It's in the Blood
By
TheaWalker
Chapter One
Disclaimer – I wish I did own them but I don't
Author Note – So here it is, my first Supernatural fan fiction. It's an AU obviously but I really hope you give it a chance and don't let the sheer size of it or the fact it has an OC in it put you off. I doubt that the other chapters will be quite the monster this one is. Hopefully you like the way I portray Emily and Adam. It starts off Emily based at first but this will change as the story progresses. Dean and Sam will be in a lot, there will be plenty of flashback of John not to mention that Adam, Bobby, Rufus and Castiel will feature a great deal as well! Please enjoy.
Summary – Adam and Emily Milligan were normal kids until their father turned up and changed their lives. Hunting was in their blood, one has heard the call to arms, the second's journey is only just beginning. Now their father in gone they have to rely on two older brothers they didn't know existed and who they don't know if they can trust. Add trying to have a normal life and you've got a whole heap of trouble.
Couples – Light Destiel (Mainly teasing) other then that I don't intend there to be romance!
Emily Milligan grunted, the air from her lungs rushing past her lips as her back collided heavily into the hard stone flooring beneath her
Great, that was going to be yet another bruise she could add to her steadily growing collection. At the rate she was going her pale skin would end up multicoloured like a twisted version of a rainbow.
For a split second she forgot the danger around her, her eyes closing briefly as she sucked in much needed air back into her depleted lungs. Her hair felt sticky making her wonder whether she had hit her head hard enough for her to bleed. Her vision certainly felt shaky enough to point to a concussion. If it was then that would be her third concussion in a month. They were going to have to give her, her own private room at the local hospital if she carried 0n the way she was going.
Pushing the thought away Emily forced herself to her feet, pleased that the floor stopped rocking beneath her almost immediately. She twirled her machete in her hand, grip tightening on the handle as her blue eyes narrowed focusing on the tall vampire strolling towards her as though he didn't have a care in the world. The bastard actually had the nerve to put his hands in his jeans pocket as he whistled a jaunty little tune, looking as though he was strolling through the park.
She took in a deep breath ignoring the anger beating at her as she pulled plan D out of her head since clearly plan A, B and C had all failed, though how exactly plan B had failed was beyond her.
All vampires were the same, stuck up douche bags who thought they were amazing, personally Emily blamed twilight, ever since that had come out every young vampire had tried to base himself on Edward Cullen realising that trusting teenage girls would lap up the act. Emily wished she could have a minute alone with those twilight vampires to show them how she really felt about them. They wouldn't be so sparkly once she was through with them.
The vampire in front of her, who had actually had the nerve to introduce himself as Dylan to her as he looked her up and down licking his lip, clearly believed that he had this battle won. She was pretty sure he had thought that from the minute she had walked into the warehouse, machete resting against her shoulder. Perhaps she should have said something witty instead of remaining silent but she couldn't see the point in talking to something she planned to kill. It seemed almost like bad manners to her.
He saw her as easy prey and had decided that he was going to unleash his Edward Cullen at her believing she would pull a Bella Swan and fall at his feet begging him to feed off of her. The vampire was clearly a complete and utter idiot.
It was the same with most of the supernatural beings she faced. They would take a look at her, noticing her lack of height and slim build and assume that she barely had the strength to lift her weapon let alone fight a battle with them. Some of them had even laughed when they realised that she was deadly serious about killing them.
She had learnt to block them all out; it was hardly as though she would cry herself to sleep if a demon or shapeshifters thought she was a loser. In fact she would prefer they viewed her like that, if they had thought she was cool then she might actually have had to review where she was going wrong and a trip into her thought process was something she was always reluctant to do.
Emily would be the first one to hold her hand up and admit that she wasn't the strongest hunter out there, hell she was well aware that half the things she faced on a weekly basis would be able to break her in half if they caught her but that there was her secret. They couldn't catch her, what she lacked up in strength and intimidation skills she easily made up for in quickness and her ability to get into spaces that most people wouldn't even bother with. It was hard for her enemies to break her if they couldn't catch her. On top of that she was extremely good with her machete and had learnt that several small wounds could be just as damaging to prey as one massive wound. Blood was blood after all and if it could bleed then she could weaken it and she could kill it.
She was lucky enough to be able to think fast on her feet. She never went into any situation without a plan and since nine times out of ten that original plan would fail she would have about fifty back up plans. Back up plans which so far had saved her life a total of fifteen times, sixteen if she made it out of the warehouse alive.
