The
Past Is In The Past Jenn
POV
If this teacher doesn't shut up within the next 5 minutes, I'm getting up from this uncomfortable chair, and ramming my pencil deep within her jugular. All she does is ramble on and on and on about how great of a writer Edgar Allen Poe was. If I didn't already know that? Who hasn't read the poem The Raven? I love the guy, he was a genius, but this woman talks like she's having a constant orgasm over him! He was born January 19, 1809 in Boston with his mother but she croaked in 1811. I know he married his cousin in May of 1836, which is gross because when I think about my cousin Trace…that would just be awkward. Anyway, the dude croaked 'mysteriously' 2 years after his wife on Sunday, October 7th, 1849. My guess? Something Supernatural obviously! If you ask me how I know this? Sit here in my English class and she could tell you his life story as if she sat with him everyday and knew his every thought and every emotion. But I'd rather talk a little about myself than this annoying teacher, as cocky as that might sound; I get it from my uncle.
You see, my life isn't exactly 'normal'. It's more along the lines of what you call a dysfunctional family or an abnormal family but that's just the way we like it. People with apple pie lives are just too predictable and to boring. It's like there this written fairy tale that never got published. Either way, it's lame and I like my life the chaotic mess it is. I'm sort of a cross between my dad and my uncle. I'm a little rebellious at most times and I like to think I can get away with anything. Again, thank you uncle Dean. I'm a bit of a shit disturber who loves to pull the odd prank. My dad doesn't like it but he can't say much due to the fact that I get good grades in school. Thank you dad for being a smarty pants. My dad is this scholar who attended Stanford University to pursue a career as a lawyer. He was doing great up until that blew up in his face and his girlfriend Jessica was killed by this evil demon thing. His names Sam Winchester and I swear he's a direct descendant of Sasquatch. Were really tight and I love him, even though he tends to take his past Stanford thing and make me work my butt of in school. He's the complete opposite from my Uncle Dean. Ahh, my uncle Dean. He's the coolest guy I know, besides my dad. He was never the one to attend school and instead of trying to tell you he has, he simply rephrases the lines of Schoolhouse Rock. He's the one I learnt my cockiness from and all my smart ass remarks that my dad doesn't take to kindly of. Last but not least, the bell of the ball, my cousin Trace. He's just like my uncle Dean in everyway but hotter. You see, I had an Aunt who's name was Claire. She was killed by the YED and my dad and uncle took up hunting again after she left Trace behind. We took him in and the two of us have been tighter ever since. He's the one that's currently sitting behind me laughing at me because he can see the way I'm all tensed up and tapping my pencil just waiting for this teacher to shut up. My eyes are glaring down the clock and I'm just waiting for that dismissal bell to go. 5 minutes left. I can do it…I can do it…come on, shut up!
"What's wrong Jenn? You seem a little antsy." Trace said mockingly with that stupid grin on his face. His green eyes shining from the lighting in the room that would have a vampire scream in pain if he took a step in. The teacher believed that poor lighting while reading made you loose effect. If you're reading a dark book and the room is darker, it only adds to the mood, and yet here she is rambling on about Poe and blaring the lights like it's out of style. I just grinned and turned back to my cousin who had half of his face covered under his blonde shag. The light illuminated his silver lip ring as he threw me that devious grin. I shook my head and shoved his book off his desk. It fell to the floor with a thud and the teacher gasped like she just witnessed a murder. Here we go…
"Trace Winchester! How dare you throw down one of the most beloved books of poetry ever written by the greatest poet of that time, like a piece of dirt!" The teacher snapped glaring at him. I just laughed a little and looked at him.
"Yeah Trace, you should be ashamed of yourself!" I mocked with the biggest smile on my face. The class laughed and he just dropped his jaw.
"You should take example from your dear cousin Jennifer here because she loves and respects Edgar...Allen…Poe with respect!" She said his name like a phony actress which only made me want to piss my pants laughing.
