When you're gone who remembers your name? Who keeps your flame? Who tells your story?" —Burr, "Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story"
Whitney's Point of View
I sighed, looking out the window as my Uncle drove through the rainy state of Washington. It had been twenty-four hours since I had helped him bury the shreds of my father and he had stated that it was pointless for me to continue to live on the road with him. It was a promise that I would be protected for the rest of my life from the monsters that I had spent the last five years that I have lived in it. My dad had wanted me to keep an eye on my Uncle Sam, while having Uncle Sam keeping me safe and continuing my hunting training until I was eighteen. Then I was allowed to decide on leaving hunting or continuing it professionally, being dropped off in the middle of nowhere Indian Reservation was not the plan that I had.
"Don't worry Whitney, this is the best for us. Nothing that seems like it can hurt you here. Once I've killed Lilith and got Dean back from hell we'll come back for you." He replied, "I can't keep you safe and do what I have to do." It was the first time that I saw him sober in the past twenty-four hours, he was taking the death of my father worse than what I thought. I only felt numbness, a demon could stab me in the heart right now and I wouldn't care any less.
"I'm just saying that I could help," I replied, looking at him. I had realized that I barely resembled my father's side of the family, but it was enough to tell that I was related. Most people thought my father and Uncle were younger than what they were, and confused me for a half-sister or a younger cousin. My skin was lightly tan like my mother's Native American Heritage, I had my Uncle Sam's eyes, my father's hair color from what I knew. "I'm a really good hunter Sam, I've proved myself numerous times before you even came back and continued to after you came back. I don't see why I need to hide away in some small town until you decide that you shouldn't be alone."
He never stated anything, only driving until we had reached the sign stating the home that I would reside in for what seemed as forever. La Push, Washington where my Aunt Tiffany lived with her son, Embry Call. When my mother had died, they hadn't had the money to let me live with them, calling my father three days after they had turned me into the state. Dean Winchester had dropped in a middle of a hunt leaving my Grandpa in Nebraska while he drove to Washington to get me. I had been living a hunter's life ever since, slowly going into the life of actually hunting and not staying at the hotel in the past few years. I had been full-time hunting for six months and loved every minute of it.
"I'll stay for dinner if it's offered, but if not I'm going to go ahead and leave." Sam replied, as I shrugged, pulling my duffle bag out of the car, not wanting to speak to him. I felt like I was being punished for the fact that my father had made a deal with a demon for saving my brother's life. I hadn't been there when he made the deal, I was making sure that Uncle Sam's last moments were comfortable given the amount of life that hadn't had someone there to comfort him other than Dean. "Whitney Elizabeth Winchester-Call, I see you rolling your eyes." He replied, "Don't do that to me."
"You're not my father." I snapped, "What do you expect me to do? Go whale watching and act like a normal teenage girl while you go and hunt Lilith? Wait and sit here for you to get yourself kill trying to save my dad? You've spent the entire time acting like you were the only one that lost him." I wiped away tears that were forming in my eyes, I never enjoyed crying in front of people. Even when I was twelve years old and had watched my mother get shot by her boyfriend I hadn't cried. Though, I had bawled when my father had been ripped apart by hell hounds. "You also know that he would have wanted to be burnt, not buried."
"I need the body for when we get him back," Sam replied, looking at me. I shook my head, before heading up the stairs of the porch, before turning to look at him.
"Just make sure that you fax the paperwork for me to start school since you want me to live like a normal teenage for once," I replied, glaring at him. "I think it's best we left things like this before we state things that we regret if you get his body back and I get to be a hunter again."
"I'll make sure to call you." He replied, looking at me. "Be safe Whitney. Love you."
"Love you too Uncle Sam. Don't do anything stupid, all right?" I replied, watching him get into the car and drive off, leaving me in what was now my life. I sighed, walking the rest of the way up to the door, knocking on it as I waited for the door to open.
"Neither of them are home." I heard a voice replied, before turning to see a tall ass teenage boy standing there. He was wearing nothing put a pair of torn jean shorts, with somewhat short, but shaggy hair. He had a pair of brown eyes that turned somewhat black at the edge, not a demonic black, but a normal black. "Tiffany is got called in for another shift at the hospital last moment, she was on call today. Embry just got off work and is at Sam Ulley's house, he was expecting his cousin to get here later tonight or early tomorrow."
"My Uncle Sam was a fast driver," I replied, shrugging. "I can just wait here, it's not necessarily a problem. I don't really trust strangers, for all I know you could be some kind of monster that would want to kill me." I tried to make a light tone to my voice, but the only time I had talked to people my age was when I was trying to convince them to give me information that would help on the case.
"If I was, I wouldn't kill you. I'd kill other killers, be some kind of monster superhero." He joked, walking up the porch to look at me. "I'm Seth Clearwater, I'm a friend of your cousin's. He actually sent me to bring you to Sam's."