Fast and brainy were good skills to have in a Hunter and she would quite frankly take what she could. You couldn't teach people to use their minds or at least that what her father had told her every day that he trained her. Emily wasn't stupid, she was well aware that he could just have been saying that to cheer her up after she yet again failed to cut the fake demon in half but as far as she was concerned a compliment was a compliment and she would take any encouragement from her father that she could. It always surprised her when he actually did say something that didn't make her feel an inch tall, she had always assumed that he wouldn't know a compliment if it came up to him, introduced itself to him before socking him a right hook to the jaw.
She always found herself vaguely amused in a barely keeping hold of her hysteria sort of way that she was the one who ended up a Hunter. She hadn't even known the Supernatural world existed until she was fifteen. Up until that point she had only been focused on keeping their family together and getting good grades while praying that Tom Collins would notice her and ask her out.
She blamed her father of course, the father she didn't even know existed until he turned up at their doorstep in the middle of her and her twin brother Adam's twelfth birthday party looking as though he had been dragged through a hedge backwards, Emily had been pretty sure he had been covered in blood though her mum had ushered him into the kitchen, closing the door before she could get a proper look at the man. All she had managed to see was that he had hair as dark as hers and he was scruffy looking.
It had been the next day that their mother had sat them down and explained that the scruffy stranger was actually their father. She hadn't explained why he had been missing from their lives until now but truth be told Emily didn't really care. He hadn't said much to them either other then to force a smile on his face and ask them to call him what ever they felt comfortable with. He had then proceeded to cough as though he was hacking a lung up before their mother stood and helped him to his feet, wrapping a protective arm around his waist as she told them that he would be staying with him. Her tone making it clear that it was an issue that wasn't up for discussion.
Adam had accepted him into their life, calling him Dad after a week of him being there. Emily had felt betrayed by her brother but she supposed she couldn't blame him. Adam was the only man in their family and he had always been the friendly twin, the one who could easily twist people round his little finger, using his natural charm to get what he wanted. Having another man around the house must have been a dream come true for him, especially when the man began taking him out to baseball games and doing countless of other boyish stuff which Emily had no interest in. He even taught Adam how to fix their mother's crappy old car so he could fix it if it ever broke down when he wasn't here.
They soon settled into a quiet dysfunctional routine, spending time together, eating together and everything would have been perfect except the fact that their father would never stay. Sometimes he would stay a few weeks at a time other times just a day and he would always leave without a word to them and always appear with no warning.
Emily wasn't sure when exactly she had began accepting him as her father. She didn't get on with people very well preferring to let Adam deal with that side of things, she had a small number of friends, friends who she was loyal to but she found new people difficult to trust and she most certainly didn't trust John Winchester as far as she could throw him.
It was clear though that he was there to stay, or at least that he would randomly appear in their lives and Emily could see enough family resemblance between the three of them to know that he wasn't a con man trying to pull the wool over their eyes. She just found the whole thing awkward and she hated it. Why was she the only one questioning where he had been for the twelve years? Why was she the only one who cared about his stupid disappearing act? How could her twin and mother simply accept that this sort of in and out behaviour was normal?
She had truly tried during that first year to accept him, she personally didn't care if she had a relationship with him or not but she knew that her mum and Adam wanted him to stick around for some reason so she had to try. She had tried to be friendly and tried to curb in the possessive instinct that had kept her by Adam's side until he had told her that she was creeping him out and that one shadow was enough for anyone.
She found herself constantly watching the man who had entered her life and disrupted it all and the one thing she noticed was how sad he looked when he thought no one was watching him. He sat slumped forward as though he had a great weight on him that was slowly crushing him; she had wondered with a feeling of sadness whether the man sitting on her sofa could even smile.
Things would have carried on in the same uncomfortable fashion until she made the biggest, most life changing mistake of her life and decided to follow John out of her house one night when she was fifteen.
It hadn't taken Emily long to notice that John had at least twenty phones, all cheap and crappy but all in use, Phones which would constantly ring at every hour of the day. She had noticed how he changed when one went off, his back would straighten, a look of purpose would come into his dark eyes and he would suddenly seem alive in a way he never was when he was with them. He would always leave the room, speaking lowly. Emily though was nothing if not determined and she had heard enough conversations to know that John would answer each phone using a different surname to Winchester. Every time the phone would ring it would indicate that John was leaving again, sometimes only for a few days sometimes for half a year. They never knew when he said his awkward goodbyes to them whether they would see him again.
