When They Said Gone
Rose knew her life was about to change dramatically, she just thought it would be a different kind of dramatic change. - Kevin X OC [?], Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Kevin Tran, OC
SPOILERS FOR SEASON 9! Loosely follows plot line. (From ep. 2)
[Note Kevin's birthday was on DEC. 2 1997 (rather than 1995) so he is now 17 as of 2014 and 16 at the start of this
DISCLAIMER! I do not own Supernatural, any characters or setting. I am not receiving any money or physical rewards or payment for writing this. All characters are property of The CW.
Rated T for mild language and fighting
Chapter one: Manila Paper
I stand at a heavy looking reinforced steel door. My messenger bag hangs off my shoulder, I knew this would be tough, but two days of driving I should feel like I know what I'm going to say.
I knock.
An Asian kid about my age opens the door just a crack. "Hello?"
"Is there a Dean Winchester here?" I ask before thinking.
"I haven't seen him in a while, why?" he ask glancing around.
"I just need to tell him something important, do you have any means of contacting him?" he glances down at my hand, clenching and unclenching, I pull it behind my back.
"One moment." He shuts the door. I pull out my phone and check for any messages, of course there is one from a good friend of mine, Kennedy, "Where are you?" I quickly reply with 'out, can you email me the english assignments?'
"where? sure"
"Doesn't matter, I'm fine." Just then she calls me. "What?"
"Rose, where are you?" she practically shouts.
"I'm having loads of sex with this one guy in Quebec, what does Je suis très bien mean again?"
"I'm fine, but seriously Rose, you aren't at your house, school, the cages. Do you need to talk about it?"
"No I'm talking about it with the French-Canadian guy." The guy comes back with a phone in hand. "Kennedy, I got to go. WHEW." I hang up. "Hey sorry, my friend thinks I'm in Canada with someone, what's up?"
"Here you go?" he says handing me a Nikon phone.
"Hello?"
"I was told you needed to tell me something?"
"Um yeah, do you remember a Joslyn Short, about 17 years ago? Medium height, long blond hair, green eyes?" I ask
"Rings a bell, why?" I gulp.
"Shes dead." It feels good to say it out loud, so blunt. Dean takes a deep breath.
"I'm on my way back now, we'll be there in two hours, put Kevin back on." I hand the phone back to Kevin.
"Yes sir." He hangs up the phone. "Come in."
"Kevin we're back." Deans voice booms. Walking down the stairs.
"Still here." Kevin calls back. A tall man walks in with a much shorter person with a dark sack over their head with handcuffs holding a knife to their throat. I back peddle to the wall. "Is that?" Kevin says starting to charge.
"Kevin, look we need him alive."
"BUT-"
"No Kevin." Kevin starts to push through Dean. He pushes Kevin against a wall. "Kevin I know what he did to you, but we need information. Just try and focus on the tablet, you can have the honors when it comes time" Dean turns back to me. "I'll be back in a few minutes." He chases after the other guys.
"Who are they?" I ask unpeeling myself from the wall.
"I'll be back in few minutes is Dean, tall guy is Sam, Dean's brother. Other guy is Crowley, a good for nothing demon, king of hell."
"Oh, what did he do?"
"Doesn't matter, you don't need to know."
"I understand." Dean reenters the room.
"You needed to talk?" he ask. I nod, and he gestures to a corridor. I follow him to a kitchen. "What's up."
"You said you remembered Joslyn Short, about 17 years ago?"
"Yes, she wanted to major in art."
"She died last week, and before she died she told me to find you and show you these." I hand him a folder. He reads the papers and drops the folder.
"I just thought you should know."
"How did you find the bunker?" Dean ask.
"Your operation is not as airtight as you think it is." I say, to be honest I had no idea how I found it, I heard they were in Lawrence, but I didn't know exactly where in Lawrence, it was pure luck that I even found this place.
Dean dismisses it. "So what do we do now?"
