Well, its KT , and I'm back with another story for you! 95 actually wrote this story, and is letting me write my own version! Thanks, I hope it will be as good as yours. Go read hers if you have not, it is named Nightmare Reviews are welcome and appreciated, thanks! (I do not own Supernatural.) Also, I don't know for sure how long this will be, maybe two or three chapters. I know it will not be a one shot though.
I impatiently tapped the tip of the dagger I had in my right hand against the desk top. My cousins stood on each side of me. They were twins, you could barely tell them apart, except the small scar that Brock had on his forehead that Adam did not. "The last call I received from them was in Denmark Township, Minnesota. They were hunting a nest of Vampires." Adam marked an "X" on the map. I nodded and sighed.
My dad and uncle had been gone for at least a month, trying to get rid of this vampire nest they'd tracked across the US, coast to coast. "Well, I guess we head out." I twisted the dagger between my fingers then shoved it down into my combat boot. Brock and Adam nodded, and we grabbed up three duffel bags, stuffing them with clothes, weapons, holy water, lore books, and of course, the all famous rock salt.
If you haven't figured it out, we're the children of Sam and Dean Winchester. Through and through hunters. My name is Rosalie, Roe for short. Sam is my dad. I have long, curly, brown hair, and light blue eyes. Brock and Adam look just like uncle Dean, with dirty blonde hair and sharp green eyes. All the men in my family were tall, and well, lets just say, I got blessed with my mother's genes and got stuck with barely being five feet one. My mother died during birth with me, and dad raised me the best he could on his own.
Brock and Adam's mom on the other hand? Lets just say uncle Dean would rather forget the one night stand he had with her that resulted in twins. The twins are a year older than I am, and Dad and uncle Dean bought a house, and like always, they brought their heads together to raise us. It's like we have two dad's, and Brock and Adam are more like brothers than cousins.
And now, we have our dad's to save from who knows what fate. Hopefully, they didn't engage another end of the world scare. There had been quite a bit of those growing up in the Winchester house.
~The Next Generation~
I sat in the backseat of the truck Brock managed to buy with his checks from the local diner being a bus boy. I layed stretched out, lore book propped up on my stomach. It was in Latin, and I understood it perfectly. Brock, Adam, and I had our talents.
Brock could fight hand to hand combat, or with any weapons like nobody's business. Adam was great with the electronics. Computers, phones, really anything that had wires. And me? Well, I was the geek. I was great in the books, I could read in five different languages, that didn't include Spanish. I could also pick a lock crazy fast.
Suddenly, the truck came to a screeching stop, and I was almost thrown into the floor. "Ow!" I complained as my wrist was bent at an odd angle against the back of the front seat to keep from being dumped to the floor. I threw the lore book down where my feet were resting and sat up.
"Don't you know how to dri-" I stopped when I saw the man in the dirty tan trench coat standing in the middle of the deserted road in front of the old blue truck. "Oh God, is that who I think it is?" Adam demanded.