Hey all!
This is my second time publishing. The last story I wrote was a couple years ago. I'm not entirely proud of it, it's definitely not my best writing. But since I would like to improve my writing, I thought I would start another story and hopefully get lots of constructive feedback!
I've fallen in love with Supernatural thanks to tumblr, and thought I would be an interesting challenge to try and write a creative OC who has some dimensions. I know a lot of people aren't a fan of Originals and inserts, so I'm trying to work on a lot of character development. Let me know what you think of my insert. I've set this close to the middle of season five.
Any feedback is greatly appreciated! Love it? Hate it? Can I improve on something? I wanna know!
I don't remember the way every song goes. I can't recall every person I've met. I get names mixed up all the time, and I'm terrible with birthdays. But I can remember the day my life had completely changed forever. I know how dramatic that sounds; I'd like to stay away from the dramatics, but it's the truth. The day I closed the door on the comfy lifestyle I used to have, was the day the door to a completely new one opened.
"Jennifer Emily Elizabeth White!" Came the sharp yell from the floor beneath me. A deep sigh escaped my mouth as I ran a hand through the thick tangle of my hair, wondering if I should even bother answering. I knew I must have done something wrong again, and I'm sure it was going to be another long night of screaming.
My mother stood in the office area of the house, hands on her hips as she watched me enter the room tentatively. "Yes?" I looked into her eyes as I pushed up the thick framed glasses on my face. She turned slightly to reveal the computer sitting on the desk. I looked closer to see the browsing history was open.
'Great.' I sighed. "You promised you wouldn't anymore." My mother snapped when I didn't say anything. I was silent as my eyes scrolled down the page of history and then to the open tabs. She was in my email account. "Well?" She prompted. "I just wanted to know." I said quietly. "You don't need to."
"Why not?"
"Because it's not important."
I wanted to scream and shout and stamp my feet and tell her how completely stupid and unfair her reasoning was, but instead I just clenched my jaw and said nothing. "This needs to stop." She exhaled loudly through her nose. "But it's not fair. Most people have a dad, or at least know about them, why can't I?" It almost sounded like a whiney child begging their parent for junk food the grocery store.
"He left us! He left because of you!" The outburst was like a slap to the face. I could feel the sting of the words, and the break of my heart, and at the same time, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by anger. "So what are you saying? This is my fault, is that it?" The words fell out of my mouth before I had time to process what was happening. Mom stared back at me, clearly surprised at the sudden demand. "No." She said, running a hand over her face, in an attempt to remain calm.
We were both silent for a few moments before she spoke up again, "I don't want you talking with Sam and Dean anymore." My heart started to pound rapidly in my chest at the thought of not speaking to the two men I considered brothers. "But they're family," I started. Mom held her hand up to stop me. "I read the emails, Jen; I know you want to learn more about hunting."
I clenched my jaw and held my tongue once more, and the room descended into silence. "I don't want you hunting. You have a good future ahead of you."
"Fine." I snapped, turning on my heel and heading back upstairs to my room.
I sat on the edge of my bed, cradling my head in my hands. Saying I was frustrated was the understatement of the century. I've spent my entire life not knowing who my father was. Mom refused to talk about him. She changed the subject when I brought it up, and got angry with me when I tried to find information on him. The only thing I had from him was the silver sword pendant around my neck. There was something about it that I just couldn't put my finger on. I wanted to know more.
I couldn't talk to mom about it; she refused to bring up her days as a hunter, she wouldn't even acknowledge that she ever used to be one, so I sought out help from Sam and Dean. So far they had come up with nothing, but they were the only people willing to help me find answers.
I looked over at the pile of college acceptance letters on my desk, and then longingly at the cameras that sat on their designated shelf. A loud exhale escaped through my nose. I had worked this hard to achieve my goals and aspirations, what would be one more year? Just one year, I thought. One year to try and find the answers.
