She knew it was wrong. She knew her brothers would not like it at all. She felt guilty keeping this information behind their back, but at the same moment, she felt almost happy. She never would have thought a demon would eventually become like her sister. Now, don't get her wrong. She didn't really have anything against demons. It's just that, since she was young, she was always included in the hunts with her brothers and father.
Her dad was obsessed with finding the demon who had killed their mother. In truth, she didn't want this life. She didn't think it was necessary. There was one thing that always bothered the girl. That thing was that, no matter how hard she tried, she could never disobey her father. He had drilled a large amount of obedience into the girl, it was like she was afraid. She knew how her father could get when he was mad-his behavior seemed even more amplified when he was drunk, which wasn't very unusual. With that set into her mind, it had also installed a subconscious fear into the girl.
Like any normal child, she was afraid to disappoint her father. She knew when she went on her first hunt that her father was pleased-he showed it in the proud smirk he had on his face. She, however, was so shocked that she had just killed someone. It may have been a demon, but, hey, she was still just a kid. She didn't talk about it to anyone. Her twin brother kept an eye on her, knowing how his sister can get when she is upset. He knew something was wrong. Maybe because she was usually so happy, and talkative. However, when she got back from her first hunt, her eyes had been empty and she refused to eat. Her father had told Dean that he couldn't come with them. It was a job just for him and her.
She strongly believed what Dean didn't know wouldn't hurt him. He didn't have to know that their father used her as bait to get the demon to come out. He didn't need to know about how the demon broke two of her ribs. He didn't need to know that her father refused to help her. He didn't need to know about how she had nightmares for a week after her first hunt. He didn't need to know about how she was so close to her first mental breakdown. She simply thought no one needed to know.
She was always so careful to mask her negative emotions. She didn't want to show weakness in front of her father. She would openly express her thoughts, but most of the time, they weren't her real ones. She was like this for a while. She was perfectly fine with doing this too. The only thing that got her was when her father had told her to go do a specific hunt by herself. No help from him or her brothers.
The night her father had sent her off to do the hunt, she could say she was nervous and afraid. This was different then any other hunt. If she got herself into a pinch, her brother or father wouldn't be there to help her out. She was careful to plan all the details since she didn't want anything to happen to herself. If she let this demon get away, her dad would be disappointed in her. She would never live it down because, after all, lives are at stake.
She was ready for the demon to come. Apparently the demon preyed on people her age. She venturing through the abandoned apartment building, gun in ready position. She stepped as quietly as she could, making as little sound as possible. She could hear talking coming from one of the rooms at the end of the hall. She was ready. She could do this. All by herself. She didn't need anyone's help.
Despite the reassuring thoughts, she still felt her hands begin to sweat, and the thick lump in her throat as she tried to swallow. The gun in her hand felt heavier then usual, and she could feel the small shaking throughout her body. Oh, she was nervous. She knew. She was also afraid to slip up. Her father would never put it behind her, that she absolutely knew. He would also stop talking to her for weeks. Well, that was only a possibility. It could happen though. She wouldn't put it behind her father for doing something as childish as that, either.
Her heart began racing as she reached closer and closer to her destination. She could hear whoever in the room talking harshly to one another. She was just outside the room now. She peeked in to see two demons talking. It looked like there was another one in the other side of the room. This was her shot. If she could take those first two out without being detected, the last one would be a piece of cake.
She aimed the gun. She swallowed again-the damn lump was still there. The finger she had on the trigger felt cramped. If her finger chose to lock up here, she would be in big trouble. She had a clear shot of the male demon that had the messy black hair. She pressed her finger to the trigger. The loud sound of her gun echoed throughout the empty building, but she had managed to hit her target. The black ooze was seeping out of the males body, and it eventually fell to the floor. She, however, had caught the attention of the one in which the demon was talking to. The female was tall, superior-looking. She had the aura of a very powerful person. She had glowing red eyes, and her hair was down to her shoulders and a dark brown. Oh, she knew this was it. She hadn't gotten ready for the second shot. She could only grow more and more nervous as the older looking female demon stalked her way over to the door.
She got her gun ready again and quickly pressed the trigger. Not once, or twice, but three times. Her eyes were wide with panic-she knew if she didn't shoot her target she wouldn't make it. She stared at the demon, who was now oozing out the black stuff. She sighed in relief. At least she managed to get the first two. There was one more to deal with.
She pushed the door open, in which it protested with a horrible creaking noise. Her gun was loaded and in it's ready position, and her finger was cramped on the trigger, ready to press down at any moment. When she got into the room she saw another female demon, standing in the room with a confused and slightly shocked expression. She looked a little older then herself. Her red eyes making it evident that she was a demon. She had dark brown hair like the other female demon. The resemblance between the two was surprising. Even to her, who had a brother that she looked very much a like.
