"More than not those eyes of the sweetest amber, where an emerald gem encased within had laced over so many things in this world. Sometimes these roads were just too cold to walk through like the coming frost up in the mountains had caved into the pass, and like the spring rains that captivate the earth to wash away all the suffering that in which laced bound upon its soul. Those eyes of sweet nectar held all the scars within of war torn quarrels that left the life so dearly hurt. Life is cruel, and sometimes it was harsher for others than some. Sometimes the pain was relished on one, and when it came to that, those eyes of honeyed pastures seemed to turn to spring's meaningful joys, unlike those souls in which beg for the winter storms to haze their minds.

I remembered, back in the day where those eyes where just a storm of rage, and the tundra that laced upon her soul was filled with the creatures so thriving and loving. That their fur coats laced with a scent of love and cherishment; that this world did not seem to be tundra of waste, but a world of love and peace. It was her dream, it was our realities intentions, but never was it what she hoped. But that didn't mean hearts don't change. I remember when her life was so much harder to face, when she was just barely making it sane, and that this world was just hell in all ways.

It all started in the mist of early November, where the sky was softly gray that morning prior….."

It seemed like there was nothing but silence that laid dormant within that lonely house that laid upon that private road. The house itself was of simplicity, of a beautiful style of classical old; reserved to the eyes of man as such that possibly no one would ever suspect if a murder ever where to occur their till years later. No one gave thought to that beautiful haunt to not only the house but to people who survived within besides those of teens and companions who come through night and sun. It was different, but it was so perfect that even a spirit would not wish to tamper with the foundation of such classical outlook even if it were meant to fright.

They saw those fences, laced so beautifully as every aspect where to be of thriving life, but the soft dullness within, the lifeless tone that surrounded and the missing of youth from these walls and stone paths made it seem so saddening and foreign. They had stopped their car from passing further downwards towards the end, the classical car sliding down the hill towards the drive through below where the leaves softly twirled and fumbled below. It was so large the space that practically 4 cars can park flat which possible more can lay on angle with two more on the platform above.

Standing up from his seat within the car, the male looked out with sharp eyes looking all around at the desolation. "So this is it?" Stated a taller male who came out of the other side of the car looking around just like his companion was doing. His longer hair was brushed to and fro by the wind. Looking back at the other male, the shorter one took out a leather bound journey as he removed a piece of paper that held a simple name. Looking back and forth as the image of the same house came in comparison he sighed in turn. "Yeah, this is the place." The male replied, his voice deeper and thicker than of the taller one. The door was then shut on both ends as they walked through the wooden gate on the side which held a stone path with greenery to all sides. A small little fountain laid to the side as the men walked into the opening of veins overhead passed the opening of curtained windows as they reached the elegant front door of smoothly engraved wood.

Walking forwards, the tallest took a step and hit the doorbell that lay towards the left, noting the ever often sheen of bells and the small pelts that littered the ground, as if they shot those air soft guns more than not. Standing there for a moment it seemed like no one was there. Further moments pass as the door was then creaked into an opening position. Attention was placed upon the young female who opened the door. She was a young girl, possibly just about her early twenties, or possible just twenty. Her skin was scattered with scars that laced over sun kissed skin as healing wounds laced over it. Her face was smooth and round, holding glasses that fell upon the bridge of the smooth nose. Her lips where slightly parted in yearning breath, those full plum rose red lips. Her eyes of honey laced over those two boys before her.

"Hello?" she asked softly as her deep voice lavished them with subtle warmth. "Hi, uhm, I'm Sam and this is Dean and we were informed you could help us with something, Tiny right ?" stated as the man presented himself as Sam while he motioned the shorter male to be Dean. Tiny tilted her head ever slightly to the side as her eyes laid a sharp gaze that toppled over them. It took them moments to observe this young girl who looked no older than Sam, and actually quite younger in comparison. Her body was of a short stature, 5'3 (and compared to these 6'1 and 6'4 men, it was not hard to notice considering she was shorter than Sam and Dean's shoulder so…). She was reasonably sized, a little big, but she was curvy as was certain. Her face was rounded as it lite up with those eyes of honey that looked towards them in wonder as her plump red lips parted in yearning breath. Though she was bigger, her stomach wasn't fully large, nor was it small, an even consistency of both. Despite that factor, it could be said that she was a beautiful woman in turn.