"I'm so sorry Ms. Stein, I didn't mean-"
"No excuses!" She cut him off. "I'm letting you off with a warning, but next time, its detention!" She turned around swiftly and her long floral pattern skirt flowed with her as her short grey hair and stalky eyes turned away from him. He threw me a playful punch on the shoulder for the little charade but I couldn't erase the smile that cracked my face. Then I heard it…the most beautiful sound of my life, the sound of the school bell ringing to end the day into a long weekend. I booked it out of my seat and into the crowded hallway with Trace right behind me. We cut through the crowd like a butter knife to butter…okay that was gay. We got through the crowd and headed to the first floor to our locker. We shared one since it was just so much more convenient that way. We grabbed our jackets and bags before I grabbed my deck and we headed out that front door faster than you could say 'Christo'. Trace ran over to the bike rack to grab his bike and I just threw my skateboard down and started skating. We cut through the back field and down through the little streets heading towards home. We didn't live that far from the school. My dad and uncle got a small place on its own quiet block. They were trying to live a normal life away from hunting for a little while, they were really shaken up by their sister's death and that got them hunting again. But they stopped again since Trace and I kept getting hurt, they didn't want to loose us too. We rounded the corner to our block and raced to the drive way. I quickly got off my deck, popped it up and started to run with it. Trace came whipping past me on his bike and I just shoved him over and he fell on the front lawn hard. I laughed as I ran up the steps and went running into the house. I threw my stuff down and Trace came tearing in after me. I ran to the living room but was tackled down and tickled to death. I screamed and laughed hysterically as he sat atop of me tickling my brains out.
"TRACE! GET OFF! Please…stop! Trace stop!" I couldn't control my laughter and I heard my dad and my uncle Dean come booking it downstairs. They stopped when they saw the two of us and they shook there heads.
"Hey, next time when he's trying to kill you, could you die quietly?" My dad asked with that joking tone. I stopped and eyed him as I gave him my shocked face.
"HA! Even your dad doesn't want me to stop! Whatchya gonna do about it?" He asked still tickling me. I just stopped moving completely and his tickling subsided. It came to a complete stop and he just sort of looked at me. He poked me a few times and bent close to my face, poking at my cheek. "Uh…uncle Dean. Could you get the garbage bags…I have to hide the evidence…" I heard my uncle and dad laugh and he slowly got up. He stepped back and I swung my leg around and sent him hurling to the ground with a thud. I got up quickly and tore off only to be grabbed by my dad. He scooped me up in his arms and hung me upside down.
"I think your done kiddo." He swung me up and held me in his arms and I just hugged him. "Now get upstairs and do your homework." He put me down and threw me his smile. The same one I inherited off of him with those puppy dog eyes that can get me out of anything. It's like my get out of jail free card that I can use at any given time. I sighed not even bothering as I took my bag and started to head upstairs. My uncle Dean just scruffed up my hair with a grin and I just shook my head annoyed. Trace followed me up the stairs and right into my room. I closed the door and sat on my comfortable computer chair. I loved my room. It represented me in everyway. When you walk in, you see this huge sliding glass door on the other side. It has a walk on balcony which I love to spend my nights sitting in my little swing chair letting the cool breeze take away all my worries. My beds to the right and I have posters up of the Dallas Cowboys and some hockey ones too. I have a few shelves on the wall but there of my old skateboard decks. The walls are blue and I have one who side of the wall dedicated to all my pictures. There's ones of me and my dad together, ones of me and Trace being goofballs and me with my uncle Dean. Then there is my favorite one; the one of all of us together outside of our old house in the backyard. Were all laughing and smiling and our family just looks normal. Right next to it is a picture of me and my best friend Dakota Miles. That would be my other favorite. Dakota is your average chick. She's like me in everyway, except I find her cooler. We skateboard together, and she goes to most of my hockey games as I go to her basketball games. She's just the coolest person I know and I love talking to her. But every time she's over, Trace acts a little weird to say the least. That's probably because he's been crushing on her ever since he met her in grade 4. I don't know, I guess he's just into her because of the way she is. I sighed looking over at Trace who was currently occupying my bed all sprawled out. I smiled as I glanced at my bag rolling my eyes. I had a lot of homework and I was about to be annoyed to wits end.
