A/N: If you know me, you know I started a SuperWhoLock series a very, very long time ago (about four, five years ago. It was the following fall/winter after I graduated high school and that was 2012) and it was a shameless self-insert much like most of my other fic. I just change the names up, kids (except for the Kuroshitsuji fic). That's my secret. That's how you write self-insert without anyone getting their panties in a bunch over it being a self-insert. Writing's how I cope, ok? So, shut your holes. Now, I've just condensed the original down to some prequel-ish goodness. How the MC met the boys in the first place. For now, we're just going to focus on the Super part. Whether or not it'll mutate into a rewrite of my original SuperWhoLock series will be a different story, but now, I'm going to do a little something, something, shut the frak up and let you read, ok? I'll talk some more at the end. Now, read, my children. Read.
I almost got stabbed over a turkey sandwich. I know. Sounds ridiculous. I know. But bear with me. I promise this will make more sense. Pinky promise! Will you stay and listen to my tale? Awesome! I'm assuming you said yes. You could've said, "Go eat a dick, Lena!" for all I know, but I'm going to go on and tell you all about the tale of an orphaned little girl and her turkey sandwich.
I had just come back to my orphanage ran by these wickedly strict nuns after school one day with a fresh dye job. My hair turned from a bleached white blonde into a really rich mermaid blue. More or less out of defiance, really. I knew it would make the nuns freak, but I didn't care about that. However, they would've written it off as a little girl acting out because she never knew her mommy and daddy.
No. It was an artistic free spirit not wanting a conventional hair color anymore. When I walked in, no one said a word about it. So, they've finally given up on me? Fantastic. Everyone else already had. It was about time the nuns got on the same page. It's going to be alright, Lena. Angels are watching over you. God will save you one day. Uh-huh. Whatever you say, sister.
"Lena," one of the nuns called for me.
"What?" I groaned, knowing my inevitable ass chewing was about to ensue.
"You have a visitor," she tried to avoid eye contact. I swear to God. It's like I had the damn plague around here. Odd. I never had visitors. I had an old friend of my mom's come up from Sioux Falls from time to time. He was like an uncle to me. If he wasn't a proven alcoholic, I'm sure he would've adopted me a long time ago, but unfortunately…But we always met at the bar down the street. He wasn't allowed to see me here anymore. So, who the hell would come to visit me?
"Hi, Lena," a man I had never seen before sat with me. Great. A new social worker. Did Janice quit on me? That's three in one month. Has to be a record.
"Hello," I rolled my eyes, completely uninterested in whatever sales pitch he had ready for me on how he's going to help me better myself.
"I'm Chuck," he introduced himself.
"Pleasure," I scrolled through my phone.
"Look," Chuck pushed my phone down, "I have something to tell you and you need to listen."
"Alright," I put my phone on my nightstand, "I'll bite. Are you going to replace my guidance counselor, my crisis counselor, my grief counselor, or my social worker?"
"None of the above," he gave me a look, "Are you ok?"
"That's a rabbit hole I'd rather not go down, Chuck," I shot him down, "I have it covered up with a boulder and eight layers of cement. If you're here to talk about my feelings, you can leave now and not waste your time."
"No," he explained, "I'm here to make a suggestion. Tonight, you should go down to the bar."
"You do know I'm fourteen, right?" I pointed out, "What kind of social worker are you?"
"Just trust me," Chuck promised, "Go to the bar tonight. I know you have a fake ID."
"Seriously, dude," I wondered, "What kind of social worker are you?"
"Just a friendly face passing through," he smiled, "Go to the bar. Have a good time tonight. Hang out with the house band. You guys are all good friends. There's no harm in that, is there?"
"I like the way you think, Chuck," I agreed, "Alright. I'll go to the bar, but I swear if something happens to me, I'm blaming you."
"I promise you'll be fine," Chuck swore, "Just go out tonight and have some fun. You look like you could use it."
