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New House Guests

Riley had ran her entire life from her 'gift'. She was first informed of it by her mother. She had received this 'gift' from her mother only hers was ten times more powerful. Every time she'd use it she'd get better at controlling it and losing less energy every time. She had decided to start running at the age of 7 and didn't use her powers until she was 16 and her mother died. Her mother died 2 years after her father. That was when she decided to stop running and embrace her abilities as well as the ones she'd received from her father. She'd made her way from hotel in one town to another in the next, never staying for more than a week or so and then she was off to the next place. For two years she did this and then at 18 she finally set up new roots in a town in the middle of nowhere or so it seemed to her. She'd bought a farmhouse. It was rundown and she payed way less then she'd expected, but it had a porch that wound all the way around her house and she loved that. She was happy with her purchase. She only went into town to get groceries and that was the only reason she needed to go into town anyway. Her parents had left her plenty of money for the time being but she knew eventually she'd have to get a job or at least until her aunt passed. She was after all her aunt's only living relative. She hated that she thought like that but she'd never gotten to know the woman so she really had nothing else to think about her anyway. She liked the quietness of the wooded are that surrounded her. She'd recently painted her house white, bland she knew but it seemed right. One day while unpacking, even though she'd moved in a while ago she just hadn't felt ready to unpack what little she had left of her parents. She'd found a box with her name on it. She was surprised because she could have sworn she'd opened all the boxes with her name on it. She shrugged it off and opened the lid. Inside she found three journals and a piece of paper.

Wow they used an entire box for this?

She thought and she smiled as she picked the three journals out of the box. The first was her mothers and she flipped through it admiring her scribbly yet neat handwriting. The next one was a little thicker it was her father's and she knew this because at least 4 out of every five pages had at least one food stain on it. Her father was always eating and yet he never gained a pound. It was odd to say in the least but that was just how he was. She sighed and set it aside she would read it later. She picked up the next journal and it was much bigger than the other two. It probably would have been the same size as her father's if it wasn't stuffed with extra papers and newspaper articles and stuff. She decided to read this one first. She set the others back in the box and picked up the paper. It was to a storage house a few towns over but it didn't say what was inside. She shrugged and put it back in the box. She picked up the journal stuffed with paper and made her way to the front potion of the house and sat on the porch swing outside. It began to gently rain as she sat down and she just watched the rain for a little bit before finally opening the book. As soon as she opened it an envelope fell out. She picked it up and looked at the scribbly writing on the top.

RILEY

Her mother's print seemed controlled here like she'd taken her time just to write her own daughter's name. She opened the top eagerly. Her eyes watered and she wiped them before she cried. She'd thought she was past the crying stage but seeing her mother's scribbly handwriting again brought it all back for her. She pulled out the pages that had her mother's regular handwriting and read the letter aloud to herself. Who else was around to hear her anyway.

"My dearest daughter, if you're reading this letter I'm probably dead. I want you to understand why your father and I have trained you so harshly. We know what's out there, we've seen it, and we simply just want you to be prepared for anything. You may see the gifts we've given you as a curse but you should consider them blessings. With what we've taught you and the knowledge in this book as well as what that storage room holds for you, you could save many lives. We taught you to be strong but we also showed you, or at least I hope we did, that loving you was more important than anything. Never doubt that. Your father and I hope that with the knowledge you acquire from these pages as well as unexpected friends you'll realize who you are and why you have been gifted with such insight into the darkness our world harbors. So delve into these pages and open your eyes to horrors and not just those that go bump in the night. Never forget how much we love you and don't forget to check out that storage space soon because you're dad only paid rent for it until your 20th birthday... your mother."

Wait that means my father knew that they were going to die before I turned 20.

"P.S. your father thinks you should have painted it blue... whatever that means."

She smiled. Nomatter how bad things seemed her father had always known a way to make her smile even after he died. She placed the envelope back in the book and opened to the second page. The first thing she noticed was the word VAMPIRES in big bold letters. She continued to look through the book reading about different types of poltergeist, ghosts, demons, and other hellish things. She was surprised there was so much different things in there. She skimmed every page and appreciated the finely drawn yet horrifying pictures on almost every page, another of her father's many talents. The rain was now a dull whisper to her as she concentrated on the last few pages. She stood and looked out toward the forest that surrounded her home. Suddenly she didn't feel as safe as she should.

"Help! Please..."

Someone whispered loudly in a raspy voice. She turned and saw a young man bleeding and crouching there. Why hadn't she heard him? She had been trained for 12 years on being able to detect someone approaching as well as other things. However he'd slipped through the cracks wasn't important, she was probably zoned out from the letter.

"Oh my god!"

She exclaimed feeling stupid for just standing there and staring at him for so long. She wrapped her arm around his back and helped him over to the swing. He raised his hand and pointed to a black vehicle that had pulled up. Without hearing what he said she ran over to the vehicle to see who else was inside. Two more men were in the car. One appeared younger than the one on the porch probably his brother and the other was definitely the father. She tried to open the door but couldn't. She went around to the other side and the driver's door was already open. She opened the door more and reached inside and pulled the brother out. She carried him over her shoulder with all her strength back to the porch and sat him on the swing next to his brother or friend. Did it really matter right now? She rushed back to the car and tried to use the front unlock buttons to unlock the doors but the system was jammed. So she punched through the window without thinking. She could take the pain as long as it meant no one dying here today. She pulled the older man over to the porch and sat down cradling her hand. She knew it wasn't as bad as the wounds on the others but she hadn't used her powers in so long. She rubbed her hand with her other one and the open deep cuts all closed and the glass that was still stuck there fell out. Soon they where just small scrapes. She went up to the three men more confident in herself now that she'd healed herself.