Sam POV
Once I watched my daughter and nephew waltz upstairs looking overly excited over their homework, I turned my attention back to my brother. He too was overly excited because he thinks he might have found a hunt. We've talked about it time and time again that we were not going to continue hunting. I've lost too much to hunting and I wasn't about to loose my daughter or nephew or hell even my brother either! I lost too many people, there was Jessica, there was my mom, my dad and my sister, and then there was my wife Katie. Maybe I should let you guys in on what happened to her. She was a hunter too. We were together for 2 years before we had Jenn. She loved the name Jennifer since it was the name of her mother who died from cancer. Anyway, Bobby called us and said that he needed us for a case. I remember it so vividly like it happened yesterday.
"Bobby,
we can't. We have no one to take care of Jenn. We can't just go
running off hunting and leave her behind." Katie said as she paced
the living room talking to Bobby. She looked over at Jenn who was
curled up right next to me sleeping with her thumb in her mouth. "Just get Sam to stay home and watch her, I could use Dean on this
hunt too. I really need you guys on this. You know this area better
than any of us. Please Katie, there's a little kid in trouble."
Katie's facial reaction changed. She looked over at our daughter
like she was imagining if it was her out there. She nodded slightly
before agreeing to go. I just remember the look she gave me as she
explained the situation. I was hesitant but I let her go anyway. She
kissed Jenn on the cheek before wrapping her arms around me kissing
me softly. I loved the feeling of her lips pressed against mine. I
put my hand on her soft cheek and caressed her face as I kissed her
back. She pulled away and looked up at me with her amazing blue
eyes. "Don't worry baby. I'll be back soon alright. I
promise." She smiled that warm smile and I kissed her one last
time. I watched her leave and I walked over to the couch and curled
up with my daughter as I slowly drifted off to sleep. When I woke up
the next morning, my life changed forever with that phone call. I
raced over and picked it up hoping it was Katie that was calling to
tell me that she arrived safe and everything was okay, but it wasn't.
Instead it was my brother calling from the hospital. My heart skipped
a beat as I read the caller ID. "Sam. It's me. Look, I'm
at the hospital, things went really really bad yesterday." My heart
stopped. "How bad Dean!? Is everyone alright?!" I asked
now panicked and worried sick that I might just drop dead of a heart
attack. "That's just the thing Sam…It's Katie. She's
in critical condition…she might not make it Sam. I'm sorry." He
said quietly. I didn't answer. I just stood there starring blankly
at the photo of the three of us that always sits by the phone. Tears
started to form in my eyes and the world around me started to
dissolve. "I'll be there soon…" Was all I managed to say
before I hung up the phone. I walked over to my daughter like death
and scooped her up. I just started to cry and she put her little
hands on my cheeks. "Daddy. Why are you crying? It's
okay daddy, mommy will come home soon, don't cry daddy." Her
little voice said in a little cooed voice as she wiped away a tear
that was streaming down my cheek. I held her close and just rocked
her back and forth as she rested her little head on my shoulder. I
grabbed my jacket and car keys and drove towards the hospital. When I
arrived, both Bobby and Dean were sitting in the waiting room right
next to my sister Claire and little Trace. I put Jenn down and Trace
walked up to her and gave her a huge hug. He's a year older than
her and a lot taller. He's always looked out for her even when he
was that young. Bobby, Dean and Claire got up and approached me. "I wanna see her!" I snapped. I needed to see my wife and I
needed to tell her how much I loved her. I couldn't let her go and
I wouldn't let them take her away from me. "Sam, you're
going to need to calm down." Claire tried to calm me down but it
wasn't working. I was in hysterics and I just wanted to see my
wife. "NO! I wanna see Katie and I wanna see her now!" I
shoved past her and toward the doors for the ER. The doctor walked
out with a hospital security guard right beside him. "Look
sir, were trying everything that we can. You're going to need to
just sit down and relax." He tried to walk me over to the chair but
I wouldn't move. "No. I need to see her Doc you don't
understand! Please, I need to see my wife." I pleaded. A nurse came
running from the room and toward the doctor. "Dr. Malcolm
we need you!" He looked at me one last time before turning his back
on me and darting back to the room. "NO!" I screamed
and I tried to head toward the door but the security officer
restrained me. "Sir, you're going to need to calm
down…" "I'm so sorry. She didn't make it."