She blinked for a moment. "You're here… for me?" she stated softly in her soft voice. The brothers exchanged looks for a moment. "Yes, of course, you are Tiny after all, right?" She narrowed her eyes slightly as she opened the door. "Please, come on it." her voice seemed so small from before as she widened it to let the boys pass through. It seemed like the outside was also lavished with the elegant classics as it seemed the only thing modern in there was the electronically devices, parting from the lights of traditional beauty. Dean whistle was he looked towards the side as the family room was straight forwards. "Well, you got a whole movie theater in here." He stated as he looked at the mass of movies with the largest home television he has ever seen as it was latterly almost as tall as the wall itself.

"My brothers enjoy bigger screens around here. After all addicts to video games will never get better, might as well enjoy it while I allow them to." She stated briskly with a soft voice. The door was shut behind her then. Sam looked around the house, sweeping his eyes towards everything which then landed upon the girl who silently observed them with soft eyes. It was as if she wasn't used to this. She took a soft breath as she closed her eyes only to open them. "Would you like anything to drink or eat?" she asked them with a soft sweet voice. "I was already making lunch when you guys came around." She added as she motioned towards another doorway that was closed to the front door that held a glowing light with the scent of food finally comprehended in their systems.

Dean's stomach growled at the thought of food. They hadn't' stopped to eat as they were on their way here, after all, they were so close but the traffic was engulfing. She softly smiled as the corner of her lips turned up. "Well, I hope you do enjoy it, its 'spicy sausage' as I grew up calling the concoction, now come along, let's not starve in this household." She stated with a soft motherly influence on her tongue. Turning she added as she walked in the kitchen. "I also have some apple pie." Dean grinned at that. "Oh, pie, I love pie." He added as he followed the girl as Sam rolled his eyes. He looked over the room once more, to finally take in the sight of those files and papers that laced over the coffee table with a few boxes scattered around with some strange liquids faded to the side in jars. He neared it, eyes flashing over the top of the files as he quickly moved them around. His fingers grazed the symbols, the markings. Ancient papers stained through years written over lay beneath as if they were hidden from the world, which they were.

"Sammy, come on, this food is so~ good!" he called out to his brother which snapped him out of his trance. He walked over to the kitchen as he looked around. Tiny had stood by the stove, a plate in hand as she was serving food. Dean on the other hand had sat down at the long six-seating table. He sat down with a plate full of all sorts of food as he heavily devoured it. Walking towards Tiny, she turned with a soft smile that was slightly filled with bashfulness. Passing him a plate he grabbed it and looked towards the array of food as she walked towards the table.

Green beans, cheeses in mash potatoes, and a dish that consisted of red colored rice with Louisianan sausage as diced peppers covered over them of red and yellows. He picked the vegetables, but out of curiosity at the new dish he grabbed a bit on his plate. He sat himself down noticing the missing woman as he was responded by her soft voice. "Would you like something to drink?" she asked him. "I'll have a beer." Dean called out. Sam shook his head. "Anything you think is best." He stated back. She smiled softly in turn as she went to the fridge and got out three glasses of different colored liquids. "Better than beer, enjoy Smirnoff." She stated as she passed each of a glass bottle that she in turn opened with her shirt.

Dean raised his brow, taking the one with the peach label. He grabbed it and gave it a good sip as he grinned right after that. "That is some good shit right there." He stated as he added another large gulp for good measures. Sam did the same to his and he couldn't deny that the flavor that flowed down his throats that burned swiftly. "Yeah, I know people with a good taste in alcohol." She stated back softly, taking a light sip of hers.

"I don't want to be rude, but you're the first visitors I have looking for me…. why are you here anyways?" she asked softly with eyes laced with slight worry that scorn through them. Hesitantly she stopped and looks at them as her hands folded upon her lap. Dean looked to his brother who looked back with a sigh, "Do you know our father, John Winchester?" Dean told her in a serious manner, seating himself down with another plateful of food. She sighed and closed her eyes for a moment. "John Winchester, John Winchester… I do have to say it sounds awfully familiar." She stated softly. "John…. I actually might have received something from him rather than talk to him recently once I think about It." she stated as her left arm held up her right elbow where her hand softly grazed over her lips. Her eyes focused as she looked up again.

"I remember him, well not much, but to an extent when I was younger. We talked once in a while, did some activities when he came around which was very rare, but if not, I haven't seen him in about 2 years, possible 3….I mean I'm more of a researcher when people call me up than anything else... but..." Her voice had trailed off at the end as her breath hitched at the thoughts swarming in that brilliant mind of hers. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath and opened her eyes, those glasses taken off of her soft features as they shared the moment her eyes opened to reveal that burning honey. It was almost a shock to look at the drastic change that overcame her features so quickly.