So when Emily has heard him speaking to someone he kept referring to as Bobby she had decided that enough was enough. She was going to find out what the hell was up with John Winchester once and for all. She had turned and hurried quietly back to her room, discarding her brightly coloured top and jeans for some dark clothing like they wore to stake outs on the cop shows she watched every evening with her mum when her mum wasn't working a double shift at the hospital. She had waited, saying goodbye with a smile when the time came before hurrying out the kitchen door, it had taken her two attempts to get over the top of the garden gate but she had managed it, she had simply ignored the fact that she had ended up in an inelegant heap at the bottom of it . She had just counted herself lucky that John was on foot rather then in his car.
She kept well back, stalking him until they came to a dark abandoned warehouse at the edge of town. She watched, hidden behind a wall as John looked carefully around him before entering the building.
Emily had stared, swallowing deeply. A part of her was absolutely terrified while the other part was vaguely excited; she had never done anything like this before. Hundreds of thoughts had been racing round her head begging to be heard. Was her father a drug dealer who had chosen the warehouse to exchange goods? Perhaps he was an undercover policeman? Or there was always the chance he worked for a mob boss in the area and was going to meet someone and make a hit? Each idea became wilder then the previous one until she had almost freaked herself out of following him into the dark building.
She shook her head. He told them he was an insurance salesman and he had clearly been lying because there was no way in hell an insurance salesman would need to visit a creepy abandoned warehouse at 10.30 on a Friday night.
She hesitated only for a moment before she set her shoulder and hurried across the ground, slipping through the same door he had gone through and immediately hidden behind one of the crates which were littered all over the place. If John was doing something illegal that could harm their family then Emily had to know so she could tell their mum. Her mother might have put up with John's strange moods and his constant comings and goings but she wouldn't put up with anything which might damage or harm Adam or Emily. Besides it wasn't as though they really needed the man, they had survived twelve years without him and they had been fine. She would hardly miss someone who was never there, the longest John had stayed with them was two weeks before he had run like a coward stating that someone called Dean needed him.
The warehouse was completely silent and empty other then her father. She peered round the box, creeping closer when she realised John was preoccupied with drawing something which looked like a circle on the floor in red paint. He stood looking satisfied with his work as he reached behind him and lifted an old looking chair, placing it in the middle of the circle. She watched curiously as he opened the duffle bag to the side of him, her breath catching as he pulled out a shotgun. John had a gun? Was he a hitman?
She gasped as her lower arm was suddenly caught in a tight grip and she was pulled roughly to her feet, her shoulder giving an unpleasant twinge as she realised that her feet were dangling off of the floor. The woman holding her was tall, dressed casually in jeans and a purple top which Emily recognised as one she had wanted but couldn't afford. Chin length light brown hair was arranged messily around the woman's oval face. She could have been pretty if it wasn't for the cold brown eyes staring at her, eyes which turned completely black as the woman tilted her head. A smile coming to her face which froze Emily's struggles, a whimper escaping her throat.
She was dropped to her feet, barely able to keep her balance as the woman spun her round, grabbing her arm again and wrenching it up her back so hard that Emily was surprised it didn't break, any slight movement she made sent shards of agony down her arm and back so she remained still biting down on her lip. She was suddenly pushed forward, the grip on her arm not lessening at all until she was jerked to a stop in front of John. John who stared at her for a moment, his face paling before his dark eyes hardened and he brought the shotgun up and pointed it at the woman, his aim as steady as a rock.
Emily gasped; biting down hard on her tongue as the woman suddenly shook her with enough force that her head snapped back and forth as though she was a ragdoll. She cried out disorientated, her mouth filled with the taste of her own blood making her feel nauseous.
"Stop it" John said his voice cold and laced with barely hidden anger. "The girl has nothing to do with this, just let her go; this is between you and me Greta."
"Now John you can't really expect me not to use this delicious little morsel that came so willingly into my home. I believe she has everything to do with this" Emily shuddered when the woman leaned over, smelling her before her tongue licked Emily's neck "I can smell your taint all over her not to mention your fear which you are trying so desperately to hide. It leaves such a pleasant taste on my tongue" she licked Emily's neck again "I wonder; could this girl be your daughter perhaps? You have the same dark hair and the smell, now that really would be too wonderful. Tell me John do your precious Deanie and Sammy know that Daddy hasn't been faithful to the memory of their mother and instead has given them a baby sister… Well had given them a baby sister is perhaps the words to use"
Baby sister? Dean and Sam? Dean who John had gone to aid? Emily's head whirled through a haze of pain, grasping at one thought. Who were Dean and Sam? Did she have two older brothers she didn't know about?
