A/N: This is my first Supernatural fan fiction and I have to say this show has completely taken over my life. No joke I live and breath Supernatural now. This story is taking place way in the future. Where Dean and Sam are done with hunting, since there is not really anything to do now. They move on with their lives and start a their own families. I don't own any Supernatural characters. The characters I do own are my original characters which are Mary, Jason, Kara, Maddie, Lyle, Johnathan, Jamie, Roy Milton, Libby and many other characters I will make up.
I hope you will like this story very much :)
I picked up an old picture buried deep in the items my father possessed. The picture was a bit faded and had creases where it has been folded one to many times. I stared at the younger version of my dad and a strange man standing beside him. The man was staring intensely at the camera cocking his head a bit. I could see his icy blue eyes clearly. I noticed how he dressed oddly with a suit and a tan trench coat. His dark brown hair looked like he just got out of bed. This man and my dad seemed to be inside a house of some sort. I haven't seen my father at this age before. He looked about in his late twenties, and I have never seen him wear this kind of clothing before. I decided to search for my father and ask him.
I quietly went down the attic stairs and opened the door. I closed it behind me and ran to my dad's office. I tapped on the door twice before walking in. My father sat behind his desk and typed furiously on the computer. He's working and I shouldn't interrupt him, but my seven year old curiosity got the better of me.
"Daddy?" My voice was full of pure innocence. His head snapped to my direction and I could see the tiredness in his eyes. He moved away from the computer and mentioned me to come over. I skipped towards him and he pulled me up into his lap.
"What is it sweetie?" Even his voice sounded tired. I hope he isn't working too hard. I pushed the pictured in front of my dad's face. His green eyes widen in surprise.
"Who's that man you're with?" I questioned. He snatched the photo out of my grasped and started at it some more. Finally he put me on the ground and turned to face me. His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes hard. Daddy is mad at me.
"Where did you find this photo?" He shook the photo in his right hand. I bit back a sob because I don't like it when my daddy is mad at me.
"I-I found it in the attic." I confessed. He clenched his left hand in a fist and clenched his jaw tight. I closed my eyes ready to get smacked or yelled at. Nothing happened for a few minutes and I heard my father sigh. I lifted one eyelid up and my dad was rubbing his temples.
"Hun, do not go into the attic again do you understand me? It's dangerous up there and also the stuff up there is private. It's my private stuff. No more snooping around my stuff. There are just some things you can't know. Okay?" He stared at me straight in the eyes and I nodded my head. "Promise me no more going to the attic and snooping around." My father demanded me. I sighed in defeat.
"I promise." I held up my pinky finger. My dad wrapped his pinky finger around mine. He smiled sweetly at me.
Beep…Beep…Beep! I smacked the snooze button and rolled over on my other side pulling the covers over my head. Gosh I cannot believe I dreamt of an old memory of mine. I sighed and decided to get more sleep in before I got ready to go to school. School…maybe I should just pretend to be sick? No my dad wouldn't fall for it. Ugh! I am just going to lay here until he notices I am not up yet.
"Mary, get your butt up!" My father yelled all the way from downstairs. I groaned. Goodbye to my little nap that never decided to happen.
I pulled off the covers and I got up rubbing the tiredness out of my eyes. I looked at the clock, and the time blinked at me in angry red flare. My eyes bulged out of my head. Holy crap it's six forty! I am going to be late! I rushed to get ready throwing on jeans and a t-shirt not caring what they might be. I ran to the bathroom and brushed my teeth while pulling my hair into a messy ponytail. My feet smacked the wooden stairs hard and I had the urge to groan in pain, but I didn't. At the end of the flight of stairs I slipped into my black converses. Once my shoes were on I dashed to the kitchen. My father sat on the island reading a newspaper and drinking coffee. I rolled my eyes at his lacking of taking me to school on time. I grabbed my backpack off the counter and reached for the toast that sat on a plate. I popped it in my mouth and poked my dad on the shoulder. He turned his head towards me and raised a questioning eyebrow. I cocked my head towards the front door.
"Le o!" I tried to speak with toast still in my mouth. This time it was my dad's turn to roll his eyes.