"Sam? Sam! Sammy, are you alright? Sam answer me!"
I sat in the chair with him right there beside me to
keep an eye on me just to make sure I didn't go all haywire. I
could feel the eyes of everyone peeling at me. Jenn was crying from
my outburst and Dean was trying to comfort her but she wound up in
the arms of Claire. I took my daughter and cradled her, kissing the
top of her head as I cried too. 2 hours after the doc was called back
in, he walked out of the ER and started to approach me removing his
little surgical hat. He looked me in the eye and I knew.
"What?!" I snapped not intending too.
"Look Sam, we need to go on this hunt. Its small fry and you need to get out of the house."
"I get out of the house!" I defended.
"You do? Yeah to take Jenn to hockey or to take out the trash. You're like a freakin hermit Sam and it's no good for you. You need to get out more, go to bars or something, and pick up some chicks…" I snapped a look at him and his grin faded. "Alright, so maybe not the last one but come on Sammy. This little hunt isn't going to harm anyone…plus we haven't been on one in a while."
"Yeah Dean and there's a reason for that! You think I'm going out hunting ever again after everyone that we lost? No Dean, I can't do it and I won't! No more hunts, not now, not ever!" I turned around quickly and headed for the kitchen as my brother sighed annoyed and frustrated as he followed.
"Sam, seriously."
"No Dean. I mean it. If you think that I'm going to go off hunting and have Jenn and Trace at risk, you're wrong! I'm through with hunting! It's done Dean and I never want to go back to it again."
"So what? You're just going to sit here and play the stay at home dad who lives this normal apple pie life and does nothing but read books and scolds his daughter for not doing her homework? Come on Sam, that's not you. Our life isn't normal and it can never be normal. You and I both know that."
"Look Dean, just drop it alright! If you're so eager, why don't you go on it with Bobby then?" I bit my lip. I knew I shouldn't have said that. I really didn't want my brother to go out and get himself killed to. Dean just sighed and rolled his eyes grabbing his jacket and his car keys to his 67 Impala.
"Fine." He stated simply before he walked out quickly, slamming the door behind him. I sighed looking out the window as I watched him tear out of the driveway. He wasn't going on the hunt. He was probably just going to the bar or something the way he always does. I looked down as I walked into the living room. I reached over and grabbed the book I was reading, glancing over at the picture of Katie and I. I let my smile fade a little before I opened my book and began to read yet again.
Trace POV
God damn. My cousin has the most comfortable bed in this whole house. Her blue, red, and black plaid duvet is the most comfortable thing ever. Every time I lay on this bed, it's like I'm sleeping on cloud 9. As queer as that might sound, it's so true. I closed my eyes as I brought my hands behind my head and just laid there thinking. I glanced over at the wall of Jenns pictures with a grin on my face. I laughed at the one of her and I together. Were in the middle of these woods where our little hang out is and I have her in a headlock with the biggest grin on my face. She's looking up at the camera with her eyes closed and the biggest cheesiest smile on her face ever. It always made me laugh. I looked over at her and she was just logging into MSN.
"Daddy isn't going to be too impressed when he sees you on that instead of you doing your homework." I teased and she just looked at me.
"Oh yeah? Well he's not going to be too impressed when he sees you having a wet dream about Brad Pitt." I dropped my jaw and whipped a pillow at her. It smoked her in the side of the head and we just laughed.