She sobbed out loud, her thoughts scattering when the woman wrenched her arm up again, a popping sound echoing round the silent warehouse, she screamed as her shoulder dislocated. The woman's other hand gripped her other arm though Emily barely noticed.
"Don't you dare speak about Dean and Sam" John hissed "You dirty demon slut" Emily wondered why she was still conscious, she was sure she had read that when the pain was great the body would shut down giving the victim blessed peace. Surely having your arm dislocated and feeling the other arm bones grind together would be enough to cause it but no, instead she hung limply in the woman's arms, tears streaming down her face to drip unnoticed to the floor. God she wanted to go home.
"This is an interesting turn of events though you must admit John. You came here thinking that you held all the cards for this game and that I was just going to spurt out all the details about my master and yet here we are and it appears I'm holding the ace. You Winchesters are all about family aren't you so it must be killing you that I have my- oh what did you call it again- my dirty demon slut hands on your precious little daughter. Now perhaps we could speak like civilised beings who despise each other? Here are our terms to you. We would like you and that annoying brat of an eldest you have to stop now. Your ridiculous search for my master is becoming quite tiresome, when will you get it into your thick head that no matter how hard you search and sacrifice you will never find him and you will never avenge Mary, you remember Mary right? You didn't do a great job on keeping her safe did you?"
"That's never going to happen Bitch" John replied back, his finger stroking the trigger as he waited for something. Emily forced her head up, her eyes meeting his. He was going to save her. She didn't know how she knew only that in that one instant she knew.
Her eyes widened as her mouth opened in a sharp scream as a second crack was heard. Jesus please knock her out.
"Whoops it appears I don't actually know my own strength John, I've appeared to have broken your daughter's arm. How careless of me. If I was you I would seriously reconsider the previous answer you gave me and perhaps think about agreeing. I've all the time in the world to wait and there are plenty of other bones in this fragile little body which are just begging to be given some attention. I can be fairly inventive at times you know. Alastair was always pleased with my natural flair for giving pain"
Emily slumped forward, her legs buckling beneath her as her vision began to blacken. She wasn't sure what happened next but clearly the slight change in Emily's position has been all that John has been waiting for. There was the sharp sound of a gun going off; the woman was hit dead in the centre of the chest, forcing her to release Emily as she stumbled back directly into the red circle on the floor. Emily hit the ground hard, a cry of pain escaping her lips as she curled into a ball on the floor, ignoring the angry shrieking from the woman and her father's voice. She could barely make out anything over the roaring sound in her ears. Only that her father had suddenly been speaking another language, a language which sounded ancient and which he was clearly fluent in. As he finished there was a strange gushing sound, mingled with a scream and then the sound of a body dropping to the ground.
The silence was almost deafening.
Emily wanted to move but she couldn't do it, instead she remained curled up on the cold dirty floor, sobbing quietly as she attempted to cradle her broken arm with her dislocated one, the pain hitting her like a never ending tide.
She flinched with a fearful cry when she had felt an arm wrap around her waist, pulling her up so her aching head was resting against a warm, solid chest. A soothing hand stroked down her hair softly as a comforting voice murmured at her. She forced herself to look up
"John?" she said, turning her head away from him to look around them frantically, her eyes coming to a stop on the woman who lay still a short distance away from them. Emily turned away blindly, burying her face in John's shoulder as she began sobbing in earnest, aware the whole time of the silent comfort he was providing her. It wasn't until she looked up, her face blotchy and her eyes nearly swollen shut by her tears that John had spoken, his voice sound old and weary.
"You shouldn't have followed me Emily, you may not believe it right now but you were lucky that all she did was break your arm and dislocate your shoulder. She could have done much worse and she would have if she had been given the chance". He kept his arm around her waist as he lifted her to her feet, steadying her when she stumbled. She took a deep breath, managing a slight smile as she tilted her face back to look into his concerned face.
"Well you know that hindsight is a great thing Dad" she said, her voice rough and ragged from pain. She closed her eyes as another wave hit her, barely even noticing that it had been the first time she had called him Dad. She felt his arm tighten briefly around her before he spoke, his voice gruffer then usual as though he was attempting to hide some emotion from her.
"We need to get you checked out" he remarked "Are you going to be ok here while I pack my things up?" he asked. Emily nodded, her eyes falling back to the woman as her Father hurried away. The woman hadn't moved a muscle. She wondered if John had killed her and was shocked to realise that she hoped he had.
