Okay so this is an other character story. Ryan is a girl! I love to use unusual names and that's why it's Ryan. I don't own any other character but her and I hope you enjoy her. Along with this story I'm writing her Journal which every time I post a chapter for this I will post a day's worth of journal entries from her journal. I hope you enjoy both…oh I have one more Fanfiction coming out but I still have to figure it out but the next one is for Sammy. ^_^ well enjoy.
Prologue: I'm in the Business of Misery
I don't live normal life. My idea of fun is hunting down some creature that most people think are fake. My prince charming lives out of his 1967 Impala and carries numerous weapons on him at all times. My two best friends are tough as nails and have my back no matter the situation, whether it be a bar fight or a fight with the most fearsome creature in the world. Sure my life may not be normal but I love it. I have saved many lives and will continue to do so until I die because it's my job. I'm a hunter.
Chapter One: Let's Take it From the Top
I could hear talking in the kitchen as I descended down the stairs. And I recognized all of the voices. One belonged to my father, Bobby Singer, and the other two belonged to the Winchester brothers, Sam and Dean. I had grown up with the Winchesters. Playing Hunters and Demons with them to going on actual hunts with them…that is until last year. Our fathers had a falling out and that was the last time I had seen them. "Hello boys. Long time no see." I smiled at each of them but it wasn't a real smile. The parting terms still left a bad taste in my mouth.
My father looked at me, "They have a job that they need help with. Are you up to it?" He knew to ask rather than to demand, that's what I liked about my father.
I crossed my arms, "I don't know. What do you suspect it to be?"
"To be honest we don't quite know that's why we need your help." Sam answered. Smart boy, not letting Dean answer.
I thought about it for a little while. It was better to keep the boys on edge about what I was going to do then give into them right away. Even if I wanted to work with them. "I will help you only because you guys seem so helpless." I started walking away. "We're leaving in fifteen minutes so be ready." I yelled over my shoulder.
I was just slipping on my favorite Led Zepplin tank top when Dean spoke up. "I remember that tank." He said like he was remembering some great time we had…which was most likely real.
I rolled my eyes and stuffed my .45 into the waist band of my jeans. I turned and looked at Dean to find him on my bed with his feet up. "Get your damn boots off my bed. I don't know where they've been." I pushed his feet off and looked at him, daring him to defy me.
"What's your problem?" He asked standing up. He was nearly seven inches taller than me but it didn't intimidate me at all. I knew we were an even match on a good day.
"I don't know bout you but I remember the last time we saw each other it wasn't such a good situation." I came right out and said it. I wasn't one to beat around the bush. Short and to the point.
"What happened wasn't my fault!" He said defensively and balled up his fists.
"God damn it Dean, did I blame it all on you? No. It was both of our faults! We weren't paying attention and I got hurt end of story! But I had to suffer the consequences while you went after Uncle John, like a damn puppy with your tail between your legs! You couldn't even stay to make sure I was alright!" I wasn't going to take all of the blame for what happened.
"You know I had to go with him, Ryan. Your father wouldn't let us near you." He argued trying to sound reasonable, which didn't work with me. If you were going to fight with me than fight don't just settle for reasonable talk.
I shrugged, "Well from what I hear you didn't fight, you just left! And then after all these years you couldn't call me once! My number hasn't changed!" I stood there waiting for his response but didn't get one. I nodded, "That's what I thought." I stormed out of the room. I couldn't be with someone that wouldn't fight to be with me…someone who gave up when things got tough. But then again like Father like son. Uncle John was a coward and only cared about his family and no one else. He would have left me if it wasn't for Dean. I do owe that to Dean but if he cared about me so much he would have fought to be with me.
Sam and my Father were silent when I got into the study. They must have heard the fight. "Go get your brother, we're going." I commanded.
"You can't keep fighting with Dean." My father stated after Sam left us. "You have to forgive him."
I sighed, "I know Dad but in order for me to do that he has to admit that he was wrong. I'm not going to take all of the blame when it isn't mine to take." My father could calm me down in an instant. I don't know how but he just did, even when it was us who were fighting.
He nodded, "That sounds reasonable. Well, be safe on the hunt and don't get hurt." He gave me a hug and I hugged him back.
"Don't worry I'll be fine." I said pulling away.
"Make sure those Winchester boys come back in one piece too." He said jokingly.
I smiled, "At maximum two."