A/N: A lot of the story prompts I've been given recently involved a original character being added into the Supernatural plot line, and considering this opens a lot of possiblities to creating more stories, I've decided to make my own OC series! This is my first ever attempt so please excuse errors. Includes a bit of romance between Dean and Colette Singer that'll later become a conflict of its own in stories down the line, but as of now, I hope you enjoy and please leave a review and comment! :)
Seven Years Ago:
"You almost got us all killed in there." Dean snarled as Colette swallowed her nerves and dropped her eyes.
"I-I'm sorry, Dean, I just thought if-"
"That's your problem! You think! You can't think! If you think, you hesitate, and if you hesitate, you die. And today, that's exactly what happened but instead you almost dragged Sammy with you. Do you know how much danger you were in, Colette, when you were reloading your gun? You could've been attacked at any given moment!" By now, the nineteen year old was yelling, the veins in his neck apparent and his fists beginning to clench.
"I... I'm sorry." She whispered, her head bowed submissively as Sam, who sat on the couch next to them holding his arm that was gashed and bleeding, looked to his friend and felt a ping of pity hit him.
"Dean, come on. This was one of Cole's first hunts, lay off."
"Lay off?" Dean growled questioningly, "Look at your arm! That monster practically shredded the muscles in there! It'll be a miracle if I can even stop the damn bleeding, Sam!"
Sam knew there wasn't anything his fifteen year-old self could say to calm his brother down. Colette Singer, who was a year older than himself, had screwed up big time but it wasn't all her fault. Dean was too busy fighting off nine other different wolves to notice what was happening behind him, but after Cole ran out of bullets, she began wacking the beasts upside the head with the butt of the gun. When that didn't stop them, she tried to reload the sleeve but ended up taking too long. Sammy, who happened to be a few feet from her, quickly ran to her aid and began shooting off the werewolves that dared to hurt her, only to be mauled from behind and have his arm torn open.
"I didn't mean to get distracted! I just- the bullets..." She trailed off quietly under the intense gaze of Dean Winchester.
In the years that she had known the brothers, never had she experienced the eldest brother with such ferocity and anger. Well, that's a lie. He once got into this massive fight with his father, but she had never experienced this heavy of an emotion from him being directed towards her. And now that she was the victim of the next brutal scolding, she could see why so many hunters either avoided the Winchester or decided to stay on his good graces.
She was especially nervous under his infuriated watch because he was one of her best friends and seeing him so angry for a reason she caused only added that much more weight on her shoulders. Cole had practically grown up with the brothers as her father, Bobby Singer, and the boys' father, John Winchester, worked in the same line of business which they later learned was hunting monsters. While John was away on hunts, he'd dump his boys over at Bobby's and keep them there for days at end, therefore the kids were together for years. As time progressed and John's dropping-off's became more frequent, Cole became more excited to see her new friends, the same with the boys, and eventually the three of them were closer than close.
Unfortunately, John let them begin to hunt a lot sooner than Bobby allowed Colette to. That meant that the playdates became less often and she didn't see them as much as before. That also meant she was stuck answering dumb phone calls from stupid sheriffs and coroners clarifying Agents Smith and Lionel or Agents Reynolds and Peterson. Because she was so unexperienced with hunting, she was bound to make a few mistakes on her first which Dean had already taken into consideration, however there were a lot more werewolves than estimated which made the hunters reluctantly split up that way the werewolves were evened out between the hunters; seven would follow Dean leaving five to chase Sam and four to attack Cole.
"I'm sorry, Dean." She repeated for the third time, not once reverting her eyes from the ground.
The older brother shook his head in response to her apology and growled, "Maybe it's best if you work the phone's after all."
That line alone hit a nerve in her body where her eyes snapped upwards and narrowed, "Woah," her guilt washed away, "that was my first gig. You can't expect me to be perfect, Dean."
"I can expect you to know how to reload a pistol though, no?"
Cole stood a bit straighter, crossing her arms and huffing, "I've never been put under that pressure and adrenaline rush before, alright? I got scared."
Dean scoffed, "Scared? Hunters don't get scared."
"What're you implying?" Cole growled, and when the Winchester didn't repond but rose his eyebrows slightly in response, she glowered, "You sound like your father."