"What was that thing?" she suddenly called out to him, watching him pause at her words. "I know it wasn't human, it couldn't have been I mean even on drugs she wouldn't have been able to break my arm like it was a twig, she's kinda skinny and her eyes. When she grabbed me Dad her eyes went completely black like she was wearing contact but no eyes can do that, they just can't change like that. I mean she had no pupil it was just endless black"
Emily realised she was rambling but she couldn't seem to stop the words flowing out of her mouth or stop the feeling of terror that swamped her as she remembered those eyes. She would have nightmares from those eyes.
There was a moment's silence before John spoke, his voice calm and almost thoughtful as though he was deciding what he wanted for dinner.
"You know Emily you can think under pressure, that's a good thing. A Rare thing but a good thing"
"Err thank you?" Emily remarked in confusion "That's no the point I'm making dad, anyone can think under pressure that woma-"
"No they don't Emily" John interrupted his voice taking on a business like tone. "You'd be surprised by how many things I've seen happen which could easily have been prevented if the person had only used their head instead of panicking." He turned back and looked at her and for the first time Emily felt as though he was really looking at her and seeing her. "You must have a lot of questions and we are going to have to talk but not tonight. You've been through enough" he gave a suddenly chuckle the sound rusty as though he rarely laughed. "I can tell from the look on your face that you aren't going to be satisfied unless you have the complete story. You remind me of Sam when you look like that. Dean calls it his bitch face 24, the don't think you're putting me off this topic face"
"Dean? Sam?-" Emily began
"You need to get to hospital" John stated firmly, his face becoming emotionless making it clear that the topic was over. "We need to get your shoulder back in place and get your arm splinted and plastered up, If anyone asked you were hit by a car. Once you're arm is mended then we'll talk Emily ok?" Emily opened her mouth to argue the point but stopped realising how pointless it would be.
"Ok, I'd- I'd like that" she had been surprised by John's bitter smile.
"No. No you won't"
She couldn't have known how much her life would change, her priorities smoothly switching while she looked helplessly on. John had disappeared after that night, only to return two month later when Emily's arm was completely healed and strengthened by the physio she had to endure to rebuild her wasted muscles. Clearly he hadn't forgotten his promise to her.
He began by taking her to the park and talking to her, pulling out a tatty leather book which he referred to as his journal and began explaining in details about the supernatural world. What she would be facing, how she could kill them, what their weaknesses were. He handed her a large pile of paper where he had photocopied the journal for her and told her to study.
For a month afterwards he would randomly test her on different creatures until she felt as though the knowledge was engrained into her thought process. Once John had been happy that she knew how to kill he had began her physically training so she would be able to kill. It had taken a while first. Emily was by no way an athlete though she had a naturally slim build and he had been forced to build up her fitness first which had taken a few months. Emily had had to change her diet but soon enough she finally had the fitness level which meant she could keep up with most things.
She had been good with a sword showing a natural grace with it. Guns were iffier; it had taken a while for her to be able to shoot without flinching every time she pulled the trigger. She had a good aim and nine times out of then could produce a kill shot. The other time was often a miss.
Then there had been the hand to hand combat and it had quickly become clear that it was her Achilles heel. No matter how hard she trained and tried to focus she just couldn't. She would start off ok and then suddenly her brain would kick in and she would fuck up. It had continued with John becoming more and more impatient until he had reduced her to tears over it countless of time.
She had threatened to quit, glaring back at him through tears when he had reminded her for the hundredth time that Winchesters didn't quit. She had screamed at him that she wasn't a Winchester; she was a Milligan and run off.
By the time she returned he had calmed down and asked her to give it one more go as he had an idea on what he could do to make it work.
She had grudgingly agreed and found the new regime which he had based on speed to be much more to her liking. After that she had finally began making steady progress. She was by no mean an amazing Hunter, she wasn't even a natural Hunter but she was good enough that she could get the job done and survive encounters with her life still intact.
She certainly didn't like the training or the injuries and bruises she gained from it but she did find herself fascinated by the stories her father would tell her about his other life. She found out that there were hundreds of Hunters out there all working towards the same goal of keeping people safe. She learnt how he found out about the Supernatural though he never went into detail. He spoke about his life on the road moving town to town and most importantly to her he often spoke of Dean and Sam.
She lapped up the stories about them, storing them in her mind so she could think about it later. He didn't give much away but she did know for example that Dean was 11 years older then her and Adam while Sam was 8 years older. She knew they were extremely close and that both were clever though Dean hid his intelligence behind a mask of jokes and crude humour. She knew that Dean was a full time Hunter and that Sam was studying Prelaw at Stanford and most importantly she knew that they didn't know that she and Adam existed and that if John had his way they would never know.
