Lily stared out of the window of the 1967 Impala. They'd been on the road for at least seven hours now- the rolling hills of the previous night had faded into the flat plains that flashed by now. She shifted around to look at her brothers. Dean, as always, was staring faithfully at the road ahead, his eyes showing only telltale signs of fatigue. Sam was asleep, head slumping awkwardly over his seatbelt. Lily smiled to herself. At least he finally decided to get some rest. Ever since they'd gotten the call Sam had been immersed in his laptop researching their latest assignment.
The Call. She sighed. Another job, another "occurrence", another hunt. Her whole life had consisted of the same scenario, replayed a thousand times with a thousand different enemies in a thousand different places. Ever since she was a baby she and her brothers and father had lived this lifestyle. On the night her mother died, Lily became a hunter. She traveled with her father, Sam, and Dean, hiding out in hotel rooms until her dad finally decided she was ready for the big leagues. And then they were one big happy hunter family… until Sam left for college. Her father had been furious. There was a lot of screaming, arguing, fighting. Lily was happy for her brother. She knew how much he wanted to go to law school. It had been a very confusing time for the Winchester family. In the end Sam left. The anger and unrest between him and their father went unsolved. Although she was glad Sam was pursuing the life he wanted, Lily was sad to see him go-- especially on those terms. She loved Dean and her father, but she was certain that Sam was the only one in the family who really understood her. She'd always been closer to Sam than she was to anyone else in her family.
So Lily and Dean had continued to travel with their father. Eventually she and Dean would handle their own jobs while John took care of more advanced cases. During those long hours on the road she learned a lot about her oldest brother. She also learned a lot about the job from him. She even began to take on some of his personality traits. Then one day her father announced that the three of them would be settling down for a while. He said he'd found a place near the home of an old friend of his and he was going to buy it. Of course she and Dean thought his claims were empty, but by the following month they were settled in the small town of Ipswich, South Dakota. That was the summer before ninth grade for Lily. The thought of going to school literally made her sick. Up until that point all of her school work had been completed and submitted online. She'd never had any conventional schooling or any real friends her own age. She was terrified and ashamed simultaneously. She couldn't believe how she, a girl who had single handedly disposed of countless evil spirits and demons, was afraid to walk into a simple brick building teaming with pubescent boys and girls.
Terrified though she was, Lily managed to force her feet to carry her through the double doors that first day of school. She was immediately repulsed by the majority of the girls she encountered that day. Most of the preppy jock guys had the same effect. They sat in their little cliques at lunch and during class, discussing other people's business, starting hurtful jokes that would soon become rumors and carry through the school like wildfire. All at the expense of some poor kid who was unlucky enough to be excluded from their group. It disgusted her. As was so often the case in small towns, anything different from the norm was shunned, looked down upon, gossiped about. Anyone who didn't wear a certain brand of clothing, drive a certain car, or believe a certain idea was considered trash. Lily remembered looking at the bright pinks, yellows, and oranges of the Abercrombie and Hollister shirts and skirts all the girls wore-in her faded no-name red-and-cream plaid button up hanging open over an old black Metallica t-shirt, washed out jeans with a rip just above the right knee, and classic black Converse high-tops, she knew she was fair game for their critical eyes and whispered words.
In fact it was probably her disgust and inability to fit in with this small town mentality that first attracted her to Carson. Heh, Carson…
Lily's head snapped up as the door to the Impala slammed shut.