She pointed her gun at the demon, feeling a little sweat go down her face and the lump in her throat get bigger-if that was even possible. The demon quickly placed her stare on her. "Wait-don't shoot, please," Her tone was slightly rough, but had a gentle chime to it. The girl attempted to swallow again. "It was those two who were killing people. I didn't want to! They dragged me along, you see.." The she-demon trailed off, looking slightly panicked.
For whatever reason, the hunter decided to believe the demon. She lowered her gun and, with a shaky breathe, began to speak. "Alright. I'll believe you. Just so you know, if there is another murder here, I will come after you again." The girl's voice was slightly high-pitched and naïve sounding, but had an air of power to it. "That's fine by me. It won't happen." The demon had smiled at the small girl hunter. "My name is Charm, by the way," Her smile widened.
The female hunter must be coming down with a cold, because she trusted a demon. All demon hunters knew not to trust them. She must be crazy. "My name's Sadie," Came the bland reply. "What's your last name?" Charm asked, curious expression on her face. Sadie looked a tad bit untrusting, but eventually replied, "Winchester."
A comfortable silence elapsed the two. "I should be getting back to my family before they come looking for me. Well, I doubt they will, but just in case. I suggest you lay low for awhile. I'm pretty sure my family will be in town for a little while longer," Sadie had sighed. "Can I walk with you at least half way there? It's pretty late, isn't it. You could be attacked by a drunk human, you know." Charm grinned at her innocently, a slight look of concern etched in her eyes. Sadie stood contemplating the consequences. "Fine," she started, "But it can't be all the way. My dad would probably kill me if he knew I let a demon go unharmed."
The two girls were walking toward the motel Sadie had been staying at for a few days now. They were having an interesting conversation. To say the least, Sadie didn't really feel like returning back to the motel. She didn't know how much longer she would be in this town, and she knew this was probably the last she would ever hear of Charm again. Even though she was a demon, Sadie felt a sort of connection with her.
The last few minutes Sadie spent contemplating whether or not she thought of the demon as her first friend. She wouldn't be able to tell her father. Or brothers, for that matter. They would be against it, saying something like Charm was using her or something of the sort. "You know we probably won't meet again," Sadie had let a little sadness show in her voice. Charm looked at Sadie, confusion evident in her face. "What do you mean?" Charm asked the shorter, distressed girl beside her. That was when Sadie noticed they had stopped walking. "Well, my father travels a lot. Since my whole family is hunters, and we do jobs all over the country," She started matter-of-factly, before questioning herself what time it was. She was feeling slightly drowsy. "But we can always meet up or something." Charm suggested. "That's true. Well, it would be. I don't have a cellphone. The only way we'd be able to meet up is if you magically appeared in the towns we go to for jobs." Sadie had shrugged. She looked over at Charm, just to see the wide and mischievous grin on the demons face. "That can be arranged," Charm chirped to the girl. "Right," Sadie said slowly," Well, I better get going now. See you, then." She offered a small wave as she continued walking. "Bye, Sadie!" She heard Charm call to her. She then quickened her pace to the motel, knowing it was only a block or two away.
She realized the reason she was walking so fast was because she knew what could be lurking. Drunken men, some sort of demon. There were so many possibilities. She had just about seen them all, and she didn't want to encounter one or the other. She was too tired for all of that. She just wanted to get back to the hotel and rest. She knew it wouldn't be that simple, though. Dean would probably bombard her with questions on how it went and if she was alright. Things of the sort. He was, after all, a protective brother. With her being the only girl in the family, even Sam had become protective. Hell, they knew better then to treat her as if she was made out of glass, but they did show their concern about her. That's all she needed, too.
When she made her way past an alleyway, the figure that was lurking in the shadows went unnoticed to the small girl. She quickened her pace to a jog once she saw the motel come into view. She could feel her own heart beating crazily, and the lump in her throat was still there. Instincts said she needed to hurry, but her gut said there was nothing to be afraid of.
She hastily made her way to their motel room door, twisting the knob. "I'm home," She called out somewhat quietly. Her father was past out on the couch, and she doubted her brothers were awake. She glanced at the clock: 12 o' clock a.m. She didn't realize it had gotten so late. How long had she been talking to Charm? Her thoughts were cut off when a large yawn escaped her throat. She made her way to the bed that her and her brothers were sharing.
She didn't bother changing clothes. She just took her shoes off and sat down her hunting gear, before crawling in between her two brothers. Almost as soon as she had laid her head on the pillow, she was fast asleep. The night had left the girl feeling mentally exhausted. She couldn't help but think about her new demon friend as she slept that night. A small smile made its way on her sleeping face.
Sadie Winchester, the younger twin sister of Dean Winchester, had become friends with a demon.
She knew if her father figured this out, he would be so angry with her.
But she couldn't help but not care.
The figure that was in the alleyway grunted slightly. Sadie Winchester. She would have a big impact on the future. She is just as important as Dean and Sam Winchester.
This is Sadie Winchester's story.
It isn't as simple as it sounds.