Hello everyone! Welcome to my new story! This is my first foray into Supernatural fanfiction. I've only recently started watching the show ( I just finished the season 4 episode Yellow Fever, so funny!), so I decided an AU would probably be best so I don't mess up any details lol. Anyways, please tell me what you guys think, and if you'd like to read more!
I do not own anything Supernatural related.
The car rumbled softly underneath her as she navigated it carefully down the worn streets, squinting at the street signs as she passed them. It was still hard to believe she was here, along with all her meager worldly possessions, in this dinky one horse town. It wasn't her fault she was so emotionally messed up that her dear mother felt she had to spend an entire summer with her aunt and uncle in the middle of fucking nowhere. Blame it on her alcoholic, often absent father. Blame it on her mentally abusive ex boyfriend. Blame on her perfectionist mother. At any rate, she'd had enough crap pile up in the last few years that she definitely did not deserve this torture.
"From the grand streets of Chicago to this little shithole, huh handsome," she patted the dash of her 72 mustang. "Looks like we're in for a very long summer."
It wasn't that she didn't like her aunt and uncle. Despite having an alcoholic asshole for a father, his brother had turned out quite well. His wife, her aunt, was a bit of a worrywart, but nice nonetheless. And their kids were sweet. But a whole damn summer with them worrying and fussing over her was so not what December Rae Harwood needed right now.
"Ah, here it is, handsome," she turned down onto Orchard Street. The car rumbled quietly as it always did, the sound soothing her nerves. Damn, but was she ever dreading this.
It only took her a minute to arrive at number 75, a pretty white house with a clean green trim and a white picket fence. December Rae snorted. Of course. The nice people got the nice houses. It made her run down bungalow she shared with her mother look like a dump.
She had barely made it out of the car before the front door to the house opened, and a petite middle aged woman rushed out.
"December Rae, as I live and breathe!" her Aunt Kerry practically flew down the sidewalk, wasting no time in enveloping her in a bone crushing hug. "It's so good to see you, honey!"
December Rae patted her aunt's back awkwardly, desperately trying to suck in a breath. "Hi, Aunt Kerry."
"You look a bit peaky dear," Aunt Kerry pulled away, her blue eyes sweeping up and down December Rae's body. "Have you been eating properly?"
"I'm fine," December Rae rolled her eyes. The worrying was already starting. "Where are the girls?" she asked, trying to move the conversation away from herself.
"Sophie is at work, she recently got her first job down at the supermarket," Aunt Kerry practically beamed. "Lily and Maddie are at the babysitters, I was so busy with preparing for your arrival today I wanted them out of my hair. Actually, I should go pick them up soon…"
"Oh let me," December Rae said quickly, desperately trying to prolong having to deal with her aunt's worrying. "I need to stretch my legs after driving so far. Point me in the right direction and I'll go."
"Are you sure?" her aunt frowned. "You must be tired-"
"No, I'm good," December Rae cut her off. "So, where am I going?"
The babysitter's house was the same pretty white house as her aunt's, with blue trim instead of green. December Rae snorted. Did everyone in the damn town live like fucking Beaver Cleaver? She was going to stick out like a sore thumb here. Everyone probably lived their beautiful apple pie life without any real world problems, any idea of what real hardships were. She bet that not even one of these corn fed, small town, backwoods bimbos even knew half of what she'd been through. Small towns, ugh.
She was too busy staring at the white picket perfection and grumping to herself she didn't notice that she was no longer alone.
"You know, if you stare like that any longer, you're face is gonna get stuck like that."
December Rae nearly jumped 3 feet in the air. Standing slightly to her right was a man maybe a few years older then her, a stack of books in hand and a slightly amused expression on his face. He was tall, very tall, and really quite good looking, if you liked tall, muscled men with brown eyes and slightly too long hair. Not really her type, but she could appreciate.
"Sorry, lost in my own thoughts," she finally said, eying the man warily. "Do you, uh, live here?"
"Sort of," the man replied, shifting his books so that his right hand was free. "My name is Sam. Sam Winchester." He stuck his hand out. "You new in town?"
December Rae shook his hand hesitantly. She usually didn't like strangers, but this man had something about him she couldn't help but trust. "December Rae Harwood. I just moved here for the summer, with my aunt and uncle."
"Cool, I'm here for the summer too," Sam gave her a mega watt smile, complete with dimples. "On break from school. I go to Stanford. Pre Law. This is my mother's house."
December Rae raised an eyebrow. This guy was a talker. "So, uh, your mother is a babysitter then?"
"Yeah, home daycare," Sam gave another blinding smile. "Are you here to pick someone up?"
"My cousins," December Rae nodded. "Lily and Maddie Davies."
"Oh, your aunt and uncle are Kerry and Devon Davies then!" Seriously, did this guy ever stop smiling? "Seriously cool people. My brother Dean works for your uncle at the garage. Never has a bad word to say about the man. Hey, are you busy later? A bunch of us, well me and my friends are getting together at the local bar later, and since you're new, maybe you'd like to join us?"
December Rae blinked. "Wow. You move through conversation fast."
Sam laughed, a deeply pleasant sound. "Yeah, sorry. Dean is always saying I could kill someone with just talking."
"He made be right," December Rae couldn't help but crack a small smile. This man was like a big overgrown puppy. She decided she liked him. "I might be able to hang out later, if I can have my cousins back first."
"Oh right," Sam laughed again, surprising her by taking her arm gently. "Come on then, they're inside."
It turned out that inside of the house was even more pretty then the outside, and the babysitter, or Mrs Mary Winchester, was as sweet and southern as they come. December Rae had never been hugged and touched so much in her life. Her father had always either been too drunk or in jail, and her mother believed that hugs were only for small children. It made her weirdly uncomfortable and sort of warm at the same time.
"December Rae said she was thinking of coming out with me and the gang later," Sam told his mom as she helped the little girls into their jackets. "Think she can handle us?"
"Oh honey, you and your boys are not as scary as you'd like to think," Mary shook her head, laughing. "Now, sweetie, it's their cousin Meg you gotta watch out for. That girls a pistol and very protective of her boys."
"Her barks worse than her bite," Sam whispered to her, and she couldn't help but crack a small smile again.
"I like Meg," Lily piped up, grabbing her cousins hand and motioning for her sister to do the same. "She calls us unicorns. Can we go home now, Decey?"
"Sure thing, kid," December Rae nodded. "I uh, guess I'll see you later then, Sam?" She looked uncertainly up at the tall man, a part of her wondering why she was even remotely considering hanging out with him and his friends.
"Ellen's Roadhouse, 9pm sharp," Sam winked at her. "Its on the main road, you can't miss it."
"Okay, well, I'll see you then," December Rae said. "Come on, girls. Lets go."
They were halfway down the driveway before she heard Sam calling her name. She turned around, seeing him leaning in the doorway with a smile on his face.
"Welcome to Lawrence, December Rae Harwood," he called. "I sure hope you have a good summer here."
"Thanks," she called back, squinting her eyes against the setting sun. She turned back around, setting off again with the two girls chatting happily away beside her. Despite herself, despite her horrid life she was immersed in and her bleak outlook, she couldn't help but allow herself a small smile.
This summer may not be as bad as she thought it was going to be.
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