"Fine," I nodded, "Ok. I'll go out and get trashed tonight."
"Whatever makes you happy," he got up, "I wish you all the best, Lena."
"Thank you, Chuck," I sent him out and got myself ready to find a man for the night. Not like we'd do anything, but it'd be nice to have a warm body next to me.
With one last glance in the mirror, I grabbed my bag and climbed out the window. There was a bar down the street I liked to go to a couple times a week, where I had become good friends with the house band. They were almost like a family I never had. But I say almost. It always felt that, no matter how close I was with them, I was always kept at arm's length.
But I liked this bar. Scummy little place, but the booze was good. The bartender was a sweetheart. The regulars were good people. For some weird reason, this little hole in the wall bar was the closest thing I've ever had to feeling like a home. The nuns tried, but all I needed was good tunes, good booze, good people.
I hung out onstage with the guys and waited for anyone to come along and throw some money in our jar. Anyone could request a song as long as they dropped a dollar first. Then, a couple of guys walked in. A pair of suits. Just what I needed. Someone to bust me for my fake ID. They were pretty hot for feds, though. And they took a seat at the table right in front of the stage.
"Hi," I turned my jailbait charm on, "Put a dollar in the jar. We'll play you anything you want."
"Are you old enough to be in here?" the short one of the two asked, looking me over.
"Why?" I got nervous, "You a cop?"
"No," he chuckled a bit, "I like her, Sammy."
"Dean," his partner stopped him.
"Dollar for anything I want, huh?" he threw a single in the jar, "You know anything good, sweetheart?"
"I know plenty of good," I said, "But I'm not your sweetheart. What can I do for you?"
"You know any AC/DC?" he requested, thinking I wouldn't know squat. He had a sort of smug arrogance about him. But it was a false cockiness. I knew what that was like.
"Yeah," I nodded, doing a little retaliation, "Bon Scott or Brian Johnson?"
"Surprise me," I had him floored. And a sweet sense of delight fluttered in the pit of my soul, "I really like her, Sammy…"
"Alright," I jumped onstage and gave the boys a nod. When the opening riff of "You Shook Me All Night Long" kicked up, my inner stripper came out. Always did without fail. The mic stand became my pole and when that solo wailed on, I ended up in pretty boy's lap, shaking my ass. Sure, this was technically illegal, but according to my ID, I was twenty-three. No one had to know. When I finished, his jaw was on the floor. And I think his buddy was a little stunned that something like that came out of little old me, "Good enough for you, sweetie?"
"Let me buy you a drink," he ordered, "I'm dean. This is my brother Sam."
"Lena," I introduced myself, putting a cigarette between my teeth. I felt around in my pockets and couldn't find my Zippo. Dammit, "Either one of you boys got a lighter? I think I dropped mine in the alley on the way out."
"Hold on," Sam stopped me while Dean lit me up, "In all seriousness, how old are you?"
"And you're not cops?" Couldn't be too careful.
"No," Dean promised, "We're not cops. So…Eighteen?"
"Try again," I sipped on my whiskey.
"Higher or lower?"
"Not saying."
"Sixteen?" he guessed.
"Nope," I shook my head, "Give up?"
"Tell me you're at least legal," Dean crossed his fingers.
"I'm fourteen," I came clean.
Dean choked on his beer while Sam helped him recover, "You're only fourteen?"
"I know I don't look it," I smirked a bit, "That's from the smoking, the drinking, and the hard living. But yeah. I'm only fourteen."
"What do you mean, hard living?" Dean asked, with a hint of condescension in his voice, "You mean which boys aren't asking you to prom and which girls are total bitches?"
"More like constant rejection on a daily basis," I explained, "Couples coming in every single day looking to adopt, but they want a baby. They don't want a pain in the ass like me. The nuns tell me it'll happen one day, but I have visions of staying there for another four years. So, I drink, I smoke, I get passed over. That kind of hard living."