"About time you're up. I swear I was going to dump ice-cold water on you." He told me while walking towards the front door. I stared after him horrified of how he could do such a thing. "Well are you coming or not?" I shook myself out of my traumatic state. I hastily went inside the most gorgeous car ever. '67 Chevy Impala is my father's baby, and hopefully soon she will be mine. My dad slide inside the car and started her up with old rock music blasting the speakers. I crinkled my nose, but I left the volume alone.
The ride to school seemed normal until my dad turned down the volume and cleared his throat. I looked up at him waiting for him to speak. I learned my dad needs a bit-scratch that-a lot of time before he opens up about how he feels. I understand, since I apparently got my closing off how I feel from him. He cleared his throat once again and gripped the steering wheel tightly. Sometimes I think seventeen years of prepping himself to open up with me would help him, but it doesn't. He peeked at me and went back to staring at the road.
"Sam, Sarah and your cousins are uh coming in tomorrow because you know what tomorrow is, and all." He whispered the last part. I nodded my head slowly, and looked at the window seeing trees passing us.
"Yeah I know dad. How could I forget?" I muttered.
"I know you couldn't have forgotten it's just you were so little, and I just-" He stopped himself and breathed. I turned back to him and put my hand on his shoulder. I smiled softly at him.
"Don't worry so much. You have a right to live you know? It has been fifteen years." I told him. He sighed, but his grip on the steering wheel relaxed.
"I know sweetie. I just miss her." He whispered and I knew that was the end of our heart to heart talk. I patted my dad's back and he looked at me. I nodded my head and gave a small smile. He smiled back and looked back at the road.
My mother, Cassie, died when I was three years old on January twenty-third. I barely remember her. Sometimes I do get blurry memories of her, but they are soon gone. My mom didn't die a natural death. No car accident or problems with her heart, not even cancer. No, my mom was murdered by a sick bastard. Dad says the police caught him and he will be locked up for good. I don't believe him, and I don't think he believes himself either. Since mom died dad took me far away from my hometown and he has been over protective of me. My dad had taken my mother's death hard. He blames himself for not protected my mom. He shouldn't. My dad worries that I remember that night, but I don't. When my mother got brutally killed apparently I saw the whole thing happen before my eyes. I just don't remember being there or seeing anything. I guess I got lucky. Someone out there is watching me.
The car stopped and I realized we were at school already. I sighed. Here we go another long day. I grabbed my backpack off the floor and went to open the door. Before I could even step outside of the Impala my dad grabbed my arm.
"Have a good day. Don't let those girls get to you, alright? Remember what I taught you." My dad gave me on of his best snarky smiles. I couldn't help but smile myself. I nodded my head and closed the door behind me. I started walking towards the familiar building.
La Jolla High School home of the Vikings is my hell. Literally. Yeah I have some very good and close friends of mine, but I have a lot of people who hate me; who would give anything to see me drop dead. I don't know why they hate me so damn much. I'm just like any other normal teen; nothing special about me.
"Mary!" I turned around at hearing my name being called. I saw my best friend waving her hands crazy at me. I couldn't help, but giggle at her weirdness. She ran towards me and tackled me with a hug. I felt the air get knocked out of me. This is Kara, she is my other half.
"Can't. Breathe. Air. Now." I gasped out. Kara let go of me and chuckled.
"Oops. Sorry." She rubbed the back of her head. I shook my head, but gave her a decent smile.
"It's alright. You saw me just yesterday. What's up with the attack hug?" I asked raising an eyebrow. She squealed causing me to cover my ears. "Whoa calm yourself, child."
"Sorry, sorry. It's just holy crap you remember the guy I was talking about last week or so." She babbled. Her brown eyes were shining brightly.
"Yeah I remember him. Uh Justin, right? What about him?" I knew exactly why she is getting excited about. I have about three guesses up my sleeve. Guess number one, he told her she is beautiful. Guess number two, he told her he really liked her. Guess number three, they are going to hang out or go on a date. I have a feeling its guess number three.
