Part one: Family

Mommy's favorite

'Damn this piece of junk!' Bobby grunted as the old radio refused to do his job and play music. When Bobby slapped the thing one more time on the top, even the wheezing noise died out. Bobby turned away from his source of frustration. It wasn't the only old dusty thing in his house, at the end of his auto salvage property. Last week there was a problem with the fridge, causing all his beer to go to waste. All the pipes in the house creaked when someone took a shower, and when the wind was howling hard, Bobby prayed his roof would hold.

But there is little Bobby couldn't fix. Not just the house that was held together by an awful lot of duct tape – that stuff was really a godly invention – not even the cars that were brought in, the ones that any mechanic would tell were only good for scrap metal. Bobby also fixed a family. One of his best friends and fellow hunter, John Winchester, and his two boys. The family has been going through a lot. First the loss of Mary, and now John's insane task in finding the thing that did it. He was blinded by revenge. The ones suffering from that, were his sons.

Dean and Sam Winchester. Dean would turn thirteen next month. Bobby bet his entire beer stock on it that John would forget, again. Dean was a smart kid. He trained well to become a very good hunter. He knew when he needed to be quiet, when to help his father carrying guns and when to take care of his little brother. He was a good little soldier.

Sam was quite a bit younger and more innocent. Until so far, John and Dean withheld the truth from him. He was simply too young to figure out his life has been a lie. Bobby didn't like keeping the boy in the dark. It was mostly Dean who pleaded for his brother to be a kid for a little longer. Bobby didn't have the heart to go against it.

Tired from a long day of working in the salvage garage, Bobby collapsed into the comfy chair behind his desk. With a satisfying 'plop' he removed the cap from the bottle of whiskey. It was a second later he realised the sound was way too loud to only come from his bottle. Bobby froze, trying to listen.

There is was again. A faint sound somewhere in the distance. He looked up to notice the window still slightly open. Earlier he had knocked over a can of sardines, and he still tried to clear out the stench now drained in his carpet. Another sound followed. It made the hairs on his neck stand on edge, his ears prickling to listen. It was a clear scream. A clear non-human scream.

He grabbed his shotgun and machete. He didn't know for sure what he was hunting, so he took enough precaution. Sliding soundlessly through the door and onto his front porch, he heard more sounds. It was clear something was walking around on his property. He rounded another corner and walked along a line of parked cars. Most of them were beyond saving, some already gathering dust for over ten years. He noticed that the noises were still far away. Then something shifted in the corner of his eye.

Bobby swung his body around to point his shotgun at the figure hunching in between two cars. Startled, the figure fell back on its hands and behind. Bobby's eyes grew big once his sight adjusted to the dark shadows surrounding the small form.

'A kid?' he spoke to no one in particular. The young girl stared down the barrel of the gun with big, fearful eyes. After a minute Bobby relaxed, and remembered kids weren't used to a gun being pointed at them. He lowered his aim slowly away.

'What are you doing here?' he asked bewildered.

The girl decided to move forward. She pushed herself up on her hands. In contrast with her appearance on the ground, she was actually quite tall. She had light blonde hair, tangled up and plastered to her face and neck. Her clothes and face matched in stains and dirt. Her clothing was torn up on her knees, displaying grazes on her knees. She must have fallen down somewhere. Her big eyes looked up at the old man. Bobby cocked his head to the side to look at her odd eyes. The girl had Heterochromia: her one eye was bright blue, almost looking like it gave light. The other was a green-greyish shade. Somehow it made her look weird and beautiful at the same time. Bobby estimated her age around ten years.

'I was hiding from the monster,' she spoke with a soft voice. Apart from her low volume, her voice didn't shake. It sounded steady and determined.

'Why-,' Bobby tried to start when he saw the fear grow in her eyes, almost reflecting the attacker behind him.

'Behind you!' she screamed, however her look of horror had been enough for Bobby to turn around. He was a second too late, as the lean guy was too close to shoot. Bobby held the shotgun in between the two of them, trying to push him off his body. The man towered over the smaller hunter. As if on command of Bobby's silent question what kind of monster he was facing, the man opened his mouth and extracted the row of fangs in front of his normal teeth.

