Prologue: The Road so Far

AN: As I reread through my Carry On series, I noticed multiple problems-spelling, contradictory information, subject/verb agreement, etc. So, I am going to be cleaning these up a bit, ranging from minor to major changes.

If you are reading Carry On for the first time, this is a TW/Supernatural crossover following my OC Jameson Winchester, the sixteen-year-old sister of Sam and Dean. This first book starts just after Season 5 of Supernatural and begins in Teen Wolf Season 2. I manipulated time, so this begins in Feb. 2010 and ends in April.

~Carry On~

"It's okay, Dean," Sam panted, "It's going to be okay. I've got him."

I watch as Sam shakily pulled the Horsemen's rings from his pocket and threw them on the ground near him. He muttered something in Latin, the spell to open the door to the cage. A gaping wound opens in the ground, and like a vacuum it begins to pull at everything around.

I grabbed onto the nearest thing I can find, a gravestone, and hold on tight so not to get sucked in. Sam looks at the hole and then back at me and Dean, the full realization of what he was about to do had finally hit him. Sam nods at us, before turning back to the portal.

"Sam!" Adam's voice calls out. We all look towards the direction of the voice, "It's not going to end this way. Step back."

"You're going to have to make me." Sam challenged the angel using our brother's skin.

"I have to fight my brother, Sam! Here and now, it's my destiny." Michael insisted.

Sam ignored him and looks back at us. He's saying goodbye. He opens his arms and started to fall backwards. Michael rushed to stop him, but Sam wraps his arms around him, using his falling momentum to drag Michael down with him.

Like a car accident on the side of the road, I can't take my eyes of the swirling vortex that had swallowed two of my brothers. Then suddenly a bright light bursts forth from the hole, making a loud cackling noise before closing the hole with a snap.

"SAM!" I yell. I let go of my anchor, and rush to the spot where the portal was just moments ago. I start frantically digging at the ground. "No, No, I take it back Sammy, I take it back. Please come back. Sam! Sammy!"

I feel two strong arms pick me up at my waist and pull me onto their lap.

"He's gone, baby girl. He's g-gone." Dean said chokingly.

"Sam!" I whimpered one more time at the damned spot before turning my face into my brother's leather jacket. My brother held me closer. I can feel him crying too. We're all that's left.

~Carry On~

I don't know how long we stayed like that before we felt the presence of someone else behind us. Dean looked over his shoulder, and I saw a surprised look on his bloody face.

"Cas you're alive?" Dean says incredulously. What?

"I'm better than that." Cas answered, before touching a finger to Dean's forehead fixing the damage Lucifer had done. Dean nudges me to stand up, before rising himself. Once I was standing I could finally see Cas for myself, he really was alive. How was this possible? We saw him explode?

"Cas, are you God?" Dean asks.

"That's a nice compliment. But no," the angel replied almost amused, "But I do believe he brought me back. "

Cas turns and starts to walk away and makes a comment about how he's new and improved. I watch him as he walks over to Bobby's dead body and touches his forehead with his finger. Bobby jerks awake, breathing heavily. So that's what Cas meant by improved. Bobby sits up, with a confused look on his face, probably wondering why he isn't dead. After seeing he was okay Cas then walks off. He doesn't look back once, and then all of the sudden he was gone.

I look at Dean, who looks just as lost as I am about this. Cas got supercharged, Bobby got Lazarus-ed, Michael's gone, Lucifer's gone, Adam's gone, Sam's gone. Did we win or did we lose? And what's this going to mean for us?

~Carry On~

I'm lying in the back seat of the Impala wrapped up in an old flannel of Sam's I found in the trunk. It still carried his scent, and I kept expecting him to turn up and yell at me for stealing his clothes again. But he doesn't, he's not here. He's not coming back.

Bobby and Dean are up front talking, but I've tuned the out. I know none of what they're saying will be what I want them to be talking about, getting Sam out of the cage, getting Sam and Adam out. He made us promise, not to come get him. Stupid Sam.

I didn't even know Bobby had left us to get his own car, until Dean pulled into a gas station to fill up. He banged on window, causing me to hit the roof of the car. He asked me if I wanted something to eat, but I just shook my head and lay back down. I don't see how a burger and a shake could make this any better. He sighed but didn't push it. He just got back in the car after filling up and continued on to Bobby's place. We arrived near dawn and trudged up to our rooms, hoping for even a few minutes of sleep.

After tossing around for a fifteen minutes, I creep out of my room into Dean's. I looked in and saw him lying on his back with his arms behind his head. He's not sleeping either, just staring at the ceiling. Wordlessly I move across his floor to his bead, and curl up against his side.

"We'll probably head out later today." He says after a few minutes.

"Okay." I reply.

"Get some sleep, kid."

"Mm-hmm."

I snuggle closer into my brother's side, I can feel him move his arm before I feel it wrap around my shoulder.

"We're going to be okay, Jameson."

"I hope so." I mumble before falling asleep.

~Carry On~

We left after breakfast and a short goodbye with Bobby. I went to get in the back the same time Dean opened the front passenger seat. We both stood frozen for a second as we both realized what Dean was offering- Sam's spot.

After a beat, I offered Dean a small smile and closed the back door. I slipped into the front seat, pulling the front door with me. We crossed the country in relative silence aside from the classic rock soundtrack. We only made a few stops to get food and gas, but they were never long stops. Dean seemed determined to get wherever we going as fast as we could.

He never told me where we were going, but I trusted him. That was until I saw a quaint little sign that read: WELCOME TO THE TOWN OF CICERO, Larry Dominick President, Birthplace of Ernest Hemingway.

No, he can't mean-but he has to know—what is this? All of these thoughts raced through my head as we rolled through town and pulled into Lisa Braeden's driveway.