"He's not just missing, It's like he's completely off the face of the Earth isn't he?" she asked them simply with those eyes grazing over the two brothers who looked at her in astonishment, glancing at one another moments to so. "How did you know?" Dean asked her, his cheery mood to a serious outcome. "I know little about your father, but there is one thing I remember better than any other. 'I'll send you my boys if it's absolutely necessary, and only if then, you'll know what to do.' That was the last thing he ever told me. I don't know what to do though; you Hunters are capable of doing many things that I don't think I could ever imagine to do." She stated as she sighed.

Sam looked shocked further as realization cut through his mind seeing her and connecting the dots. "They thought you were a hunter didn't they?" He asked her as she looked away from them. "Well, I guess they would see me as a hunter, always going around and doing my research about them, giving some info to those who need it but…. I just stayed at home all the time, sometimes wishing it where a few years back again when I didn't have to deal with the thought that I'm rushing out there to kill those things, but…" she began to say as her voice trailed off as those honey eyes turned a blazed as she turned to them with hardened eyes. "I was tired of running away, being so dependent on the world. It wasn't my fault I was dragged into all of this just like that, heck I had an opportunity to run, to flee and get the hell out of this but I chose to stay knowing this whole life. I'm no hunter and possible never will truly be one in the same since, but…." Her voice had ever trailed off as memories overcame like a cascade of nightmares.

"No matter how hard I tried, no matter how strong I was, it was never enough and never will be. I was just coming home when they got me good, and everyone else I cared about too…. And once again I make a mockery of myself when one of those demons came around, and…. And I've never actually killed one of those things before so I still don't know how the hell I'm alive." Her face had been placed in her hands as she held back a sob, wiping way at her eyes. Her body shook as she recalled all the events. She couldn't imagine how much pain a person could be in as those images came flooding in. "I cried when I heard her scream. I… I don't have a strong will to kill a man, not even a supernatural entity. I'm pathetic." She cried out as she covered her face with her hands.

The brothers looked at her with sad eyes. Sam turned to Dean as he then stood up as he walked around, patting her back and giving an awkward side hug. Sam sighed softly, holding her tighter. Dean just looked at her. This girl was so kind, so gentle and yet here she was confessing how she hunted a creature, how she killed it, how she was in pain because she killed something, how she was afraid. He looked down to the journal he had carried with him as his mind looked over it as the words replayed in his mind.

I'll send you my boys if it's absolutely necessary, and only if then, you'll know what to do.

He closed his eyes for a moment, and took a deep breath in. "I'm… I'm sorry I let it out on all of you." She stated as she lightly pushed Sam away from his awkward attempt at comfort. She shook her face, wiping the remaining tears away that managed to slip. "It's just; I haven't actually had visitors for me for… anything at all even from my brothers for 2 whole years. I'm sorry." The brothers looked at one another at that. "For 2 whole years?" Dean asked. "You really need to get out of here then." he stated in turn at her response. Sam responded in turn, "You really don't know what to do with yourself do you?" Sam asked her. She looked up to him.

"I don't really have a choice but to hunt or to ignore all the hard work I've done since then. I work just enough to sustain myself and to make sure my brothers have help funding for their college and I just, well don't know. I've never been in such a bad position in my life honesty, but enough of that, you men are worried about your father and I'm crying over my damn life to people I've only heard about, that's not fair now is it?" she stated as she brushed herself off, a smile on her face now as she composed herself with deep breaths.

"Now who want some pie?" she asked as her voice strung in a slight unrecognizable accent as she turned and grabbed a towel to grab the pie from the oven. The brothers exchanged looks once more as Dean turned to a grin as he smelt that delicious scent of apple and cinnamon. "If it's as good as this food I'll have the whole thing." He commented as she smiled. Sam rolled his eyes at that. "You really don't have to be worried about anything." He told the female his age. She turned to him with a smile back. "Trust me, I've had years to get over my pains, but you two, you just lost your father to God Knows where. Trust me, I can cry all day but that's not gonna do me any good now is it? Now, since you are towering over me, I don't think you'll have a problem grabbing the plates on top. Those are much nicer." She commend with a soft voice that returned to before except held more thriving life.

Dean smiled at her words. "That's damn right. You know for someone so alone you seem so out going, what that about?" he asked her with a raised brow. "True, but I got a little somebody named Hannibal which will honesty devour your soul if you'll allow him to." She commented. Dean looked started at that comment; the pounding of feet was heard to the side having both brothers turn towards the doorway. They were ready to face the horrendous beast that was prepared to come from the door at how serious and grim her voice stated it out.