The older brother snarled deeply, "Don't bring my father into this."
"Guys, why don't we just-" Sam started only to be cut off by a vicious "Shut up!" by the both of them.
"Don't say I'm not a hunter."
"Well, I was taught it was rude to lie to a lady."
"Yet, you do it all the time to the chicks at the bars." She huffed.
Sam watched both their blood pressures rise as their faces began to turn red with anger.
"You know, you're the person in the wrong here, don't try to flip it on me, alright? You almost got yourself and Sammy killed, not the other way around, Colette. Trust me. for all of our sakes, it's better if you stay put and answer calls."
"I'm not a damn dog, Dean. Sorry, unlike you, I don't obey commands."
Dean snarled, his fists clenched, "Fine! Go out there and get yourself killed! You'll be doing us all a damn favor!"
He paused, his eyes widening as he dropped his fists and stepped back, her own eyes growing wide as tears began to form, her mouth gaping open as she choked on breath. Sam froze in his spot, his oxygen flow being stopped in his throat as he stared with disbelief at Dean.
"Cole, I didn't mean-"
"Tell my father I said goodbye." She whispered, her voice low as she walked out the room, towards her own room as she stuffed a few things in a bag and walked back towards the boys, attempting to get to the front door.
Sam stood as Dean tried to stand in front of her path, his entire body language completely altering as his chest began to restrict, "Cole, please, I didn't mean it, I swear."
Cole wiped a few tears away as she shoved past him, giving Sam a quick kiss on the cheek before starting towards the door. She was stopped when Sam gently grabbed her arm and swallowed, "Cole, please stay. Ignore him, he's an idiot. We need you."
She smiled lightly, tears tracing her cheeks as she shook her head and gave him a quick hug, his own arms wrapping around her tightly to keep her from escaping for a few more seconds than she anticipated before she pursed her lips, her eyes turning redder, "No, no you don't." Her eyes looked to Dean's as she swallowed, "You really don't."
Cole quickly turned for the door and walked out, the February snow drifting softly from the sky. Dean rushed out the front door after her, screaming her name as he raced after her, but by the time he was at her side, she was slamming her car door shut and was driving off.
"Colette! Cole, please!" His voice was getting hoarse from the wind and snow and his head was pounding, but he didn't care. He needed her back. "Colette!" He cried, the car turning the corner and disappearing into the night.
Dean debated about getting in his own car and driving after her but after a few moments, he shook his head. He wiped the tears away that were practically frozen onto his cheeks and swallowed down his doubts. She'd be back tomorrow, for sure. She... She just had to be.
But she wasn't. She didn't show up the day after the fight, or the day after that, or the day after that. Dean spent weeks just sitting outside, waiting for her car to roll up and him to be able to hug her and apologize. He didn't mean it, good God he didn't mean it, yet here he was suffering the consequences of it.
With her leaving not only brought him horrific guilt, but also Bobby's interogations. To his knowledge, his babygirl was there, went on a hunt, and then wasn't there. Immediately assuming the worse, he went ape on the boys screaming and shouting how they should've watched out for her and what not, but thankfully Sam calmed him down enough to hear what really happened. When he did, though, he wasn't any better. All his previous anger was directed to Dean as he began yelling and snarling. Eventually, Bobby died down and they instantly went to work to track her.
Colette wasn't stupid. She didn't have her phone on her, made sure to break the tracker in her car, and to disable any other devices that'd show her family her location. Honestly, if they thought they'd be better off if she was dead, then so be it. And sure, maybe it was Dean who said it, but still, she refused to go back. No, she'd do this by herself. She was fine. She... she was fine.
Present:
Sam groaned, turning over in his bed as his shaggy hair swept over his forehead. The boys were stashed at this horrible, crappy motel in Northern Montana and the bed Sam was sleeping on proved to be just as bad as the town and motel they were in. The people there were rude and arrogant, the weather was freezing cold, and this stupid motel room was absolutely horrible. The bed felt like needles and rocks and his back was so sore he could barely move.
He did get up however at the sound of gulping and turned his head to see his brother, two empty beer bottles next to his bed and half of one in his hand, the glass pressed to his lips as his eyes were squeezed shut.
"Seven-" Dean hiccuped, "seven years."
