Bobby Singer learns his daughter is the Universe's most powerful weapon. When she joins forces with the Winchester's she stops everything bad. The show is changed and I'm writing whatever the heck I want. Scenario's from other show's and movies will be thrown in. {Dean/OFC}
May 23rd, 1981...
It was 2 days ago that I brought my wife home with our unborn child. The events of the last 6 months has left her weak and near death. Tonight, I had my family all together for a brief moment. She gave birth to our little girl. Held her in her arms, kissed her forehead, whispered "I love you both" then took her last breathe before leaving us forever. I knew she wouldn't survive after the trauma she went through. I couldn't let her spend her last days in the hospital, so I brought her home. She passed with her family. We said our "Goodbyes" in peace. Our daughter Samantha is now sound asleep in her own bed, safe and healthy. It's really a miracle that she wasn't taken too.
9 months ago we found out she was pregnant, few months later she took off. The night our lives changed, started just like any other night. After dinner she cleaned up and I went back to work in the yard. Things got strange. The wind was wild and in the distance a dark storm was heading right for the house. I could barely hear her screams over the howls. I ran inside to find her standing there with blacked out eyes and a heavy knife in her hand. She lunged for me, screaming and ripping at my clothes. This was not my beloved Karen. I tackled the knife away from her, but she ran before I could stop her; and along with her went the storm.
That opened my eyes to the dark secrets of the world. I found through research and investigation that she was possesed by a demon. Not only were demons real, but so were everything else that haunted our dreams. Vampires, werewolves, killer clowns. They were all real! After learning how to kill the demon possessing my wife, I learned how to kill other creatures too. It seemed everywhere I turned, there was another monster. Before long I had gotten too deep in this hunting crap I lost sight of why I'm doing this. To safe my family. By the time I got to her, she was messed up pretty bad. I trapped and expelled what was in her, but I still couldn't save her.
Now she's gone, I'm left with this new knowledge, and a kid I have to protect from all this. My child will not be raised stupid & niave. She will know the truth, she will know how to defend herself from anything. She will grow up the hunter way.
March 2nd, 1984…
I found out some pretty interesting things about my entire family. When my 2 year old started disappearing on me, toys and candy started manifesting in front of her, and objects flew right in to her hand; I knew I wasn't dealing with no ordinary kid. That's when I got to thinking, maybe whatever got in my wife while pregnant, must have effected the baby inside her. I started talking to people, which lead me to more people, which lead me to a psychic named Missouri Moseley. She told me things about myself no one knew, no one could know. I believed her when she said my daughter is a Witch. My mother could do things no one could explain. She knew the things we all tried to hide, she even knew things before we did. Growing up she sang odd songs, taught odd lessons. When I grew up I thought it was all just make believe. My mom was just being silly. But it all makes sense with what's going on with Samantha. Missouri went on to say this was all meant to be. My wife held a secret from me our entire marriage. She too was a witch, from a very long line of witches. Very powerful ones apparently. This is why she and our child were targeted. And that is what saved Sam. They thought they could raise her, pump her full of demon blood, and use her as a weapon in some demon army that was meant to take over the world. The psychic said that couldn't have worked, her blood is pure and uncorruptable. She will be a very powerful weapon for good. She will save this world.
October 30th, 1986…
I met yet another hunter, John Winchester, he's widowed with kids too. 2 boys, one a little older; one a little younger than mine. He's brand new to this world. Only known just over a year. He just showed up at my door. Missouri sent him. She thought I could help.