"I'm fine," I stated, crossing my arms and staring him in the eyes for the first time. He opened his mouth for a moment, then shut it quickly. His facial features went from joking to complete adoration with him just looking at me. It was weird, I took a step back and grabbed my duffle bag tighter, ready to take off running straight to Bobby or Jo who was living in Seattle. Uncle Sam would never know; given how he was when he had left me here.
"There you guys are!" I heard, turning to see the guy in the picture I was emailed from by my Aunt Tiffany when Dean had made me email them a few days ago stating that I should know who my family was, both sides. I wonder if they had conspired to send me here once my father's time was up. "You must be Whitney, I'm sorry about your father by the way. I'll show you around the house and then we can go to my friend, Sam Ulley's house for dinner."
I only shrugged, following them into the house as I wrapped my arms around my waist. The house itself was freezing cold, while they seemed quite fine. I wondered if they had also been infected by Azazel's blood considering they were under the age of the testing that Sam had been a part of a year ago. They were too hot to actually function in life; I could feel their heat radiating off of me from coming inside. The living room was a traditional one, I had seen numerous ones like this, with some nice second hand furniture and pictures of Embry and his mom, Tiffany. I stopped and looked at one small picture, looking at it.
I knew that my parents were really young when they had met, she hadn't known dad's age for sure when they had conceived me, but my mom was fifteen years old. It was a picture of my mom graduating high school with me on her hip, I was only two or three in the picture. There were a few more pictures of my mom and I threw the years, some memories I knew, but it was mostly fuzzy.
"They were in your mom's house and Mom didn't want to throw them out so she put her favorites up for in case we were ever able to have the money to get you. Mom took night classes and has been a nurse for two years now. She didn't want you to break you and your father up." Embry replied, "She loved you enough already to let you live with him while he was a traveling salesman. We can talk about that later, I helped pick stuff for your room from the emails that you sent Mom."
The room was a traditional wooden floor and wooden wall, with a small closet and a dresser. There was a small desk and a red fabric spin chair there. The bed was metal frame with a red and black plaid comforter on top of it. There was standing mirror that looked like it was painted red, some of the original white popping out of the room. There was a window in front of the dresser that I could see the woods outside of my room. It was the first room I had since I could remember that was all mine, not a hotel room I had to share with Dad, or Grandpa and then Uncle Sam and I loved it.
"Would you mind if I unpack? The duffle carries everything that I own, so it will be like ten minutes' tops." I replied, unzipping the pack and pulling out the four pair of jeans that I owned, setting them in the dresser, then pulling out the ten tops that I own. One of them included my lucky red blouse that I wore Christmas Eve when I managed to hide from the pagan gods that tried to sacrifice my Dad and Uncle, allowing me to escape and play a few rounds of ding dong ditch until they opened the door. I put the few pairs of underwear that I had in a drawer along with the twenty pairs of socks, because I had an addiction when it came to the Dollar Tree socks, in a drawer.
"Is that all that you have?" Seth asked as I nodded. Clothes were never an importance when you were a hunter, dad and Uncle Sam had a little more clothes than me because of the Feds clothes that they needed to wear. I also got them ties from thrift stores for their birthdays and Christmas each year and they got me an item of clothing that I was needed. I bought underwear by myself after a very scaring conversation where Dad bought me my first bra and gave me the talk a few months' after moving with him. "I think that my sister Leah might have some old clothes that could fit you," he replied smiling at me. "We can ask her at dinner tonight?"
I nodded, not wanting to speak about my lack of clothes because that would bring unwanted questions about my past. Remember, you're supposed to make sure that no one knows you're a hunter. Sam left you without any weapons and so if anyone found you here, you might just be joining your father in hell. "You can change outfits if you want." My cousin, Embry replied. I shook my head, showing that I was fine in the outfit that I chose. It was the only nice outfit that I had, a green sweater that I had gotten from a thrift store and a blue and green plaid skirt that I believe was originally from the fifties. I was wearing the only pair of shoes that I owned, black combat boots that my dad had gotten me for Christmas Eve at a Walmart. They were the only thing I had gotten from a store since I could remember.
The walk from Embry's to Sam's house was a smaller walk than what I had imagined. He lived two streets away from the log cabin that belonged to Embry and his mother. I watched as Embry and Seth kept trying to ask me questions about my life, me avoiding all of them coming up with the vaguest answers that I could muster. I heard the group of guys on the porch before we had even turned to the driveway of the Ulley home. They were all giant like, playing a game of football in the front yard as a young woman and a girl who could be near my age or a little order were sitting on the porch. "Embry and Seth is back with some hot stuff." I heard some guy say, as I rolled my eyes crossing my arms before letting my mouth get the better of me.
"Just saying, that is the wrong way to pick up a girl whose father has only been buried for twenty-four hours." I snapped, "That's the wrong way to pick up any girl. I feel sorry for the woman who falls in love with your dumb ass. My father was able to pick up chicks a hell of a lot better than you, that was on top of having a teenage daughter to care for. The hot stuff also has a name, by the way. It's Whitney Winchester."