Cassie was staring back into Caitlin's eyes. They were blue and clear and yet dark and foggy. Caitlin was smiling, actually it really wasn't Caitlin... It was a shapeshifter ready to kill her and probably not bother with the remains. Cassie was trapped on the floor, pinned down by her sist- this shifters strength.
There was a screeching stop outside and a cry from downstairs. Cassie then realized where this idiot had been keeping her siblings - the basement. But who was outside?
Caitlin licked her lips and started squeezing Cassie's wrists. "I'm going to make you feel every inch of this. I will make you die slowly, painfully, and every way-"
"Back off you son of a bitch." A low, hoarse voice boomed from the pair who burst through the door of the cabin. The Sheek's were investigating on it after a lore going around about an old doctor who killed and skinned experiments. They never figured a shapeshifter would be in the area.
"Oh my god it's the Winchesters!" Cassie screamed. She's heard about them, yeah, but never seen their glory in person.
With the shifter distracted, Cassie managed to get up from underneath it and jump to her feet.
"Hey fuck face." The shifter turned to her and jaw open, fell to the floor with a bullet in its head. Cassie then sliced it's head off with a machete.
"Thank's for the distraction boys, I needed it." Cassie said over her shoulder. "Now if you'll be so kind as to fix the salt around the door. We have a ghost and my siblings are trapped downstairs."
The taller looked behind him to find a can of salt and fixed the ring guarding the door.
"So you mean to tell me, you're a hunter?" The shorter asked, voice deep and raspy. Cassie stopped and half-turned, giving him the bitchface of all bitchfaces.
"First, who are you? Second, why are you here? Third, yes, yes I am." She snapped at him.
"Calm down Pilgrim, no need to get your panties in a bunch..." She just glared at him and he put down his gun.
"You never answered me, big, tall and scary." She crossed her arms, waiting.
"Jesus... Fine, fine. Dean Winchester at your service. This is Sammy." He gestured to the taller one putting the salt back where he found it. "We heard there was a shifter in town and there were some screams and thuds inside... and well, we kinda figured. Now, sweetheart-"
"Don't call me sweetheart, unless you want Dean Bean to become a household name."
Sam came and stood my Dean, crossing his arms - smirking at the smooth comeback.
"I think what Dean was going to say, was, why are you here?"
"Yahtzee." Dean picked up his gun and searched around.
"We'll get back to that, I have siblings downstairs that are being tortured. If we're done with Q and A may we pretty please rescue them?" The two just looked at her, she has siblings?
How old is she, 12?
"Fifteen, actually." What the- how did she do that?
So now they pick up their guns, and their holy water, and their iron shit, to go downstairs to the basement. It was eerie, classic scary movie; creaks in the floor, the feeling someone's watching, random movements behind you.
Sam reached the bottom of the stairs first, then it was Cassie, lastly Dean. (Sandwiching the youngest, for safety - of course) Swaying guns and flashlights in all directions. Checking every corner, trying to find the lost siblings.
Dean surveyed the second room to the right, thinking no one would be here and Cassie's siblings are as good as gone. I mean, you could smell-
"Found em'" he shouted from his shoulder. Cassie was at his side in a matter of seconds, looking her siblings up and down. They were being hung by their wrists. Bloody and smelly and gross, but alive.
She heard David breathing and Caitlin's heartbeat - slow and steady. She got her knife out from her strap on her leg to cut them down. The two brothers behind the three were just watching, not seeming to care. Or were they just still in shock that kids this young are now hunters?
Cassie motioned for Sam to help and he slung David over his shoulder - David awaking just then to scream loud to the heavens.
"Caitlin! Fuck Cait where are you!" He yelled, then looked to his left, to see none other than his two sisters. Cassie slinging Cait and Cait relying on her little sisters weight.
"Calm down short-" Dean was cut off when David stood tall, sizing up even Sammy. "Damn. You're like a freakin' giant." David smiled at that, remembering all the nicknames and name calling. Remembering all the kids he beat up in high school because of it.
Right when Caitlin and David were strong enough to stand, there's our ghost, right on time. A tall girl and a short little boy. She seemed only about, what, nine? Her brother in her arms, four, maybe five years old. Fingers missing on both their hands, cuts - just above the cheekbone. It seemed to be some kind of symbol.
"The trunk!" The sisters said at the same time. Dean turned around and swung ferociously at the girl, disappearing shortly. Cassie ran over to the trunk and opened it - one small, frail body lying inside.
That's the smell. Sam thought to himself. David was now sitting down, Sam putting a ring of salt around them all. He bumped into Dean while finishing the ring only to see than Dean himself had been helping him. "We need to get them out of here..." Sam mumbled to Dean.
"Not before we burn this son of a bitch." David and Dean said at the same time. Dean turned and faced David.
"You need to sit, you're not doing anything." David gave him a bitchface, mimicking his sister. "Nope, your fucking leg, look at that. You're sitting, Giganto." Dean protested. When he noticed him reaching for the iron pole he handed it to him and turned to swing and fight them off.
"How did you find the bones?" Sam asked, stepping outside to help find bones.
Cassie was rummaging through a trunk and Caitlin wasn't as badly injured as David, so she helped ransack the place, too.
"The sign above their cheek is a symbol they use to bound them here. Because they weren't necessarily killed here they must use that symbol and place it on the grave where their bones are. So you find the container with the symbol, you find the bones. And you burn it dead." Caitlin said, breathlessly.
