OFFICIAL SUMMARY: Sylvie lost her entire family, every single member apart from her uncle Castiel. When she wakes in a motel room one day after the massacre, to see two strange human men at the foot of her bed, she simply doesn't know what to do. Four months later, Sylvie is still rolling around with them after she finally accepts the fact she has no one to go home to. However the hunting life doesn't really suit her and the life gets even harder when a close friend from her past reamerges and takes her completely by surprise. Heaven is hunting down the two remaining members. Old feelings creep back up and unfinished business needs finishing. (Set around the start of Season 9 fyi)
Hello! So this is a sequel with no prequel published because the prequel is a work in progress as well, so sorry about that. This fic is basically about the life of Sylvie who has to stay with the Winchester's because Castiel can't look after her; the summary also says a lot about the story and is filling in as a prequel at the moment.
The chapters will be very short most of the time with a few acceptions from time to time. Anyways, enjoy :D
The Winchester brothers had to hunt, they couldn't just drop everything and simply stop, no matter how much they wanted to; no they were brought up into this life, they had both tried living a normal life and failed miserably. Dean had Lisa for a year, and Sam had Amelia, but both in the end failed miserably.
When Castiel dumped little Sylvie on them, the angelic beacon, they both knew the job was going to get harder; John Winchester had the same problem when the boys were younger. It was three thirty in the morning and Sam understood what his dad went through when his boys were kids. Both he and Dean had to be a million times more cautious by picking less popular motels and Sam had even bought healthier foods full of nutrition for little Sylvie. But Sylvie wasn't little, not really, she was five foot three inches, broad shouldered and fifteen years old; Sylvie was not little. What the brothers meant my little was young, Sylvie was young compared to the Winchesters.
Sam rolled over in his bed to face Sylvie and Dean, who were both sleeping like babies in their beds. Like usual, Dean was snoring gently, his lips parted slightly and his front teeth were just visible; Sylvie was sprawled out like a starfish and was in the same position she was last night when she collapsed into bed. The motel room was dark, but the grubby curtains were made of very thin material which allowed light from the streetlamp to shine through a little. Unlike all the other motel rooms he had stayed in, this one was the perfect temperature, it was just right and the kind of temperature that makes you feel sleepy; Sam was just drifting back to sleep in his temperate motel room and comfy bed when Dean's mobile phone began ringing loudly. It rang for about ten seconds, and with every second it vibrated itself nearer the edge of the bedside table. Since it was Dean's phone, Sam waited for Dean to wake up and answer, but Dean hadn't even moved since it started ringing, so Sam caught the phone just as it vibrated off of the top.
"Hello?" he yawned, trying to non-verbally tell the caller that it was much to early to be ringing.
"Sam, is that you?" came the crackled voices reply, Dean's phone wasn't getting much signal.
"Mhm." Sam groaned, he sat up and rubbed his eyes.
"Where's Dean?" the quality had improved, and Sam realised it was Castiel.
"Beside me, sleeping in his bed. Sylvie is in a fold out at the foot of both our beds, sleeping like a baby. What do you want, Cass?" asked Sam, he spoke quietly so not to wake the others up, but figured he was wasting his time because if they weren't woken by the phone, then they wouldn't be woken by his talking.
"I need you all to come meet me at the bunker, I have a case I need help with." Castiel explained briefly and hurriedly.
"Case? Explain."
"It concerns a group of rebel angels, lead by an angel called Chayyliel, who is a-" Castiel paused "Family friend, you might say."
"How so?" Sam snorts a little in disbelief.
"Chayyliel is the son of my sister's best friend." he gave Sam a minute to comprehend before continuing "His name literally means 'army' and ever since the fall he has been leading a group, or you could say yet another faction, of young angels. Sylvie grew up with him, they went to Sunday School together, saw each other everyday and they were best friends until my sister fled to Earth with her daughter to take refuge. That was a hard time for Sylvie, but I am sure she has told you of that… adventure." Castiel elaborated.
"She never mentioned a friend, only family. We are quite far out and we need to pack and have a large cooked breakfast." Sam teased.
"Sam." he replied flatly. Sam snorted again. "Don't tell Sylvie who we are dealing with."
"Fine, we will have breakfast in the impala. I won't tell her then, I guess... Anyways, Got to go get em' up, see you soon, bye." Sam hung up and let out a long winded sigh.
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