There in the doorway was the most terrifying creature they have ever seen in their life. Its large black eyes stared deep into their souls as its paws scrapped the ground in anticipation as Dean let a gasp come from his throat. "The mini bear is gonna eat our souls Sammy, should we run?"

"Defiantly" Sam responded as a grin cracked upon his features. The boys looked in awe the massive Caucasian Ovcharka or Caucasian Shepard as Tiny simple called him, who trotted around on the ground with a light heartened yip as he scampered towards Dean. He went upon his hind legs and began to playfully paw at his jeans. "Hannibal, say hi to our guests." She told the little puppy who turned towards his master.

His ears bent backwards as he sat down, lifting his large paw up to shake. "Aw, ain't he cute." He stated as Dean knelled down as he shook the little puppy's paw who barked back in joy. He then stood back up as he began to spin and hop as he fell back on his back and got up to do the same with Sam who smiled at the little creature. "I guess not, I get what you mean to say when you named him Hannibal, but why? I mean call him bear, he's a mini firkin bear!" Dean asked as he grabbed the fresh, warm pie that she gave to him, which was happily extra-large just for him.

"Well, I guess I'm happy. You see he's a Caucasian Ovcharka, or Shepard, known for protecting farms in the Asian side of the world, originating in Georgia. They grow to be massive dogs and very, extremely defensive and are breed to take down bears. They are also known for their intelligence so I thought why not. Not to mention the fact he is Hannibal Lector's hugest fan." She told them as she ushered honesty, patting her leg, allowing the poor puppy to go near her and softly yip upwards in joy as his owner walked over the fridge to retrieve his prize. She brought a bag of small cubed, raw, meat which she softly tossed to the pup who jumped up at it, smacking its muzzle around.

"Stay healthy my friend. Now tell me, how is my pie?" she asked Dean who was devouring it with utter joy as he moaned out in pleasure. "Oh my God! It's heaven!" Dean cried out as he grabbed another spoon full to his mouth. She smiled at that. Sam smiled too, rolling his eyes as he grabbed his small slice too as he closed his eyes in bliss. "You're amazing at cooking." He stated as he bit into it again. "Thank you again, for the meal that is." He added to the very short woman. She had grabbed her own plate with a fork as she motioned them to go with her. They in turn followed her to the first room they were in prior.

They sat down on the very comfortable couch as they ate away, looking to the woman as she placed her pie on the side table as she grabbed the files from before. Sam and Dean had stopped completely the moment they saw her pick out an image. It was of a younger version of Tiny, her eyes full of thriving and content life that glittered with utter joy as besides her where two males, one being darker shade than the others with stubbles on his face while the other was pale with a chubbier face. Both of them had dark brown, almost black eyes as they towered over the female with an older man standing over her, besides her brothers as they hugged for the photo.

"This is your father isn't it?" she asked them as she passed Dean the photo who stared at it. "Yeah, that's dad." He stated as he passed it to Sam. "Well then I really got something to look for. You see-" she began to say as she opened files neatly and placed them ever so on the table revealing paper after paper of supernatural things, fake ideas, cases. It was filled with all the things that anyone would ever need and more to get access to anything on a hunt. "These are files I've collected over the years, from a few forms I've managed to find here and there, to classical murders I've already suspected the reasoning of, to papers you're father left here, and sent to me. Hannibal had decided that papers where a lovely decoration and scattered them everywhere." She sighed in turn as she shook her head.

"You're father had recently sent me some papers, and all I have to do now is sort through all of them and I believe we got a lead, after all he sent you here didn't he? Don't want to disappoint." She stated as she picked up a few papers. "I assure you, I might not have known him long at all, but he held a huge impact on my life. If anything I'm willing to help as much as I can do. Now, do you want to help me or do you want to go in the pool or something. Not that I recommend it though." She added a she grabbed a bundle and held it out to Dean as he finished his pie.

"If you want more food, just go head but don't touch these papers here, I don't want them messed up alright? These are important to me and I would appreciate it if you took care of these. You don't have to do this thought, just suggesting." She stated as Dean nodded in turn. "I really could, but I think I would rather find dad." He stated as he gave her a grin of reassurance.

"Of course, now Dean, Tiny, let's find Dad."

Author's Notes

Hello!

Well this is my first fan fiction, and I hope this is at least enjoyable. I'm, trying, and as a person who wishes to write and who wants to improve on her skills this is where I want to start. Please comment, I would appreciate it a lot.

Thanks You for Reading!

With Love,

VioletFlame14