Chapter One
She was in deep shit. And it wasn't the kind of deep shit where a sweet smile and some persuasive talking would save her, no, she had pissed off a hell lot of people. And usually she was used to pissing people off, it practically came with the job, but no, she had to piss off a shitload of demons, and by pissing off the demons she had pissed off the person who called her for help in the first place. To say that this week, this day, was a bad one was the understatement of the century, because when she pissed off the one person who wanted her help, he went and called the Winchesters, the motherfucking Winchesters, to take over. She was no stranger to the Winchester brothers. She had heard of the glorious acts of heroism, and the brave acts of selflessness they made to complete a job, but when it came down to it, the Winchesteres pissed her the fuck off. She had never encountered them before, but she knew of hunters who had, she even knew one that spoke to them on a daily basis, but the point was she had heard enough to know that, though the Winchester boys saved a hell lot of people, a lot of the time they do more harm than good, so when she was informed that her assistance was no longer needed because the Winchesters would be rolling into town, she decided to be proactive, which was why she was now handcuffed to a bed with Winchester boys glaring down at her, and not in the kinky way.
It had started out as any other case; she got a call, she was directed to a town, and she got to business, but this case went south quickly. She had misjudged the situation, and perceived the threat to be smaller than it was. She took on two demons and pissed off twelve more. When she informed her informant of the development he told her he didn't want her on the case, and she respected that, until he told her about the Winchesteres. Call it anger or jealously, she didn't care, but she didn't want the Winchesters taking over her case. She had heard enough to know that they didn't care who got hurt as long as the threat got eliminated. They didn't care about the people the demons inhabited, as long as the demons were goners, and there was no way she could sit idly by as the Winchesters came in guns a blazing to slaughter 12 innocent meat suits, so she stepped back in. She went to the demons, bringing the party to them, and exorcised two of them before the Winchesters did exactly what she expected, came in knife welding stabbing left and right, spewing holy water and insults as they went. So in the aftermath there were ten dead humans and two struggling survivors. She was pissed, that was an understatement. She could have saved them, which is why she drew the gun.
The second the gun was aimed at one Winchester the other jumped to defend. She couldn't decide if it was plain idiocy, or some family thing, but either way she wasn't lowering her weapon. She wasn't thinking straight. She didn't understand. She didn't understand why all those people had to die just to kill those demons, when all they needed was an exorcism. She didn't really use her brain when her body was running on anger and pure adrenaline, so she left her emotions take control and she pointed her gun at the demon killing knife wielding jackass. The other jackass just got in the way. She didn't mean to fire the gun, she really didn't, but he jumped toward her and on instinct she fired. He wasn't dead, the bullet was most likely embedded in his left shoulder, but she knew there was going to be hell to pay for that move. She was right. The other brother darted toward her and before she could react her head was hitting the ground and his body weight was keeping her lying on the cool floor.
Which leads us to why she was handcuffed to a ratty motel bed while the Winchester brothers debated just what the hell to do with her.
"Name?" This came from the shorter one; the one with the romance novel green eyes. She scoffed. She wasn't in the mood to answer his questions. She was more interested in how the hell to get out of here.
"Might want to get that wound checked out, handsome." She smirked letting her eyes travel from his eyes to where her bullet laid in his shoulder. He growled and turned toward his brother who was gathering a few first aid supplies. He snatched a bottle of vodka and poured it into the wound before digging into his shoulder and removing the offensive piece of metal. He then looked to his brother and sat, waiting to have the wound stitched.
"You're obviously a hunter." He said holding back grunts. His brother skillfully laced sutures in and out of his skin pulling the wound back together.
"What gave it away? Was it the fact that I was in a warehouse full of demons, or the exorcisms I was conducting?"
"It was the shitty manners, and the stupid smirk plastered all over your face," he snapped. She smiled. She didn't exactly take joy in pissing other hunters off, but it never failed to put a smile on her face.