"Lore is that an old doctor hung his experiments here after doing genetic alterations. Now we found his bones, burnt em, but people were still hanging after none other than slits on their throats and needles in necks." She stops to shoot the girl, "Which is how, apparently, he did his thing. Turns out it wasn't the doctor doing it, it was his," Gunfire from Sam, "kids. Nine year old and her four year old brother. They did the killing and the alterations the doctor helped them with," Swings from Dean and David, "but the doctor himself never anyone - thought his kids were harmless. So, now here we are finding bones and trying not to-"
"Hey guys is that it? The cabinet in that room..." David said from his chair in the corner. Here they are, searching high and low, and David - sitting on his ass - finds it.
Sam runs over and Caitlin wanders to a chair to rest. Cassie helps her up. Dean and Sam burn the remains while The Sheek kids fight her off before she burns to a crisp. Dean and Sam pick up their things and help the kids out the house, letting it get consumed in the fire.
The five of them are sitting on the Impala, David and Caitlin with wet rags, keeping to their wounds. Sam and Dean with beers, while Cassie sneaks one to share with her siblings. Dean lets it go "unnoticed" now, let's them enjoy the little things. The house fire they're witnessing, the beer they're sharing, the Impala they're sharing.
"Okay, you, fifteen... names. Go." Dean said over his shoulder as they were packing up the Impala.
"Well, that's Caitlin, and the tall one's David. Eighteen and sixteen. Yes, we're hunters, it was somewhat our choice, no, we don't need to be babied." Cassie said, leaving herself out of the picture unaware of the fact she even did so.
"It's a long story for another time on how we got... into the family business you could call it." Caitlin spoke, quietly, weakly. She took a swig of her beer and twirled around her knife.
Dean made them pull into the Impala, because who the hell would leave kids behind without an adult? David slept while Cassie and Caitlin whispered in the back. Something about a vampire and then on about angels.
"Cas, listen to me." Caitlin said, and Sam looked at Dean and Dean at Sam. Cas he mouthed and Dean shrugged.
Castiel. God knows where he is. Last time they saw each other was in Nevada. He flew after the big argument with Dean. Sam didn't know what they were fighting about but he had a guess. Ironically, they were arguing about Sam.
We seriously have to tell him, Cas he's going to find out either by us or by walking the fuck in on us.
Dean, we can't. How will he react?
Honestly, he'll probably need a moment to take it in. He might smile. He'll probably smile... Yeah he'll be fine.
How do you know?
He's my damn brother, Cas. I know him better than he knows himself.
No. We can't.
Why the hell not?
Because if Sam's going to know then we're going to have to tell Gabriel.
Oh... well then let's tell him.
What? Dean are you crazy? We can't tell Gabriel. He will smite you if he gets the chance. I'm not putting you in that situation. We're not telling Sam. We're definitely not telling Gabriel.
Cas, we won't tell Gabe we'll just tell Sammy. Please he really should know.
NO! Dean no!
And he fluttered away after that. Dean hasn't seen him in weeks, he's having withdraws. He needs his angel. He was snapped out of his thoughts when Sam waved a hand in front of his face.
"What?" He said in a quite hushed tone. He mumbled, "What Sammy..." And Sam just looked at him.
"You were thinking about him again weren't you?" Sam asked, because yeah, he was. You see, when Dean wants to make a damn point he'll do whatever it takes to make said point.
So he told Sam because hey, it's his damn brother.
"Y-yeah..." Dean looked away, trying to hide the loss in his eyes. The dark needy lust hidden in the green irises of his. "What do you want?"
"What are we going to do about the... other hunters?" Sam jammed his thumb in the direction that is over his shoulder.
"Motel. We'll get them a room and see what happens from there. We could take them to The Roadhouse if we need to." Sam gave Dean a look that seemed to be bitchface #14 - uncertainty.
"Sam we're going to take them to The Roadhouse. So shut your cakehole." Dean smirked.
They drove to Nebraska and it was quiet. Until there was a question from the backseat.
"Got any music?" A chirpy, yet raspy voice asked. It was Cassie, she didn't sleep once. She looked over her siblings the whole ride. Even though two adults were in the front seat you never know, someone has to look out for them, right?
"Uh, yeah what do you like?" Sam asked, he was driving and Dean was sleeping in the passenger seat.
"Got any Metallica?"
"Metallica?" Dean mumbled, stirring awake. "Someone messing with my tapes?!" He yelled and woke up the rest of the Sheeks.
"No, Dean, I wanted to know if you had any Metallica." Cassie asked dully.
"Oh hell no, no Metallica. Nope, no, not again." Growled Caitlin.
"What's wrong with Metallica?" Dean questioned, ready to defend his genre. His childhood. Hell, his adulthood.
"You, Cassandra, play it way too much. So no, no Metallica." Caitlin responded.
"First names? You're in trouble."
"Says you, Samantha." Dean grumbled and the three in the back giggled along.
"Whatever you say, Deanna."
The two in the front shut up and put in AC-DC and rocked out to Shook Me All Night Long and the sort. Then changed to Black Sabbath after that and went down the line. The three in the back smiled and they all realized, how lucky they are to of found these two. Because if you get down to it, they're all kinda alike. Caitlin's so much like Dean and yet so is Cassie. Protective, music oriented, sly, rude, and lovable. Whereas David and Sam could be twins. They both get fed up with their siblings shit a little too quickly. They both have the same build, same dream, same daddy issues. The Sheeks all smiled in this realization, now knowing they've been blessed.
