SUMMARY: Dean saved a young girl from a pack of Werewolves many years ago, he returned her to her parents, kissed her cheek and told her that everything would be fine. It's 2015 and she's 21 years old and in college-the exact same college where a unexplained death happened? Who would that lead to the scene?
A/N: Don't like the plot or character pairings, then don't read this fic.
WORD COUNT: 1, 915
CHAPTER 1:
EXCUSE ME MISS. .
Althea Kennedy awoke in her dorm room from the recurring nightmare she had experienced since 1999. It was the same memory from the same time in the same place with the same man saving her when she was 5.
(..)
"Come on, sweetheart! I got you!" A big man who had pretty green eyes picked up a young Althea, who thrashed in his hold, desperately fighting to get away. She wanted her Mummy and Daddy.
"No! I want Mummy and Daddy! I want my Mummy!" Althea roared, biting his shoulder with her strong baby teeth.
"Ow! You little-" The man cut himself short and held her tight as he remembered that she was only a child and didn't know what was going on around her. The blood from the werewolves wounds as they fell on her had soaked into her Pooh Bear nightgown and her dark shoulder length hair was knotted and matted with blood. "I just need you to be good for five minutes and I'll take you back to Mummy and Daddy as quick as I can." The green-eyed man said, pressing his lips to her forehead in an effort to calm her, just like he did with his younger brother when he was in distress.
Althea hiccuped, "you'll take me back to my Mummy and Daddy?" Her big, soft hazel eyes, brimming with tears, stared up into his.
His heart twisted. He didn't like kids normally. He was good with them and could only tolerate them to a certain point. The only kid he had ever put up with for more than an hour, was his own brother, for obvious reasons. But there was something different with this little girl, she unearthed a more tender side and he wanted to protect her, not just because he thought it was his job, but out of his own heart.
"Yep, I'll take you back to them. I promise." The man said and he flew out the front door with Althea holding onto him for dear life. He heard the Alpha roar in outrage and knew it would be coming for him. He took out his Colt '45, which was already loaded with silver bullets. Althea cried to the familiar sound and she buried her face in the crook of his neck, as if trying to ward off an imaginary monster.
The man turned to the doorway and saw the werewolf charging toward him, wanting to get his hands on the girl. The man raised his gun and with cold determination and pulled the trigger. The bullet sped out of the barrel and straight into the man's heart, stopping him dead and he fell forward, unmoving. Althea jumped from the sound and looked up at the man who held her protectively. She should have been afraid of him, but she wasn't.
"Dean, are you alright?" Another voice, deeper and more guttural called from the house and then a silhouette of the man appeared. He was more muscular and older than the man who held her.
"Yes, sir. All good. I've got her." Dean answered back in a professional tone, but his emotion for her outweighed his voice.
"Good. We should clean up and take her to her parents." The man said and walked toward them. Althea, not knowing this stranger, tightened her hold around Dean, who patted her reassuringly.
"It's alright, kid. He's good." Dean whispered and the man looked at her, not really smiling but a sort of softness that he never usually displayed with either of his sons.
"You're Althea Kennedy, right?" The man said in a soft voice, as not to scare her.
Althea nodded gently. "Yes. What's your name?' Althea whispered, looking up at the man's deep hazel eyes.
"My name is John. This here, is Dean. He's my son. I have another boy, Sam. Do you have any brothers or sisters?" He asked and Althea started to open up, her eyes lit up from within and a big smile overtook her scared face.
"Yes. I have a big brother, his name is Tommy and a Mummy called Jenny and a Daddy called Owen." Althea said, her big smile only getting wider.
"Well, we're going to take you back to them, right after we clean you up." John said gently and Althea smiled.
(..)
Althea wiped the sweat from her brow. For 16 years she had dreamed about that man. She had memorized his light green eyes, his dark dirty blonde hair, his tall and muscular figure and his handsome, youthful features, and she even had a name to put to the face. Dean. That was all she knew, and that he had a brother, Sam and a Dad, John. Now that she was 21, she wondered about him.
Where could he be?
Was he alive?
Was he just a dream?
She had the scars on her back from the scratches she had sustained when she had been captured by those monsters, so she knew it wasn't just a dream. But she often wondered about him.
A loud pounding on her door ripped her away from her childhood crush and the door flung open, revealing her flustered gorgeous roommate, Lucy.
Lucy had the kind of blonde hair that other blonde's try to achieve, the platinum look. Her hair was straight and glossy and she was just in and out beautiful. Her deep brown eyes were kind and sassy at the same time. She had a beautiful lean body and legs for days. She was outgoing and sociable. Althea was the complete opposite.