"Oh…" he tucked his tail between his legs, "Look, I'm…"
"Please don't give me the empty apologies," I begged, "I've been getting them for as long as I can remember. At this point, they're just annoying. And before you can give me the pity face, I'm going to stop you there."
"Alright," Dean let it go, "Fair enough."
"So, Lena," Sam asked, "What would you be doing in a bar?"
"I'm good friends with the band," I finished my whiskey, keeping Chuck to myself, "We jam together from time to time."
"You guys were great," Dean applauded, "I never thought a big voice like that would come out of someone like you."
"What can I say?" I shrugged, "I'm an enigma."
"And it's a pleasure to meet that enigma," he gave me a little smile.
"Well, gentlemen," I left my glass on the bar, "It's been a blast playing with you, but the nuns are going to beat my ass for sneaking out."
"Hold on," the tumblers finally fell into place in Sam's head, "You snuck out of an orphanage ran by nuns to place AC/DC in a bar you're not even old enough to be in?"
"Yep," I blew kisses at the cute bartender, "Enigma and a little bit of a rebel."
"I really, really like her, Sammy," Dean awed.
"I need to get going," I put my cigarette out, "Nice meeting you, Sam and Dean. I hope we can do this again sometime."
"Us, too, Lena," Sam's smile made my heart melt.
"Hey," I stuck my head back in the door, "The Impala out here. She yours?"
"Yeah," Dean nodded, "Why?"
"She's beautiful," I admired, "Sixty-seven?"
"My god, Sam," he was about to lose it, "Can we keep here?"
"Easy, Woody Allen," I teased, grabbing the tip jar, "Later, boys."
I liked Sam and Dean. They seemed like the kind of guys I wanted to keep close. And not just in the wink, wink way. Like…The lost and can't be found kind of way. Something about them felt familiar. Maybe they know my struggles.
I began my long walk back to the orphanage with images of those beautiful boys in my head. Really and truly, I hope I do run into them again. Sam and Dean didn't strike me as locals. But they did strike me as trustable. I'd keep them around if I could. And by the sounds of things, Dean wanted to keep me.
As I turned the corner, the orphanage was completely engulfed in flames. Well. Looks like I'm not going back there. Not like I had anything important in there. As far as anyone knew, I was now a ghost. My records just went up. Oh well. So much for that. I had about fifty bucks from the tip jar from tonight and I had to prioritize. I could be a cliché and sleep under the overpass tonight. I didn't have enough for hot food and a hotel room. I grabbed a turkey sandwich from the gas station and made myself a spot for the night.
"Hey," one of the other bums came up to me, "You alright?"
"Fine," I brushed him off.
"What do you got there?" he asked, staring into my hands.
"Um…" I wasn't sure what he was getting at, "A sandwich."
"Give it to me."
"Excuse me?" I gave him a look, "No. This is mine."
"I haven't eaten in three days," he snarled, busting a beer bottle, "You're going to give it to me."
"I'm sorry, man," I stepped back from him, "This is mine. It's all I got."
Looney Tunes pinned me against the wall and held the shattered glass up to my throat, "That sandwich is gold around here, sweetheart. Now, give it to me."
"Hey!" a familiar voice barked, the headlights shining in my eyes, "Back off the girl!"
"This has nothing to do with you," he growled, cutting my cheek, "Give it to me!"
Next thing I knew, I heard punches being thrown and I was getting dizzy. I fell to the ground and blinked the spots out of my eyes while a big pair of arms wrapped around me, "Hey…Lena? Stay with me, ok?"
"Ok," I rubbed my eyes, "Sam?"
"There you are," I started to make out his face, "Dean! Let's go!"
"Where are we going?" I asked, rolling into Sam's chest.
"We're going back to our hotel," he cradled me, "Are you ok?"
"You know," I babbled in my delirium, "If you wanted to bring me back to your hotel, you could've at least bought a girl dinner and drinks first. I'm classier than that."
"It's going to be alright," Sam put me in the back seat of their Impala, "Dean!"