"Oh my gosh! We're going to see a movie this Saturday!" She started doing one of her many happy dances. I giggled at her excitement.
"Dang, look at you going on a date in two days." Once I said that her expression changed. She pursed her lips together, and looked up at me with worried eyes.
"Two days? Today is Thursday and…MARY! What am I going to wear or what am I going to say?" She started shaking my shoulders.
Kara is another story when it comes to going on dates. She never realizes how soon she will be on a date, when it's about an hour to go. I get about ten calls from her in one day. She was panicking and asking what looks good with what. I just ended up going to her house and picked put some outfits for her. I swear she acts as if the world is going to explode if her shoes don't match what she's wearing.
"Kara calm down. We still have enough time to figure this out. What time are you planning to meet him up?" I questioned. She put her index finger on her bottom lip.
"Hmm the movie starts at seven and he's going to pick me up around six." She spoke softly.
"Okay so I'll be at your house at one thirty, and get you all ready." I stated having my best cheeky smile on. She nodded her head slowly and smirked.
"Thank you." Her voice held such gratitude. I shrugged.
"No problem, it's what best friends do." She took my arm and started dragging me inside the school.
I knew once I made those plans on Saturday I was screwed. Uncle Sam, Aunt Sarah and my cousins are staying over the weekend, and that means family time. No hanging out with friends. Heck we can't even have our phones out or else my dad will take them away, and lock them up in his safe. I'm not even kidding. Spending time with family is a top priority in my dad's book. Nothing else is important than family. My dad is going to go ape shit, once I tell him I promised Kara to help her get ready for a date. Oh well.
Lunch came by pretty quickly. Mornings are usual slow for me, but surprisingly they were fast today. Now just two more classes and I am free. I grabbed my usual healthy food. Ham sandwich and a bag of barbeque chips. Okay my lunch isn't that healthy, but I love fattening food. I started making my way towards our usual table. I was halfway there until Jamie hastily stepped in front of me, making me stumble into her. She squealed and pushed me.
"Watch where you're going, stupid ho!" She squawked. Great, here we go again. I mentally rolled my eyes. I wasn't in the mood at all to face her. I decided to just ignore her and just keep on walking, but Jamie just has to make a scene. "Bitch! I'm talking to you!" That comment got a lot of ooo's out of my fellow student's mouths. I shut my eyes tightly. I sighed. I turned around and face a pair of angry hazel eyes.
"Were you? Sorry I didn't hear you. All I heard was this annoying squeaky noise." I shrugged. Her face flushed red and I knew I was in for it.
"What did you just fucking say about my voice?" She dared me to say my statement again. I gave my best cockiest smiles. I did learn from the best.
"I said you sound like a squeaky rodent. Heck you even look like one too." I moved my eyes up and down on her to point. Oh, if she wasn't angry before, now she is furious. All eyes were on us now. The anger left from her face and she smirked. That is never a good sign.
"Look who's talking, skank. Didn't your mamma ever tell you it's rude to be jealous of one's beauty? Oh, that's right you have no mother." She chuckled. That comment hit me right in the gut. She crossed the line and has gone way too far. Before I knew it I punched her square in the face causing her to gasp in horror, and whine about her nose. The thing about Jamie she's all talk, but no bite.
"Don't ever talk about my mamma 'cause if she were here she would agree that you my friend are a fugly piece of shit." I said darkly. Everyone stood in shock at my action and words. No one expected a sweet girl like me could be out right horrible.
Jamie stared up at me with hate in her expression. I knew she is going to get me later for this, and I knew she is going to send people to do her dirty work. To be honest I really could care less. I walked away and went to my table where my friends sat a gaped. I sat down and they still didn't close their mouths.
"What?" I asked innocently. Finally, my friend Jason spoke.
"Dude when did you become such a badass?" This caused everyone to burst into giggles.
"I just got tired of her shit that's all." I answered nonchalantly even though inside I am beaming.
"No I think you got tired of her shit when she started bullying you, since freshman year. This is you standing up and showing her she has no right to say crap she doesn't know about." My other friend Maddie said. I was baffled at her words, and didn't know what to say. All my friends nodded their heads in agreement. I shrugged my shoulders and went straight to eating listening to their crazy stories.
