..." she heard him sigh on the other end. "There's been a accident Kitty-Kat."
"I don't understand," she said her eyes practically a bright moonlit blue instead of the usual gunmetal color she was so often complimented for.
"Yellow Eyes got away, he was possessing me and Sam he couldn't finish the..." Parker shook her head.
"You mean kill you! Dammit John, what good would that have done!" Parker yelled and there was a few second of silence before John replied.
"We found it Parker, the colt, it's real." Her eyes widened.
"Real?" You actually found the Colt? Samuel Colt's gun?"
"Yeah, and it works like a charm, but we missed our chance and now..." John sighed from the other end. "The demon possessed some civilian and smashed a semi into the impala. Sam and I are banged up but okay but...Dean...the doctors aren't sure he'll make it."
"Where are you, I'll come to you," Parker said and John chuckled.
"Ellen would hang me by the balls if you just disappeared."
"I don't care what mom...John just tell me where you are," she demanded running her free hand through her blonde hair.
"Sorry, can't do that. I don't want you here, I'm about to do something really stupid but I can't let Dean die." John sighed again. "I don't want you near that demon Kitty-kat, I won't have your blood on my hands."
"John," Parker said, her voice almost begging him to tell her where he was.
"Be safe Parker," Parker stared straight ahead as the phone clicked on the other end, tears welling in her eyes.
"John, John!" Parker yelled and then closed the phone, squeezing it as she made a fist, though thankfully her grip wasn't harsh enough to break the phone. Tossing the phone back onto the seat she leaned over to get into the glove compartment and pulled out another phone. This one had John's cell, or one of them on it.
"You have reached, if this is a emergency please call my son..." She ignored the message and once the phone clicked she spoke.
"John it's Parker, please don't do anything dumb. Give me a call and we can talk about whatever this is, or better yet just drop by the roadhouse. Bye."
"Dammit John!" Parker exclaimed as she slammed her hands onto the wheel in anger.
A/N: So a new story, the idea just wouldn't leave me alone. Graphics for the story will be linked on my profile before long and Parker is portrayed by Kristen Bell, and for a better idea of her eye color you can look at the graphics of her on my profile when they're up. Please Read and Review!