Dean woke up to find a girl's face right in front of his eyes. She seemed a little pale but other than that there wasn't too much out of the ordinary. He felt way better then he had only hours before when he'd practically dragged himself up the steps to get help for his brother and father. She was now touching his face and almost immediately the pain that had been practically blinding him was gone.

She realized he was awake soon after touching his face. His eyes were completely open. She placed her hand over them and whispered in his ear

"sleep."

and he soon fell into slumber. While they slept she moved them to beds upstairs. She realized how lucky she was that she'd bought the house partially furnished so she had enough beds including hers of course. She felt very tired but she knew that their care was more important. She finally fell asleep on the couch once she made sure that none of them would wake up before she did.

Dean woke up just as the door opened to the room he was staying in. A girl about 18, 19 maybe walked in. She walked over to him and set the tray down on a nightstand next to him.

"You heal surprisingly fast... umm?"

He smiled at how confused she seemed.

"My name's Dean and thanks if it weren't for you I might be dead right now, not lying in a comfortable bed."

He sat up and looked at the contents of the tray she'd carried in. On it was an apple, banana, soup, sandwich, and a cookie. He also had 3 choices of drink apple juice, orange juice, or water.

"I didn't know what you liked so I grabbed a few minor things that everyone pretty much likes. Now eat!"

Sam smiled and grabbed the apple. He took a bite of it and saw her smile as though she was delighted to see him eating. She stood up. She looked kind of tired.

"I'm gonna go get some more food and check on your other friends 'kay?"

"Wait, I didn't catch you're name?"

She turned around and walked back over to the bed. She sat back down.

"My name is Riley Sanderson. Welcome to my home."

She said and he smiled a little.

"Aren't you a little young to own a house all on your own. What about your parents?"

Her face suddenly turned somber and she looked down at her hands.

"I'm 19 and they're dead!"

She said loudly.

"oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."

"I know."

She said quietly and walked out of the room. He felt like an idiot which was something he was on occasion.

Riley felt bad about the sudden outburst it wasn't like he'd known about her parents it was just sometimes she couldn't help it. She walked into the other room where the youngest of the three she'd saved was sleeping. She walked in carrying a tray she'd set by the room minutes before so she could bring it in after her brief discussion with Dean. She carried it into the room and set it down on the edge of the bed. There wasn't a nightstand in this room. It was the smallest of the 5 bedrooms in the house but unfortunately the other two that were bigger didn't have beds in them. She smiled and touched his face admiring him before he woke up. She couldn't deny that if they were family handsomeness definitely wasn't in short supply. She sat there and watched his eyes flutter open before she saw panic in his face.

"Who's there? I can't see! I can't see!"

He screamed.

"shh.. Shh..."

She said calming him down.

"You'll see soon I promise."

She leaned over and kissed him that seemed to always be the best way to heal someone but she'd only done it once on her father and even then she'd only kissed him on the cheek. Suddenly as soon as their lips met she felt all the energy rush from her body and she could tell his eyesight had been healed. Even as he closed his eyes to fall back to sleep. She stood back up exhausted and went to the largest room with another tray she'd left outside that door and surprisingly he was already sitting up and Dean was there next to him.

"Umm Hi I thought you might be hungry so I brought up some food umm ... am I supposed to call you Dean's friend or are you gonna tell me a name?"

"My name is John Winchester. This is my son Dean, where is Sam?"

"Oh you mean your other son he's still..."

"I'm right here dad."

Sam said and hobbled into the room. He was still a little hurt and he didn't want to move out of bed but something had just happened to him and now he had his eyesight back. He was a little curious.

"Would you mind excusing us for a little bit Riley?"

Dean asked and she nodded and walked out of the room.

"Listen I don't know how safe this girl is. She might have saved our lives but look at this."

Dean said and held up a journal. She'd placed it in her nightstand the night before after she'd gotten everyone situated. Dean opened the book and his father skimmed a couple of the pages for a few minutes. The door opened and he closed the book quickly but in vain. Dean took it from his father at the last second. If she was dangerous he didn't want her going after his father. She walked back into the room with a plate of toast and looked at what he was holding.

"I made toa...Do you make it a habit of going through people's stuff Dean?"

She said and grabbed the book from him.

"This is personal. It doesn't belong to you so why would you read it. What if it were my actual journal. How could you invade my privacy like that?"

Dean held up his hands.

"I spilled the water and when i opened the drawer to kind of dry it off I pulled the book out so it wouldn't get wet. I thought it was interesting so I decided to show it to my father. I'm very sorry."

She eyed him suspiciously.

"Luckily for you it's just old fables my father used to write. Nothing true in it."

"You really believe none of this is real?"

Dean asked and grabbed the book back from her.

"Does it matter?"

She asked and took it back.

"Yes it matters. What is that book really?"

John asked breaking the two up before they got too heated over the entire subject.

"It's my parents' research. They spent their entire lives searching for things that go bump in the night and then destroying them. That's even how they met. They wrote it all down and after they died they gave it to me. Am I freaking you out yet?"

The three men just stared at her.

"No, of course not."

Sam was the first to answer.

"Because we do the same thing."

Dean said and flashed her a smile. She was definitely someone worth getting to know especially now that he knew she wasn't evil just informed.

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