"How did you know?!" I asked shocked in a sarcastic tone.
"Please, if you AREN'T loud enough at night. I'm just surprised they haven't heard you!"
"Yeah well, I'm good like that."
"Mmhm…sure buddaaay." She shook her head and turned her attention back to the computer screen. "So, you wanna head down to the skate park tonight at 7. Dakota is gonna be there with the rest of the crew." She said in that stupid singy songy voice. Dakota's gonna be there? That put a smile on my face. Dakota is Jenn's best friend and well…I'm sort of into her. I've known her for a long time and…she basically lives here since she's been over almost everyday. She wasn't in school today which means that she probably had 'more important' things to do, as she would rephrase. She hated school but she usually only went cause she has every class with Jenn. I have 2 classes with them. Film and Drama. 1st period and last period. Jenn knows that I like her and she's cool like that. That's why I love my cousin, she's so laid back and she could care less if happen to like the only chick she actually communicates to in the school. Well, she has some girl friends but that's only because she's known them for a while. She never talks to them or hangs out with them, it's just the casual hi in the hallway and that's it. The only other chick she talks too is this girl named Clarrisa. The girls hate her but she constantly follows them around everywhere and she loves to hit on me. The thing is, she's a nice girl, but she's the biggest slut. She has a little vendetta against Dakota for that one reason but Dakota could care less. Another reason why I liked her so much, she was so down to earth and she spoke her mind when it needed to be heard. I was so absorbed in my thoughts of Dakota that I didn't hear my cousin ask me again. It was only until I felt the pillow smoke my face that I actually snapped out of it.
"YO! Trace you dinkis! Are you coming or what?" She asked, the whole chair now turned and facing me.
"Yeah, yeah man. I'm down. Damn, you threw that thing hard."
"It's a pillow T, not a freakin' cinder block!" She laughed. "Stop being such a wuss." We laughed until we heard a little bit of yelling going on downstairs.
"Oh great, it looks like Brangelina are fighting again."
"Try Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde." She said annoyed as she got up from her seat. The two of us walked to the top of the stairs and heard Sam yelling about hunting. The two of us exchanged glances before we heard the front door slam. We both jolted back a bit from the slam of the door. I looked back and saw Jenn look down and turn around heading back to her room. It bothered her. She knew how much Dean loved hunting and ever since she got hurt not to far back, Sam put a halt on hunting and blamed it on the fact of everyone we lost. I headed down the stairs and into the living room where I saw my uncle curled up to a book.
"Everything alright Mr. Hyde?" I asked a little jokingly. He didn't look up from his book and that made me look down.
"Yeah. Just your uncle Dean wanting to hunt. Nothing to worry about…aren't you suppose to be doing your homework Trace?" He asked trying to change the subject, which is what he usually did when he didn't want to talk about something. His eyes finally met mine and I nodded slowly.
"Yeah, I'm sorry." I got up from the chair and headed toward the kitchen. I grabbed 2 cokes from the fridge and the box of cookies before heading back upstairs. I walked into Jenns room closing the door as I threw the cookies on the bed and handed her the cold coke. She took it thankfully as she popped it open. The crisp crackling sound of the fizz bubbles racing to escape through the hole at the top rang out as the little gas bubbles tickled her nose making her sneeze. She nearly dumped the coke all over her and I burst out laughing making some coke come out my nose. She looked at me and we started to burst out laughing.
"You're such a dork Jenn!" I said in between the laughs as I wiped the coke from my face with my sleeve. We were having a good laughing fit until I heard the song headstrong start ringing out from my pocket. I shook my head taking out my phone as I slowly rose to my feet. I flipped open my phone not even looking at the caller ID as I answered.
"Hello?" I asked trying to keep my laugh down. The phone was all staticy and there was too much of it that I could barely hear.
"Trace? Trace honey is that you?" No way.
"Mom?" was all I could say before the line dropped out.