A man of 5'11, stalky build, thick red beard, and sleepy eyes sat quietly at home on a stormy Friday night. Fire roaring, beer in hand, he just listened through the heavy rain. Suddenly hearing the roar of an engine approaching his house. He could see the bright headlights shine through his living room window. Arising, he put his drink down and grabbed the rifle behind his lazyboy. Headed for the door, opening it, and stepping on the porch. Gun held high. "Stop right there! State your business." He grunted to a younger man with thick black hair, and deep blue eyes, now getting soaked in the rain. "Please sir" he raised his hand, walking a little closer "My name's John Winchester, I mean no harm. I'm looking for a…" he glances down at a piece of paper, reading it inside his coat. "Robert Singer?" "What are you looking for?" the bearded man asks with his guard still up, walking down the steps. The other handed him the paper. It read his name and address. "Where did you get this?" "uh.. turn it around" he motions. It read
Bobby,
This is a good man. He lost his wife to something I can't figure out. He needs your help. He was left with two young boys, who are sitting in the car freezing their asses off. Get them out of the rain and in to the house. Now!.
, Missouri Moseley
Bobby looked up and past John to the black Impala sitting in his drive way. He saw a small head popping up through the window. "Well go get your kids then, and come on in." He said motioning as he walked back up his porch. He watched as John ran back to his car, opening the back door. Carrying one inside his jacket, the other child walking inside the large leather coat. They joined him on the porch, and followed him in. He pointed to the right "there's a spare bed in the room just under the stairs." The father followed the man's directions and brought his kids in the room. Lying the smallest on the bed, he told the one standing "get some rest. I'll be just out here" he left, leaving the door half opened. He walked back to the host "I really appreciate this. I'm sorry for intruding." Bobby was walking back from the kitchen, a couple of beers in hand. "I guess you should start from the beginning." He said handing him one of the beers. He took it and began. "I didn't see it coming. After finishing up a t.v show, I headed for bed. I first went to check on our youngest. I stood there for a moment, and red liquid dripped from the ceiling. I look up to see my wife bleeding above me. She then just burst in to flames. I grab the baby, handed him to the oldest and send them running. I couldn't save her. There was nothing I could do. I didn't even know what was going on. The cops couldn't help me, nobody could help me. So I had to search on my own. That brought me to Ms. Moseley. Everything she described was so unreal. Monsters, ghosts, curses. But the things she told me were unbelievable. How could she have known me, before I ever met her?" Bobby went on to tell John his own story, and the men found they had too much in common.
By morning, the two men hadn't slept a wink. Eyes never left one another.
"Daddy?" a young girl of 5, long dark brown hair and the most enchanting blue/green eyes, crept down the stairs slowly, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Hopping in to her fathers lap, not even noticing the stranger across from them, "what's for breakfast?" Laughing, he patted her knee. "this is my little one." Reaching out her tiny hand to meet the man, he shook it politely "I'm Sami Singer" "It's nice to meet you Sami, I have a Sammy too." He motioned to the spare room, she gave him a confused look with which made him smile. "My youngest son, his name is Sam" "cool" Sami said not giving it much mind, looking back at her father she went back to her original thought "what's for breakfast?" "I don't know, let's go see." He said standing up, kid in arms. "John, you hungry?" "I am.." a small voice crept from behind them. It was a boy of 7, spiky blonde and light green eyes. "Morning son. How'd you sleep?" John stood to greet his oldest, checking him over. "ok" he answered sleepily. "This is my oldest, Dean. Dean, this is Mr. Singer and his daughter Samantha. Say hello." Rubbing his eyes with one hand, he raised the other in a half-assed wave. Treading his tiny feet behind came 4 year old Sam running in to his daddy's arms. "Morning daddy" John laughed at the small boy with shaggy long hair. Together the two men set their conversation aside for another time, and had a nice normal breakfast with their young'ens.
After breakfast, John got some much needed rest while Bobby watch the kids. They watched cartoons most of the afternoon, then Bobby joined them outside to hang on the jungle gym he built years ago. By evening, John had woken up and the boys had realized it was now Halloween. After begging, and the men scrownging up makeshift costumes for the boys to wear. He left his sons do what Sami did on this night. Walk around with the other neighborhood kids and their Mom's. John and Bobby stayed back to research more of what Missouri had found out. After a few days, and a couple of new leads John and his boys set out again.