"Listen, if you're pissed I shot you, it was in self defense. I never would have even drawn the gun if you two hadn't killed all those people."
"They were demons, sweetheart." He poured more alcohol on the wound and then took a swig for himself. She narrowed her eyes at him and bit her lip from saying something that would get her a bullet in her head.
"I'm not an idiot, jackass, but those people the demons were using as meat suits could have been saved, but you didn't want to take the time to perform an exorcism."
"You're pissed because we killed the demons?"
"I'm pissed because you killed innocent people that didn't have to die." She struggled against her restraints and fell back into the headboard when she realized it was no use.
"Sweetheart, they were already dead."
"You don't know that."
"Don't I, though," he argued. "Because the two you did try to save are now dead, from injuries the demons inflicted while still riding them around."
"Listen asshole, at least I tried." She yelled. He stood pushing his brother away from him and storming across the small motel room to her. He stood above her and sneered. He didn't like thinking that he didn't save anybody when he could, and that's exactly how she was making him feel. She knew exactly what she was doing too, and maybe part of it was for her enjoyment, but a big part of it was in hopes that he would feel guilty and learn from it.
"I save people," he sneered. They glared angrily at each other for a few more minutes before he bent down and began searching her pockets, despite her thrashing protests. Once he found a wallet he took a step away, but not before she spat at him. He rolled his eyes and opened the wallet looking for any form of identification.
"Didn't you're mother every tell you how to treat a lady."
"Let me know when you see one," He said pulling out various cards from the wallet and then pocketing the money. She fumed as he pulled out his cell phone. He dialed a number and stared at her as he did so.
"Bobby, I need you to check an alias for me." Her face fell, and her skin paled. She fought against the handcuffs and growled when all her efforts did were dig the handcuffs into her wrists.
"Don't do this," she said. He looked away from the cards and raised an eyebrow at her. He let a smirk slowly over take his face.
"FBI Agent Felicity Lennon." His face went stern as soon as the name slipped out of his lips. He looked back at the girl lying on the bed and gave a curt nod. "He wants to talking to you."
"Tell him I'm a little tied up," she sneered. This was the last thing she wanted. She didn't mind taking the two of them on in a verbal war, but bring in Bobby Singer and she was a goner. She watched as he pulled the phone away from his ear and clicked a button.
"Katherine Hope Singer, what the hell have you gotten yourself into?" He was pissed, that much was evident. The two brothers looked terribly confused, and they had good reason. She knew it was painfully obvious that the she and Bobby knew each other, and she also knew it was about to be revealed just exactly who she was.
"I'm fine. The only one who is injured is Dean, and I did that myself." The brothers exchanged another look, this time wondering how the hell she knew who they were.
"Singer? He said your last name was Singer?" It was the younger one who spoke this time. He stood from where he was sitting with the left over medical supplies.
"You boys strap her in that impala and you bring her straight to me, you got that," with that Bobby Singer was off the phone leaving two dumbfounded boys to stare at one frustrated girl. She huffed and stared at the boys expectantly. The elder one pocketed the cell phone and moved to release her handcuffs.
"How do you know my name?" He asked as she rubbed her wrists. She met his green eyes and gave a small chuckle.
"How do I know the sky is blue? How do I know my ABCs. My father told me," she smirked standing. She moved to the older brother and took her wallet and cards from his hand and then reached into his pocket to retrieve her money. "Even if he hadn't, I've heard it enough from other hunters. You're celeb status, darling, revel in it."
"You're Bobby Singer's daughter." She smirked and let a small chaste smile form on her lips. That smile was enough to send both of the boys heads reeling. Bobby Singer had a child, and she had his eyes.
A/N: So there you have it, Bobby Singer has a daughter. But who did he have the girl with, and how did she stay under the boys radar for all these years? Feedback is ver much appreciated, I want to know what you love and what you hate about this story. I am going to try and update on a weekly basis. Thank you!