She wasn't even sure if she wanted to meet them but it did hurt a bit that she wasn't even given the option of it. It was as though she and Adam were some dirty little secret to be kept hidden. Perhaps it would have pissed her off more if she didn't have Adam but she did. It had always just been the two of them looking after each other and surviving while their mother worked every second of every day to make enough money to provide for them. They fed themselves, they clothed themselves, they did everything by themselves and that was the way they like it.
Emily would do anything to keep Adam safe and away from the Supernatural crap she had been plunged unwillingly into. If keeping himself meant going along with not meeting Dean and Sam then Emily was willing to do it.
The last time John has visited them had been strange even for his standards. He had been quiet and constantly brooding and refused to train with her. Instead he had done something he had never done before. He had taken her out just the pair of them and had taken her to the mall. She stared at him in surprise as they walked in and he told her to buy whatever she wanted regardless of the cost. If she wanted it, he would get it for her. Emily had stared at him before a large smile had come to her face as she turned and hurried into the first shop. She had taken full advantage of the offer feeling as though he owed her this and had brought bags and bags of clothes, hair clips, make up. Things she had always desired but which her mother could never afford to give her.
He had taken her into a posh jewellery shop and had brought her a beautiful ring, a pair of white gold hoops she couldn't stop staring at and a long white gold chain. He even went as far as to buy her a watch stating that it would come in handy while she was hunting.
It had been the first time that Emily had felt as though they were a normal father and daughter doing what a normal father and daughter would do on a Saturday and it scared her. This was not normal John behaviour.
He had taken her to the local ice cream parlour and sat her in a booth by the window, a serious expression on his face as he watched her order a chocolate sundae and latte. Adam was due to meet them within the hour so they had had plenty of time to waste.
She had been half way through her sundae talking to him about her science project and how she had managed to mess it up when he blurted out he was proud of her. She had stopped speaking looking at him with a raised eyebrow as she wondered how her messing up her project could possible be a cause for someone to be proud but he had continued, the words rushing out of his mouth as though a damn had broken or as though he didn't have much time left.
He had told her how proud he was on how far she had come, that he couldn't have hoped for a braver daughter and that she reminded him of Dean and he knew she would be ok. Her mouth had fallen open and before she knew it, her hand was on the small flask of holy water she kept and she had thrown it at him. For a moment he had looked at her blankly, blinking as water dripped off his nose before he had suddenly started laughing.
The sound making her stare more. She had never known him to laugh in the two years she had known him.
She watched as he shook his head and forced a ring off of his right hand and held it out to her. Her eyes had dropped to it before she reached out hesitantly and took it off of him. He explained that the ring was his father's wedding ring and he wanted her to have it and wear it around her neck on the chain he had brought her. He told her never to take it off as it would give her protection due to the engravings he had added to it. If she was ever in trouble he went on she was to get in contact with Dean or Sam and show them the ring and they would help her.
Emily had nodded and done as she was asked; slipping the ring onto the chain and putting it around her neck before sliding the white gold ring he had gotten her on her right finger silently vowing not to take it off again.
They were silent after that simply staring at each other. There had been so much Emily had wanted to say. She had wanted to apologise for not trusting him at the beginning, to thank him for all he had done but she couldn't get passed the fact that it felt as though he was saying goodbye for good and the thought terrified her.
Had he found the demon he had been hunting? Surely he wasn't going to be going after it alone? Would he take Dean and Sam with him? She wanted to beg him to stay or to take her with him so she could watch his back but she remained mute. She had her own job to do; she had to keep her Mum and Adam safe. That was why he had trained her after all.
"Dad" she had eventually managed to say after swallowing several times "You'll be safe right? You'll come back to us?" she demanded, her hand reaching up and wrapping around the ring through her t-shirt. The ring still felt warm against her skin from where it had been on his finger.
"I'll try Emmy" he said, meeting her eyes for a moment before turning away, a smile coming to his face as Adam slipped into the seat beside her, pulling her into an one arm hug as he launched into a story about baseball practice.
That day had been the last time Emily had seen John Winchester. He was dead. She knew it, she just didn't have anyway of checking it. She could have tried to contact Dean and Sam but she had no idea what to say to them. She didn't know them and they didn't know her. It was safer to keep away from them.