"Got it," Dean threw the guy down and got in the driver's side, "How you doing, Lena? You feel ok?"
"My cheek is bleeding and I'm starving," I reported, "But I'll be alright."
"Here," he reached into the glovebox and pulled out a wad of fast food napkins, "Get that on it. We'll take care of it when we get back."
My vision completely narrowed and was soon swallowed by blackness. The backseat of this Impala was oddly comfortable. Like it had been just perfectly worn in. When I woke up, I was in a bed instead. And in a crappy motel room. With a warm body against my back. Weird. This was not how I imagined my day going.
"Hey," Sam smiled at me from the other bed, "How you feeling?"
"Where the hell am I?" I wondered, still not completely there.
"Our hotel room," Dean's embrace tightened a little, "Why didn't you tell us, Lena?"
"Tell you what?"
"There was no orphanage, was there?" he asked.
"Yeah, there was," I assured, "But it was on fire by the time I got there."
"We know," Sam nodded, "We saw, too. We tried saving everyone, but unfortunately…"
"I didn't have any emotional ties," I settled him, curling into Dean's shoulder, "Wait, what would you guys be doing there?"
"Long story short," Dean explained, "One of the nuns made a deal with a demon. Demon came to collect. We couldn't let that happen."
"So, what?" I tried to logic it out in my head, "You guys are some sort of demon hunters?"
"General hunters," he corrected me, "Not just demons. Pretty much any monster you can think of."
"Alright," I shook him off my back, "I appreciate the hospitality, guys, but I'm out. And I'm usually not the type to suggest this to people, but a mental health professional would probably be a good idea."
"It's true, Lena," Sam stopped me, "This isn't the first fire in your life, is it?"
I froze dead in my tracks, "How'd you know?"
"It's how you lost your parents," he went on, "We were at your orphanage earlier today. And out of curiosity, we asked about any of the kids that might have been through a housefire. Your name came up."
"So," I sat back down, "Did you know who I was when we met at the bar?"
"No," Dean took over, "Although, in hindsight, we probably should've pieced that one together."
"And you're sure it was a demon that burned the orphanage?" I started coming around. Despite the fact it still sounded absolutely ridiculous.
"Ever smell sulfur around there?" he wondered.
"Yeah," I gave him a look, "How would you know that?"
"Demons leave a trail of sulfur behind," Sam told, "We're thinking your parents may have been in on a deal, too."
"Look, boys," I sighed out, "This is too much for me to handle right now. I'm currently homeless and I got nowhere to go."
"That's the other thing we wanted to talk to you about," Dean exchanged looks with his brother, "Since you don't have anywhere to go, me and Sam…We want to informally adopt you."
My heart sunk all the way to my toes. Those few words I waited all my life to hear, "You…You what?"
"From a couple of orphans to you," Sam agreed, "We want to adopt you. If that's alright with you."
"But," Dean stopped, "Before you make your decision, you should know a few things. We aren't in the same place for long. We're pains in the ass to deal with when we're running on no sleep, which is more often than what we'd like. What we do isn't exactly safe. It's definitely not fun. It gets very dangerous very quickly."
"Yes," I shut him up, "I don't have anything else going on. Why not? And if you guys are kicking demon ass, count me in. Maybe I'll find the one that made my parents' deal and get a few swings in."
"It's like I made you in a computer," Dean gasped.
"What?" Sam questioned his brother's mental state.
"Weird Science, Sam," Dean and I filled him in.
"My god," Dean hugged me tight, "Welcome to the family, Lena."
A/N: Wow. I did not intend for this to be a.) as long as it is and b.) up as late as it is. I've had a busy day. Now, we have a warm, fuzzy feeling and Lena's been adopted. What sort of cheeky shenanigans are her and the boys going to get into? We'll find out next week, won't we? That's right. Every Thursday, this is going to get an update unless otherwise specified. So, until then, see you next chapter. xx