My group of friends are a bit weird, but hey so am I. Kara, is my other half. We are complete opposites, but still the best of friends. Jason is my closest guy friend. He is like a brother to me and he always is there to back me up. Maddie is the one I could count on when I am trouble and need help. She will either smack me upside the head or give me meaningful advice (depending if I'm being stupid or not. Her words.) Last, but least our new addition to our group is Lyle. He just moved here at the beginning of the year, and the first few days of school he got it rough. See Lyle here is gay and there are a lot of jerks who can't accept that. He got bullied and us three saved him. That's another story to tell later. Lyle is a sweetie though. I have never met such a pure person before. I swear this boy has not done a thing wrong.
Later on today I got called to the principal's office. Apparently I wasn't going to get off the hook easy for punching sweet precious Jamie Ross. The principal's words not mine. I don't get how adults don't see the evil spawn she is.
"I'm sorry sir. It won't happen again sir." God I sound like a robot. Mr. Thomas glared at me.
"Your damn straight it won't happen again. Now, I know this is your first time being in here Mary and I have to I am surprised by your actions." He stated. I looked down at my hands putting on a fake shameful look.
"I know sir. I just don't know what I was thinking. She talked ill of my dead mother and I just acted out. I'm sorry sir." I let out a deep breath and put on my best grieving faces. I know it's horrible to pull the dead mother card on people, but it always works, and I was telling truth. I did act out by her talking smack about my mom. Mr. Thomas face fell. I felt the corner of my lips twitch.
"Oh, Mary. I'm sorry. Umm how about this, since it's your first time in here I will just let you go off with a warning." He offered. I nodded my head. "Okay. Now go back to class and you better hope I don't see you in here again Miss Winchester." I smiled slightly.
"Yes sir and thank you sir." I walked out of his office with relief. That sure was a close. If my dad ever finds out about this I will get my ass whooped or he will cheer me on. Either one. My dad sure is odd. I sometimes think he has major bi-polar issues that he needs to get checked out. I started walking back to class never noticing a pair of black eyes watching me from the end of the hallway.
Roy Milton had a beautiful wife and three loving children. He was the few that loved his job and never has anything going wrong in his life. Until one day black smoke violated his body. Now, Roy Milton is just a meat suit and he has no control over the monster that rides him. Roy killed his wife and kids and searched the globe for the Winchester's. It's his job. The reason why they let him out of hell is to find the famous Winchesters. Seventeen years he almost gave up till he saw her. She has the stench of Winchester blood all over her. Crowley did say one of the boys had a daughter once they began their hunt. If Roy did his calculations right she would be about seventeen years in age. Her straight medium brown hair swayed with each step. He could taste her sweetness already. He groaned at all the things he could do to her, but remembered he's on a job. The girl turned her head furrowing her eyebrows in confusion. She shook her head slightly and shrugged. She started walking again. That was all it took one head turn to see those dark green eyes. The same exact color as Dean Winchester. Roy smiled delighted that all of his hard work wasn't wasted. He took out his cell phone and pressed two. Crowley answered after three rings.
"This better be bloody important I was quite busy torturing another one of your wrong cows. Tell me again why I should bother having you still search for those Winchesters." Crowley snapped. Roy rolled his eyes at the drama known as King of Hell.
"Because sir I believe I just found Dean Winchester's daughter." The other end of the line was silent for about five minutes.
"You better be sure it's her." Crowley growled. Roy smirked.
"Oh I am positive. She smells the same as a Winchester and has the exact same coloring of eye color as Dean." Crowley again stayed silent for another good five minutes.
"I will be there tomorrow and see if she is really the daughter of Dean." He hissed out Dean's name. "Where exactly are you again?"
"San Diego, California sir." Crowley hit the end button and all was heard is static. Roy couldn't help the smirk forming on his face. He knew life is just about to get even better.
A/N: Uh oh. Crowley is going to come after Mary. Will she ever find out about the world of supernatural or will she still be kept in the dark? Keep reading if you want to know. Review please :)