Instead she had forced her sorrow away, locking it away in her mind and instead focusing on her studies and her friend and on Tom Collins. She graduated, started at the same University as Adam and was currently studying ancient history with the vague idea of becoming a history professor. Adam had laughed at that telling her she was wasting herself but she comforted herself in the knowledge that Adam could go on to do great things while she did what she did best. Protecting him.
Sometimes she was so angry that she couldn't bear it. Why did her father have to teach her all this stuff? She didn't want to know the best way to kill werewolves or ghouls. She didn't want to stare at every individual and wonder whether they were shapeshifters. She just wanted to be normal and study and have a relationship which actually lasted. She wanted to go to parties in the dorms instead of hunting vampires in dark warehouses like she was right now.
Emily shifted onto the balls of her feet, her hand gripping her weapon tighter as she watched Dylan move. Enough with the trip down memory lane, she had a job to do and she was going to do it. There was no way a stupidly strong vampire with a bad dress sense was going to kill her. She just wouldn't allow it.
"You're a lot smaller then the last Hunter I faced and a great deal prettier as well" Dylan suddenly said, a grin coming to her face which made her cringe. She was getting hit on by a vampire could her day get anymore creepy? "I like my victims to be just like you, all small and delicate, perhaps I'll change you instead of killing you and we could spend some time together" Emily wrinkled her nose, her previous thought being answered. Her day could definitely get creepier.
"You talk a lot more then the last vampire I decapitated" she said sweetly, tilting her head to the side "I believe you knew him didn't you?" she queried thoughtfully, a slight smile came to her face as she noticed the rage flaring his eyes.
Good! That had been exactly what plan D needed. She had found that rage tended to make her enemies sloppy and if they were sloppy then their strength didn't matter. This kill was hers now.
Emily blinked as 30 seconds to mars suddenly burst through the warehouse. Her eyes automatically flickered towards her bag. The only person she had assigned that ringtone to was Adam. Her twin was trying to get through to her. Now she really needed to finish it off before Adam freaked out.
She looked up just in time to see Dylan leap at her; she managed to twist out of the way, hissing lightly when he claws raked her forearm. Stupid rookie mistake there! She glanced at him watching as his eyes dilated as the smell of her fresh blood struck him.
She twisted so she was facing him and waited for him to leap at her again. This time she was ready for him. She took a step back as he leapt, holding out her machete last minute and watched in vague satisfaction when the idiot impaled himself on it. She gritted her teeth as her knees threatened to buckle under the additional weight before her foot suddenly struck out hitting him directly in the groin. She pulled out the sword as he hunch over and brought it down with all her strength over his exposed neck.
For a moment nothing happened and then a slick sound broke the silence as the head separated from his body thudding to the floor. Emily scanned the warehouse closely before suddenly sagging back as she realised she had done it. She bent over catching her breath, groaning as she realised that only did her head and arm hurt but also that her back was agony.
She winced forcing herself to straighten up. At least Freddie has been right when he had rang her earlier offering her the hunt. There had certainly only been one vampire.
Breathing out a sigh of relief Emily walked over to the bag which she had inherited from her father and pulled out the tin of gasoline and lighter she kept in there for these occasions. Her phone rang again but she ignored it, as much as she wanted to speak to her brother, to hear his voice and make sure he was ok she still had a job to finish. She poured the gasoline over the body and threw the lighter down watching as the body burned into a crisp before it turned to ash. She wrinkled her nose up against the smell or burning flesh and hair.
It was no wonder that she had turned vegetarian.
She went back to the bag and threw the flask and lighter back in, before kicking off her bloody jeans and top, quickly pulling on the spare pair she kept with her. She absently wrapped her hand around her father's ring and offered up a small prayer of thanks for watching over her before she finished dressing, redoing her hair so she looked like a normal person and not someone who had just killed and burned a vampire.
She lent down and picked up her bag heading out of the warehouse and into the cold breeze. She wrapped her coat around her tighter, wishing she had brought her scarf as she eyes the skies wearily. She didn't like the look of it.
Unlocking her car she opened the driver's door climbing in and dumping the bag on the passenger seat. She locked herself in and took a brief moment to close her eyes and rest her head against the back of her chair. She was seriously going to have to take some strong painkillers when she got in.
She forced her eyes open as her phone went off, the sound loud in the otherwise silent car. She sighed, opening the duffle bag, hunting around until she pulled her phone out in time to see the name Adam flash at her before the miscall sign came up.
She raised her eyebrow. Three miscalls from Adam and three voicemails all from within the last twenty minutes. Something big must have been going on for him to ring that many times in such a short space of time.
She typed in the number to retrieve her voicemail and pressed the call button, holding the phone to her ear as she waited to hear her brother's voice.
