Summary: When thirteen-year-old Annabelle Haerven's family was killed in a wendigo attack, she didn't expect to be the only one to survive, nor that she would be saved by two hunters called Sam and Dean. It wasn't long before she joined the two brothers as they taught her everything they knew about the supernatural evils that live in the dark corners and back roads of America . . . and how to kill them. She also didn't expect to fall in love with another teenage hunter, or find out that she could play a crucial role in the war against heaven, hell, and everything in between.
Notes: Written by my friend known as teamfreewillsamdeancas on Tumblr. This is also the story that introduces Annabelle to the Spn mythology, and so it's crucial that you read this before reading any of our other fics with her and the Tenth Doctor. It is completed, with a total of fifty-one chapters, and Sarah has a sequel in the works called Passing the Test, which can be found on her Tumblr.
It is also narrated by the three main characters. Each narrator will be the chapter title.
Chapter One
Dean
It was supposed to be a normal case. We knew this house in the back woods of Colorado was the wendigo's next target.
Sam and I were staking out the house in the Impala. Five people's lives were at risk. Our eyes were wide open, but the darn thing was too sneaky. We didn't notice the thing was inside until we heard a teenage girl's terrified screams.
Sam and I ran inside. A trail of blood dragged through the neatly furnished living room and up the stairs.
"Dang it!" I said.
I hoped we could still catch ourselves a wendigo and save someone. I ran upstairs, following the trail of blood. I ended up in a kid's room, or rather, two kids' room. Sam pushed past me and into the room.
"Only four. One's still here somewhere. The thirteen year old from what I can tell," Sam said after looking at the bodies.
"Well, let's find her!" I said.
Sam peeked under the bed. I headed for the closet.
"No one here," I said.
"Same here," Sam said over his shoulder.
"I think the bathroom door was closed," I said hopefully.
I walked across the hall and stopped at the door. I heard whimpering.
"Sam!" I nodded toward the door.
I turned the knob. Locked. I raised my gun.
"Sweetheart, I'm gonna shoot out the lock and come in. I need you to stay low. I'm here to help. Are you injured?" I yelled.
"I'm fine!" a small voice said back.
I shot the lock and the door swung open. I moved slowly toward the shower. I pulled the curtain back and a teenage girl jumped up, wielding a shampoo bottle.
"Stay back! Leave me alone!" The girl was trying to keep from crying. Her hands and shirt were soaked with blood, probably her family's.
"Hey, it's okay, kiddo. I'm the good guy. My name's Dean. My brother Sam's outside the door. Can you tell me our name?" I asked.
"I— I don't trust you. For all I know, you could've killed my family!" the girl said.
"We know what killed your family. We were here to stop it. You can trust me. What's your name, kid?" I asked gently.
"My name's Annabelle. I— I saw them die." Annabelle lowered her bottle of shampoo. Her lower lip quivered. Annabelle winced when her arm hit her side.
"You're hurt. Come here; let me help you." I offered my hand.
"It's nothing, really." Annabelle took my hand and stepped out of the tub. It was then that I realized how pale she was.
"That's not your family's blood is it? That's your blood." I said with sudden realization.
Annabelle stumbled out of the bathtub and hugged me. She sobbed into my shirt.
"Shh, it's alright, sweetheart. Let's go see how bed it is." I stroked the young girl's hair for a while before leading her to her room. "Sammy, go get the medical kit for me. I'll check it out while you're gone."
Sam disappeared from the doorway and I started working with Annabelle.
"If you lay down, I can see how bad it is." I said gently.
"Yeah, no problem." Annabelle was trying to act brave. She laid out flat on her bed and took a shaky breath as I pulled her shirt back.
I winced when I saw the damage. Three long, deep slashes ran down Annabelle's side toward he back. Typical of a wendigo. Poor kid had been marked, and this one would hurt for a long time.
"How bad is it?" Annabelle asked. She lifted herself onto her elbows so she could see my face.
"You'll survive," I said slowly.
"So, it's bad?" Annabelle's eyes tugged at my soul, willing me to tell her the truth.
"Yeah, it's pretty bad. My brother and I are gonna take care of you, though. You'll be fine, I promise," I said.
"Have you two done this before?" Annabelle asked.
"Plenty of times. You can trust us," I said as Sammy walked in. "I'm right here if you need something else to focus on," I said.
Annabelle gave me the best brave smile she could muster and Sam began working.