Vamp.

Super freaking fantastic.

The vampire leaned down in an attempt to reach Bobby's neck, when Bobby pushed his strength into his arms, knocking the vamp a step back. He engaged immediately again, launching his entire form at Bobby. Bobby took the second he had to extract his machete he luckily brought with him. The vamp engaged on his wrist first, forcing the machete away from his body. He slowly pushed the blade around, angling towards Bobby's chest.

Before Bobby could come up with a counter attack, the girl had slammed an iron bar against the vamp his calves, buckling him forward, screaming out in pain and frustration. That sound was the last thing leaving him before Bobby quickly decapitated the monster. The lifeless body fell to the ground. Bobby gained his vision back on the girl, standing on the other side of the body. Blood was splattered across her face and clothes. Bobby and the girl stared at each other for a long moment, both catching their breaths.

The girl swallowed, and Bobby prepared for her panic and tears to come in. But they didn't. Instead, she calmly asked:

'Is he really dead now?'

Bobby needed a moment to process her calm words.

'Yeah. Why was it chasing you?'

She finally turned her head down, the first display of emotion on her face. She took a long moment before answering.

'My mommy send it after me.'

There was so much wrong with that answer. A chill ran down Bobby's back.

'Why would she do that?' he whispered, not really believing she had just said that.

The girl hugged herself. Bobby was suddenly aware it was almost dark, and a chilly wind was pulling on. He started to take off his flannel shirt, but the girl gave a short decline and 'thank you'. Then she answered his question.

'She was mad. Really mad. She said I…' It took the girl a moment, and she stared straight back at the astonished man. 'She said I needed to die. So she threw a kitchen knife at me, but I ran. Then I heard her scream to the man to chase me. Normally I would never come here, but it was close by, and I thought I could hide here.'

Bobby sighed deeply and cursed under his breath. The hell did this girl get caught up in?

'Okay. How about I take you back? I'm pretty sure there is a mistake here,' He spoke as he started to walk towards a functional car. The girl rushed after him, tugging on his arm.

'No! She'll kill me! Please help me, mister Singer!' she pleaded with her odd, big eyes.

Bobby looked down at her. Normally he hated kids. Above all, kids that were running around on his property. But this was different. Plus, she was still covered in vamp blood. He knelt to be at her eye level.

'Okay, how about you stay in the car, and I talk with your parents?'

The girl considered it for a moment, then she nodded without looking at him. Bobby found himself confused by this kid. She seemed to have the mental attitude of an grown person.

Not just a grown person…a very well-adjusted grown person. Like a hunter.

Bobby quickly shook that thought away. He walked to the car, snatching an old rag from the dashboard. He handed it to the girl as she sat down in the passenger seat. She thanked him quietly before wiping her face.

'Here it is,' said the little voice from beside Bobby. He pulled the car over across the street from the quite large house the girl pointed out to be her home. He looked around at the girl. She sat very quietly in her seat. She held the rag loosely between her hands in her lap, and stared out the front window. She was avoiding looking at the house. Bobby saw a line of tears streaming down her cheek. Still, she didn't sob. Didn't make a sound.

Bobby hesitantly laid a hand on her shoulder. She looked at the man who smiled awkwardly at her. It actually caused a little smile.

'My parents were wrong. They told me I should never talk to the grumpy drunk man in the car garage. But you're not so bad,' she said wisely.

Bobby uneasily grunted something about staying in the car as he opened his door. When he walked up to the house her words rang in his head. Had anyone ever said that about him? Like, any human being, telling him he 'wasn't so bad'?

He forced himself to clear his mind when he walked up the steps to the front door. The door was slightly open, the chains of the lock spread over the floor.

'Well that can't be good,' he murmured.

The door opened with difficulty. When the opening was big enough for Bobby to squeeze through, he found the coatrack, fallen over and broken, to be the obstacle behind the door. Bobby tiptoed though the hallway. He took the door to the living room. Of all the scenarios he had mentally prepared himself for, this was the worst.