"Emmy are you ok? I haven't heard from you for a hour. I'm at the Ricky's diner on the corner of 5th, the one with the chocolate cheesecake you like. I need you to meet me here ASAP I've found two people who you have to meet. Call me when you get this ok? It's important like crazy important"
"Hellllllllllo Emmy where are you? Are you ok? Why haven't you called me back? You do remember what urgent means don't you? Call me"
"Emily Autumn Milligan why aren't you picking up your damn phone? What's wrong? Are you hurt? Are you in trouble? Damn it sis do you need me to come to you? Call me!"
Emily shook her head, her hand automatically scrolling to Adam's name in her contacts. Her brother must have been stressed to whip out her middle name. She pressed the call button unsurprised when it didn't even ring once before he picked up
"Emmy where are you? Are you ok? Why didn't you pick up? You always pick up I-"
"Breathe Adam" she remarked her voice gentle "I'm completely fine" she plugged in her hand free kit, sticking the earphone in her ear as she turned on the car, smiling at the healthy sound it made "I was in the middle of doing something and couldn't get my phone. Are you ok? Who are you with?" she questioned a suspicious note coming to her voice.
"I'm fine, we're still at Ricky's waiting for you. Can you come now?" his voice went extremely quiet forcing Emily to push the earphone in further so she could hear him "I think they are getting pissed off Emmy"
Emily remained silent. This was not what she needed right now.
"You there?"
"I'm here Adam" she said, reaching up and pinching the bridge of her nose "Look Adam I know you want-" she stopped when she realised that Adam was speaking to someone else
"Yeah sorry for the wait she's on her way to us now"
"Am I?" she said loudly to attract his attention "I don't remember agreeing to that" she stated flatly. The last thing she wanted to do was go and meet her brother and deal with the two random people. All she wanted was a hot shower before collapsing onto her bed and not moving until the evening.
"Emmy please" Adam said, his voice rising "For me"
Emily made a sound of annoyance slapping her hand on the steering wheel
"Fine" she said shortly "I'll be there in five, I'm driving at the moment but I'm warning you now Adam I'm not going to stay long" she hung up the phone without waiting for a reply throwing it into the duffle bag in annoyance. She really needed to learn how to say No to Adam, life would be so much easier if she did.
She parked her car in a space on the opposite side of the road and quickly grabbed her small bag from under the front seat, chucking her purse and phone in there. She glanced at her face in the mirror reapplying her lip gloss and gave a silence sigh of relief that the vampire hadn't managed to bruise her face. Trying to explain where the bruises came from was beginning to get difficult.
She got out the car and hurried across the road, pleased that nothing about her screamed Hunter. She walked into the diner, lifting her face up with a sigh of relief as she was struck by a wave of hot air and made her way slowly to the back, attracting the gaze of her friend Taylor who was the waitress. She mouthed the word coffee before waving at Adam who was facing her looking highly relieved that she was there.
"Here I am" she remarked sliding into the space next to him "Thanks Taylor" she remarked as the dark haired woman appeared by her side with a cup and much needed coffee. She opened her bag when Adam spoke
"I've got this, thanks Taylor" Emily glanced over at him surprised as he passed Taylor some money with a smile.
"Thanks" she said, she picked up the cup and blew at it raising her eyes to look at the two men opposite her. They were older then both her and Adam and looked as though they had faced a few battles. Both were attractive and both were staring at her with a look that was partly amazed, partly wary.
"Don't be mad with me ok?"
"Why would I be mad? What have you done?" Emily said staring at Adam, her eyebrow rising when he ignored her instead turning away addressing the two men.
"Well this is her, my twin sister Emily. Emmy these are… these are Sam and Dean Winchester. They are… well they are Dad's sons, our older brothers. Cool right?"
Author Note – I hope you enjoy! Chapter two will be up soon and even better is I know the general plot I want to do! Please review but no flames. Reviews make me smile and it is after all the first story I've done so please be gentle on me!
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Emily paused for a moment, tilting her head for a moment as she looked at Adam, calculating in her head how much she would miss him if she killed him right this second.
"Decapitation would be the best way" Dean suddenly said causing both Emily and Adam to look at him. He pointed at Emily with his fork "Quickest way to kill someone, I recognised the look on your face. Sam always looks at me like that when he thinks I've done something stupid-"
"So you'll no doubt be seeing it a lot then" Sam replied, a smile coming to his face as he sipped at his coke. Coughing when Dean jabbed him in the ribs
"Bitch"
"Jerk"