Althea was short and curvy, she was granted with her mother's European looks, but she had her father's eyes, they were a mixture of a prominent green and a caramel brown. She had both her father's blunt way of speaking and her mother's kindness, her compassion, her anger and her sass. So she wasn't overly likable, which was why she stayed away from most social activities and that she was always on alert, having been exposed to the paranormal horrors of the world.
"Allie! Get up! Something's wrong!" Lucy yelled, her cheeks streaked with tears.
"What? Lucy, what's the matter?" Althea instantly rose from the bed and held her devastated friend.
"It's Johnny. The Police have been at his dorm, the ambulance are there and now the Fed's just waltzed in. Please, I don't want to go alone." Lucy sobbed.
Althea nodded as her heart wrenched in her chest. Johnny was Lucy's would be boyfriend. They were the most unlikely pair, he was into all the video games and Anime shows and Lucy was more of the social gal, but she loved Johnny for who he was. For this to happen was beyond human comprehension.
Althea threw on her brother's old ACDC shirt and her beloved jeans that she had worn over and over, so much that the denim was soft and ripping at the knees. She pulled on some runners and she ran with Lucy to the scene.
(..)
"Morning, Sheriff Peterson." Dean said in the usual Fed voice. "I'm Special Agent Scott, this is Special Agent Young." Dean and Sam flashed their badges at the local Sheriff.
"What are the Fed's doing here? We haven't even established the cause of death." Sheriff Peterson spoke, looking at both boys with his eyes pierced in speculation and suspicion.
"Let me guess, heart ripped out, expertly and nothing else." Sam said, walking to where the young man lay, dead. His gray eyes lifeless and full of fear as his attacker mauled him.
"Y-yeah." Sheriff Peterson said, dumbfounded. "B-but, how?"
"We've been tracking similar cases like this for the past week now. The killer, whoever it is, is picking up speed." Dean said, staring at the boy, before turning to the Sheriff. "Do we know who the deceased is?"
Sheriff Peterson nodded, "Johnny Tailor, a game programmer. IT genius. Real good kid, a shame." He sighed, tipping his hat off as a sign of respect and Dean and Sam looked away, this was obviously a grieving time.
"Does he have any family or friends we could possibly talk to?" Sam asked gently, going for the more subtle approach.
Sheriff Peterson nodded once more. "Yeah, his girlfriend, Lucy Yorkshire and her friend. . I, uh, don't know her name, but those three were pretty close. They might have something for 'ya."
Dean and Sam nodded before they both walked out of the dorm. "Werewolf." Both said in unison, before they walked out the building and there was a gorgeous blonde girl screaming at the policeman holding her back, while her friend tried to calm her down.
"That's the girlfriend, I'm betting." Dean whispered to Sam, and the younger Winchester shrugged in agreement and they walked over. "Excuse me, ladies and Officer. Special Agent Scott, this is my partner, Special Agent Young. Are you Lucy Yorkie?" Dean asked.
"Yorkshire," Sam muttered under his breath.
"Yorkshire!" Dean quickly corrected himself.
Lucy started to calm down and Althea pulled her into a half hug. "Y-yes, I am. Look, is Johnny alright?" Lucy asked, her voice trembling.
"Miss Yorkshire, I'm sorry to say, but your boyfriend is no longer with us." Sam said gently.
Lucy's face crumbled and she threw her arms around Althea, crying and sobbing. Althea saw the stretcher and directed Lucy away. "Look, she's in no state to answer any of your questions right now, maybe you guys should come back another. .time." Althea lost her train of thought as she finally looked at Dean, the same memory niggling at her brain of him, but she didn't dare believe her own imagination. He wouldn't be here, after 16 years. He probably wouldn't have remembered her, and in any case. This guy is a Fed.
"Okay then, well, do you think you could contact us, when she is feeling more of herself?" Sam asked and handed Althea a card.
"If we could get your name, so we know who are if you call." Dean asked, using his professional tone, which only irked Althea.
"My name is Althea Kennedy. My dorm room is 13. I'm on the second level." Althea spoke in a clear voice and Dean's heart stopped.
He knew that name.
"Thank you for your time." Sam said and dragged Dean away as Althea supported a distraught Lucy back to the dorm room.
"Sammy, did she just say her name was Althea Kennedy?" Dean asked, his face pale.
"Yeah, why Dean? You look like you've seen a ghost?" Sam inquired, obviously confused.
"Remember when I told you about that werewolf hunt Dad and I went on, in 1999?"
"Yeah? You saved a little girl."
"Sammy," Dean started, "that was the little girl."