A woman with dark hair and a curved body stood in the middle of the room. All furniture was pushed to the walls with great force, noticeable by the cracks in the walls and the stuffing of the couch and pillows spilling out. Not far away from where he stood, laid a man on the ground. He laid on his back, neck exposed as his head looked up at the destroyed room. His mouth was wide open, a line of blood drying on his cheek. His green-grey eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling. He was stabbed multiple times in his…well, everywhere.

'It sure as hell took me some effort to get you here, old man,' the woman spoke with a sharp voice. Bobby forced his look away from the murdered husband, back to the wife. She slowly spun around, facing him. She had a twisted smirk on her face, totally out of place on this sweet woman's face. He focused on her green eyes, moments before she blinked and they turned to a deep black colour. Bobby took a step back in surprise and fear.

'Balls! You're a demon, ain't ye?' Bobby said breathless.

The woman, most likely once the girl her mother, gave a high pitched giggle.

'Haven't seen a lot of us, have you?' she said playfully. Bobby took it as an 'you're still a virgin at this' kind of commend.

Bobby tried to compose himself. 'Why did you kill him?' he asked while pointing at the body next to him.

The demon cocked her head to the side as her eyes turned back to normal.

'He had it coming. He complained a lot about my cooking,' she pouted, like she had only hit him with a newspaper.

'And the girl?' Bobby asked before thinking. Stupid! Why did you bring her up?!

Her head snatched up at an unhuman speed. 'Where is she?'

Bobby took a protective step towards the doorpost. 'Not anywhere you can find her. What makes you so interested in one child?'

She took a stroll around the room, seeming bored by the conversation. Bobby prayed she wouldn't attack out of the blue. He had indeed seen only one demon before in his life. Demon possessions weren't very common. Two, maybe three a year. This year that had already been crossed, and it was only August.

'I don't have any interest in her. My boss does,' she matter-of-factly stated.

Bobby scrunched his eyebrows together. 'And who might your daddy demon be?'

She snatched her head back at his words. 'Oh you will find out. He knows everything about you. About those Winchesters. He has great plans. But the boys are still too young. He needs to wait. He thought the girl could be useful, but she turned out to be quite the opposite.'

'What's that supposed to mean?' Bobby pressed, all too aware of the person of interest sitting across the street.

She crossed her arms over her chest. 'I don't know what is wrong with her, but that kid ain't human. She made me itch to kill her, more than anything.'

Bobby suppressed the shiver going down his back.

'And I can feel it now too. She is close,' she said with a threatening tone. Bobby gave the demon one more glare before turning and speeding across the lane to the car. To his distress, the car wasn't were he left it. He stood helplessly at the sidewalk, when he heard tires screeching. He snapped his head to the right, where he saw an odd scene.

Two men were flying through the air after being hit by his car. Behind the wheel he saw the small face of the girl. She brought the car in front of Bobby. He opened the door, as she shoved over to the passenger seat.

'They had black eyes!' the girl screamed out in panic. Bobby plunged his foot down on the gas pedal, speeding away from the dazed demons.

'I know kid, I know.'

Not really knowing what else to do, he drove back to his house. He locked the door and took out some books on demons. He drew a devil's trap on the doormat, and salted all the doors and windows. After the shock, he sat himself and the girl down. He told her that her father was dead, and her mother possessed by a demon. She was utterly quiet. She was weeping as she sat on the sofa, her hands on her knees. He could see her nails digging in her skin from time to time. He left the part out about her having a weird kind of attraction to demons. How did you tell a kid it wasn't human, after she had seen the worst of the supernatural world?

She had nodded a couple of times. Then they discussed what they needed to do. Bobby suddenly felt very protective over the kid. He should give her to the foster system, or letting her see family. She had told him she had a Steph-sister, who was staying over at a friend's house. She called her sister, telling her not to go home before the police were in on it. She assured the girl on the phone, Channah he recalled, that she was safe. When she hung up, no emotion was written on her face, apart from the pain that was made clear by her tears. Bobby couldn't wrap his head around this kid. It fascinated him even more.

He told her to go upstairs, where she could have her room. The next day they would think on it again, but now he was too tired. She stood up and walked to the stairs without a word, before Bobby stopped her.

'Hey, what's your name, kid?'

She looked around at him.

'I'm Aliza.'

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