Without a word to me, he exited the car and headed up to the porch. I scrambled after him, hoping to catch him before he knocked on the door. But I was too late, he had already knocked, and the door was opening,

"Hey Lise," I hear him greet her, as I came up the porch.

"Oh, thank God," She breathes, emerging from the house, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." He answers. I look at him strangely. What the hell? What does he mean he's fine? Why are we here? "Uhh... if it's not too late, I'd like to take you up on that beer."

"It's never too late," She answers with a small smile, finally noticing me she opens the door wider "Why don't you both come in?"

Dean nods and takes a step forward, and the moment he crossed the threshold Lisa throws her arms around him.

"It's okay. It's going to be okay."

I look at the pair of them and then back at the Impala. It was that moment when I realized that I would never be able to keep the promise I made to Sam, that this wouldn't be like when Dean died, that we would stay together.

Coming back to see if the spark was still there with Lisa, was Dean's promise to Sam, and there was not enough room in this house for Lisa and me. However, maybe Sam was right, and she is what Dean needs. But a Lisa, a house, school-isn't what I needed. I don't feel like my path is down the normal, picket-fenced road that Sam himself craved and thought we all should have.

~Carry On~

The plan was to give Dean a week before I ditched. I wanted to be the responsible sister and see if this was really where Dean needed to be or if I needed to convince him that leaving would be the better option. For the first three days, my brother was always with Lisa and the comfort she could give. The sight of them made me sick. Maybe it was selfish, but I kept thinking what about me? I didn't remember Lisa's brother getting possessed by Lucifer and then pulling her other possessed brother into the deepest cage in Hell. Who was going to comfort me? Help me to feel better? By lunch time Day 4, I was done.

I left in the dead of night, only taking my duffle with me. I thought about stealing the Impala, but I didn't think that would go over too well. I did, however, take what was left of Sam's possessions that were in the Impala and not at Bobby's.

I managed to catch a bus around four am, heading to South Dakota. I figured once I make it to the state I could hitchhike it the rest of the way to Sioux Falls. I knew Bobby would gladly take me in, after a lecture about ditching my brother in the middle of the night of course. Besides the Impala, the closet thing I have to a home is Bobby's house. Though the place didn't come with a Dean, I much rather stay with Mr. Lectures than with Lisa.

Grimly I remind myself that Sam hasn't even been dead for a week and I'm already breaking my promise. Well, it's not like my soul could get any more damned.

When I knocked on Bobby's door, he wasn't the least bit surprised to see me. Dean must have called him. He huffed, and shook his head.

"Get inside missy, we're going to have a talk about leaving without telling anyone where you're going." He told me. I smirked, expecting this talk again and headed inside. It was good to be home.

~Carry On~

I spent the next two weeks helping out around the supernatural "call center" as I called it. I answered phones as various federal agencies and did research for other hunters. Even though the "call center" kept me busy, it wasn't enough. There was still a lot of quiet time, and when it was quiet…. I could hear the wind whipping and it was like the vortex was right behind me. What happened at the graveyard haunted my waking and sleeping hours.

I needed the all-consumingness of a hunt. Something I could focus my heart, mind, and soul on. Something that for a time would chase away the nightmare…at least during the day. Unfortunately for me, Bobby and Dean were not keen about letting me go out again. Dean especially wanted me to get out of the life. Dean was determined to keep his full promise to Sam-go back to Lisa, live a normal life, to give me a normal life even if it wasn't with him. Bobby supported Dean and told me that when he got back that he was signing me up for school.

Right now, Bobby was out on a hunt, a ghost. He hadn't wanted to leave me, but it was a simple salt and burn case that a novice screwed up. I urged him to go saying something philosophical about us learning to live our lives again. I hoped it would be a strong hint to let me live mine. Instead, the whole plan backfired. That's when Bobby told me about the school and I spent the last two days jumping after every creak and ring of a phone.

I felt like a trapped rat in the big, quiet house. I needed to get out. I needed to hunt. I pulled out Sam's laptop and started searching for cases with an element of the weird and unexplained. My eyes caught on a recently closed case in California, regarding an old acquaintance…the Wicked Bitch of the West herself-Kate Argent. With a smirk I read through the, and I noticed some strings that were not properly tied. I looked more into the town where she was caught and noticed they had an unusual high rate of animal attacks. Considering that the Argents were involved that could only mean one thing-werewolves. I've had a vendetta against werewolves ever since one sliced my side up when I was 12. And I've had a vendetta against Argents since…. don't got there Jamie, don't go there.

Within the hour, I made several phone calls to other hunters, packed one duffle with clothes, and another to filled to the brim with weapons. Everything I would need to take down a werewolf or whatever else could be out there. I picked on of my favorite cars from Bobby's yard, a 1970 Mustang Mach One. I had helped him rebuild it and put several hours into its upkeep. Bobby said whenever I was ready to strike out on my own the car would be mind, so…technically I have permission.

I throw all my stuff in the trunk, and after some deliberation, I stuffed some of Sam's stuff in to. I didn't like the idea of parting with it. Besides life lessons like "Don't listen to Dean," his stuff his all I have left of him. I closed up the trunk and got in the front seat. I took one last look at Bobby's house, before slamming the door close.

"Sorry boys, but I got to do something." I say to them, even though they are miles away. I turn on the ignition and rev up the engine before heading down the road. Beacon Hills, here I come.

~Carry On~

This is basically an intro chapter, you'll learn more about Jameson as the story unfolds. The low-down is she's Sam and Dean's sixteen year-old sister. Her mother was a hunter that John met on case. She tends to be more Dean-like than anybody else, as that's who she identifies as her parent figure. I hope you all will continue reading the next installments and let me know what you think about the changes.