I shrug "This was as about as far as my plan went, I was thinking about driving back to Seattle, a friend said I could live with them till I came of age."
"Stay here, at least for a little while longer." I nod. "How should we tell Sam?"
"Who is Sam?" I ask.
"Tall, long hair, lean, vegetables, my broth- your uncle?"
"Ohhhhhhhhh." I say. Hearing Dean call his brother my uncle was too weird. "I'll just call him Sam."
"Deal."
"Just blurt it out in one continuous sentence?" I suggest.
"That sounds best." I follow Dean out of the kitchen and into the main area.
"We have an announcement." Dean shouts. Sam and Kevin look at us.
"Hi, I'm Rose." I say interrupting the almost awkward silence.
"SoitturnsoutthatRosehereismydaughterandweneverkneweachotherandhermotherdiedlastweek, so yeah."
"Hi?" I say trying to prevent even more awkwardness. Just then my phone goes off with a banjo ringtone. Kennedy again, "One moment- Hey Kennedy."
"So I know you aren't in Canada banging some French- Canadian dude. For one it would take 43 hours to get there, you don't have a passport because its still in your drawer."
"Look Kennedy I appreciate your concern, I'm fine, I'm with some family. And how the hell did you get into my house?"
"I borrowed a key from your neighbor. Sweetie, please just tell me where you are and who you're with. I will stop calling you."
"I'm in Kansas with some family."
"Okay, That was all I needed, call me if you need anything, okay?"
"Deal." I say hanging up. "Sorry about that."
"So the angels fell, Crowley's in our dungeon. Kevin you keep trying to translate the tablet, I say we start looking for anything angely, demony, ghosty, its going to be a long year." Sam says pulling everyone back in.
"Hey kid, can you do research?"
"Kind of. On what, and why are we looking for things that don't exist?" all the boys look around at each other with snickering eyes and a tad of what. I'm still confused.
"Wait, you're serious?"
"Yeah, Demons, ghost, angels, I hate to break it to you but they don't exist. They're made up, fictional, not real."
"So you're saying all the mystical creatures that go boom in the night are real?"
"Well not all, but most." Sam explains cracking open an old book with sketches and words.
"And Crowley is?"
"The king of hell."
"And should die." Kevin adds
Sam and Dean left a few hours ago so Kevin is trying to translate the tablet while I try and read about the supernatural. "So Deans daughter?" Kevin says.
"At least that's what my mom said, "Dean Winchester, tall, amazing green eyes and seemed like a good guy.""
"My dad died when I was less than a year old." Kevin replies.
"What about your mom?" I ask.
"She was killed by Crowley."
"Oh, I'm sorry." That explains his beef. "I like your tattoo by the way." A pentagon with a fiery ring around it in his arm.
"Anti-possession, keeps me in and the demons out."
"Cool." I reply going back to the odd book.
A few minutes later Kevin gets a call about someone named Abaddon. He ends up making more phone calls.
"Happen to read anything on knights of hell?" Kevin ask getting up.
"What the hell is a knight of hell?" I ask trying to be funny.
"A knight of hell, uber-powerful demon apparently." I shake my head. "Help me check the archives?" I follow him to a room of dusty, musty smelling file boxes.
We go through each box. "Kevin, I know it's you. I'd recognize the pitter-patter of those little feet anywhere. Who's with you?" Kevin puts a finger over his lips telling me to stay quiet. "That's right, run. It's what you do." I mouth Crowley and Kevin nods his head. We each grab a box and start
"You're, what's the word?" Crowley ask "Weak."
Kevin pulls back a shelf.
"Who'd a got with ya?" Crowley ask looking me over.
N/A
Hey so this is my first fanfic so yeah, feedback welcome. I'm sorry this part follows the plot line really close and doesn't really explain much, it gets better in the next chapter, promise! Thank you for reading this far -The Girl In The Notebook