Louisa Eveline McKay had only been six months old when Bobby Singer had taken her in. Bobby had known Louisa's mother, he'd known that her mother was just a kid herself when Louisa was born. Louisa's mother had informed Bobby that she couldn't take care of her daughter, and given that Bobby was the only person she trusted, wanted him to raise her baby. Bobby tried turning down the offer, saying that Louisa would be exposed to a part of the world that no-one, especially a child, should be exposed to, but she wouldn't listen.
She handed Bobby a note she'd written, allowing him the opportunity to read it over.
"Please, Bobby," she pleaded. "I can't raise her. I can't."
Bobby had read and reread the letter before he grudgingly agreed.
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Bobby raised Louisa as if she were his own daughter for nineteen years. She was an intelligent young girl, and Bobby couldn't help but feel some pride in how well she could adapt to whatever situations were thrown her way. Despite the guilt Bobby felt in having to let Louisa grow up learning the darker side of the world―the supernatural part―he had to give her credit, she was willing to do what she could to help.
In the nineteen years since Bobby had started taking care of Louisa, he'd tried seeing what would happen if he started talking about her birth mother, but each time, even from an early age, Louisa showed no interest in the subject.
"She abandoned me," Louisa had said one year. "I don't want to know her. She hasn't written a single letter or called or even visited! I don't need her."
Eventually, any mentioning of Louisa's birth mother had come to a stop. She'd made it crystal clear she didn't want to know her, and Bobby wouldn't force the subject any longer. But in regards to her birth father, Bobby knew that he needed to tell her about him. And soon, from the looks of it. Bobby didn't care if Louisa didn't want to know who her real father was, she had to know.
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A knock on the front door made Louisa unconsciously groan. She'd been catching up on some of her studies―Bobby made sure she had enough of an "ordinary" education to go along with learning about the supernatural―and she had finally gotten herself to focus. Shuffling over to the front door, she called out to Bobby she'd answer it before swinging the front door open, greeted with Dean's face.
"Oh, it's just you." A playfulness laced Louisa's voice.
"That's funny, sweetheart," he muttered, patting her shoulder as he walked in.
"Bobby's a bit busy right now," Louisa said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Was it something important?"
Dean thought it over before shrugging. "More of...I need his advice on something," he sighed.
Louisa nodded wordlessly. She knew how close Bobby was to Dean's family, especially Dean. Louisa was well acquainted with the Winchesters, more so Dean and his father, John, than Sam, Dean's younger brother. It hadn't been that long ago that Sam decided hunting wasn't his thing anymore―though he'd been hinting at it for a while―and decided to put it all behind him for a "normal" life. The "apple pie life", as Dean graciously calls it. It saddened Louisa a little, knowing Sam was just willing to throw that part of his life away, but she knew that it was an important decision for him.
Humming thoughtfully, Louisa ran a hand through her red hair. "I'll go check to see if Bobby's finishing up," she offered. "He's gotta be close to finishing by now."
"Nah," Dean said, shrugging. "I probably came at a bad time, I'll come again later."
"Oh, quit it." Louisa rolled her eye at that. "He'll be thrilled to see you."
"Louie, you're the best."
"I know," she replied, smirking. Louisa could faintly hear Dean chuckle as she made her way into the room Bobby was in. He'd been spending most of the early morning and afternoon helping other hunters with their cases, giving them information and whatever else he could scrape up. Seeing Bobby in the kitchen, his face buried in his face, Louisa couldn't help the frown that spread across her face. Bobby was the closest thing to a family Louisa would ever get, and seeing him get stressed made her feel a little worried for him. "Hey, old man," she said, getting his attention, "Dean's here to see you."
He let out a sigh. "What'd he want?" he grumbled.
Louisa shrugged. "He wants to see you, that's all he said."
Nodding, Bobby let out a sigh. He patted Louisa's shoulder on his way out of the kitchen. "Finish your studying," he muttered.
"I know," she chuckled. "I'll see you in a little bit."
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Louisa could faintly hear Dean and Bobby talking, despite them being a couple rooms down from where she was. That was something Louisa discovered at a young age―she could faintly, no matter how quietly the discussion was, hear what people were saying. She couldn't hear enough to understand what was being said, but she could hear their voices. And they were talking quietly.
Letting out a quiet sigh, Louisa leaned back in her seat and looked at the book in front of her. She couldn't concentrate. She just got it before Dean's arrival, now it had ran off. Standing up, Louisa unconsciously twirled a few strands of her red hair between her thumb and forefinger. It was a habit she didn't really know she did. She was starting to feel restless, almost anxious. When Bobby's and Dean's voices stopped, Louisa turned her head slightly. The front door opened and closed.
"Dean left?" she called, popping her head out of the doorway.
"Thought you were studying," Bobby responded.
"I got distracted."
"Well quit getting yourself all messed up and finish your work." Bobby's voice sounded almost like a father scolding his child. Louisa pouted, even though she knew he couldn't see. "That damn idjit said bye."
Louisa couldn't help but smile at that.
(A/N):
Heya! Sorry for the delay, but here's the first chapter of the story. Let me know if I got any of the characters wrong and I'll try and fix them to the best of my abilities.
I own nothing in the SPN fandom. All I own are my characters and the shoes on my feet.
For any confusion on Louisa McKay: she's the foster daughter of Bobby; she's well acquainted with the Winchesters (at least to an extent, there's still things about them she doesn't know); Louisa's mother had been somewhere in her teens when she got pregnant; Louisa's birth father is, at the moment, unknown; she wants nothing to do with her birth parents; even though she's nineteen, Louisa's still trying to get a decent enough education on the more "normal" side of life (Bobby wants her to, she's indifferent on the matter); Bobby knew Louisa's birth mother. I don't know if that clears anything up, but hopefully it got a few questions out of the way.
If you've got any constructive criticism, go ahead and let me know. That's important, right?
Let me know if there's anything I can improve on.
Many blessings,
Indigo Callahan