Superstitions

by thesupernaturaltribe

Sam and Dean have spent their whole lives on the road, hunting things and saving people, doing the family business. After the end of the Apocalypse, the Winchesters try to find their way back to the old and calmer routine they had before the end of the world started. But what if they didn't have to be alone, just the two of them? - Samuel Winchester x OC

1. Chapter 1 The night before Christmas

Chapter 1 – The night before Christmas

December 23h, 1997.

It was close to midnight, and the little 10 year old girl was sleeping in the couch, with her head resting on her brother's legs. He was watching some horror movie, no sound, so he wouldn't wake up his little sister. Their mother had asked a thousand times that night for them to go to bed and just sleep, but the little girl refused so the young boy wouldn't go either. With all the bad things out there, there was no way he was going to leave her alone downstairs. Although the house was evil proof, there is always some ugly monster capable of getting inside their home.

The thirteen old boy had one hand on the remote and the other on the side of the couch, holding a hidden rifle. If anything bad walked in that door, you could be pretty damn sure that it wouldn't walk out, at least not by its own legs.

The mother was in the kitchen, waiting. Her husband hadn't come home for a few weeks. And he hadn't called either. She was starting to get scared. What if he was hurt somewhere, with no way to call for help? What if the thing he was hunting caught him first? What if he was hunt down, like an animal, by the same animals he killed every day? What if her kids had no father, not anymore, what if she was a widow and they had no freaking idea?

She took a deep breath and took the cookies out of the woven. Fresh baked gingerbread cookies for her daughter to decorate. She felt so stupid baking cookies when she had no idea where her husband was, but it was Christmas and her little daughter loved to decorate cookies so she could present them to the two men in her life saying she helped mommy make them. Dad and son would take a bite and say they were amazing, that the little girl did a great job. She would smile and then go with mom to the kitchen and make a gingerbread house together.

The little girl made a sound and then moved, like she was about to wake up. Her brother looked out the window; he had heard a familiar car. "Hey, wake up." The girl opened her eyes: "Is it daddy?". "Yes", said the young boy, "go on, go meet him at the door like you always do."

And as always, she ran to the door and opened it as her dad climbed up the porch stairs, under the Christmas snow. She jumped to his lap and daddy held her tight in his arms. Oh, how much he missed his little girl! The man, who had fought so many horrible things in his life, started crying. Silently, he started to cry. He almost died on that hunting trip. The monster he was hunting almost killed him. If he had died that night, the night before Christmas, his kids would no longer have their dad to teach them how to survive in such a horrible place. If he had died on that hunting trip, his baby girl would never have seen her dad again.

"Did you kill it, daddy?"

"Yes, baby, I killed it." Said the man, happy he was finally home. Michael Colt was finally home.