"Dean." Sam growled, sitting up as he snatched the bottle from his brother and shook his head, "It's not even eight in the morning, why the hell are you drinking?"
"Seven years, Sammy." He whimpered lightly, grabbing the bottle back and throwing his head back as the liquid burned his throat.
It then clicked in his head and he sighed. It was something they did every year, the day she left. They went to a bar and got completely wasted. Unfortunately, her departure wasn't like a death where you greived for awhile and then got used to her presence and laugh and goofy grin not being there. No, no, hers was a lot worse. The boys and her were close, and she was the one of the few people they considered family. Family for the Winchesters was something extremely important, so when she left, that took a huge impact on them. Not only that, but when someone's dead, you know they're dead. They're somewhere- Heaven, Hell, who even knows- and they're safe, but with her... they didn't know.
Every day, in the backs of their heads, they worry about getting a phonecall saying Colette Singer was mauled by a wendigo or sucked dry by a vamp or hit by a fucking plane. They were constantly worrying if she was alright, if she was abducted by aliens or being tormented by demons or dead on the side of a road, and that worrying was absolutely horrible. It couldn't be healthy either, for sure.
So, in memory of her and to send their prayers that she's alright somewhere, they spend that day at some bar drinking their worries and memories away because the day she left, she took a piece of them with her that they had a hard time functioning without.
"Dean, you're supposed to wait until we get to the bar."
The older brother shrugged, "Oh well. It's nine PM somewhere."
Sam shook his head as he rubbed the sleepiness from his eyes and looked to his brother who had his eyes shut as he chugged the liquor. He was honestly amazed at Dean's ability to hiding his emotions because within the seven years Colette has been MIA, he hadn't shown a single strand of emotion towards it. Sam and Bobby both broke down mulitple times at some point, begging for her to somehow hear them and come back, and guess who was there rubbing their backs? Dean. Sam's older brother hadn't cried or really done anything with Cole's leaving and he wasn't sure if that was good or not. He knew it wasn't healthy as his brother was obviously hiding all of it under gallons of alcohol, but he also knew if he went to approach Dean about the issue, the older brother would laugh at him and dismiss the thought as if it was the most absurd thing in the world.
After Sam had gotten ready, he got Dean out of bed and sobered him up a bit before throwing him in the Impala and climbing into the driver's seat.
"Hey, this is my car, Sammy. I drive it." Dean slurred slightly as he glared at Sam.
"You're intoxicated. I'm not allowing you to drive Baby in this state."
Dean scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest like a child and shook his head with disbelief as he frustratedly stared out the window, annoyed his brother was so difficult. "Bitch."
"Jerk."
It took a few minutes, but they got there in one piece. Dean immediately was sitting at the bar, ordering some heavy shots of alcohol and ignoring everything else around him. He wasn't wasted, but he was a little fuzzed up and Sam was sure once those shots he was downing began to work, he'd be a goner. Ordering his own whiskey, he began to chug his own liquor and for awhile everything was good and subtle. After a few minutes, Sam decides to take a quick visit to the bathroom, but as he walked out he realized the bar has gotten quiet. He looked to Dean only to see his brother staring in awe, the spoon that he was using to mess around with his drink being stuck in his mouth like an idiot as his eyes were locked on something.
Sam turned his attention to the thing everyone was staring at and almost tumbled into someone while walking back to his seat in shock. There a woman, who was quite short but had such a vibe it made her seem inches taller than she was, walked towards the bar. This caught everyone's attention A, the majority of the girls in this town avoided this particular bar because this was where the gangs and bad-repted guys hang out and B, she was smoking hot. She had the curves in the right places with tight leggings, nice AC-DC shirt on, and a flannel, long brown hair that was drawn up into a ponytail, thick and shiny and soft looking. She had piercing green eyes and a small, freckled nose with soft but striking features and a sharp-ass jawline.
As Sam took a seat next to his brother, he could see why the entire bar had shut up and all the attention had turned. She was something made in heaven, that's for sure.
The bartender chuckled at the gawking idiots in the crowd and walked over to the lady as she took a seat a few down from Dean.
"Look's like ya' got a few admirers." The bartender grinned as she took a quick scan of the drunk morons and shook her head slightly, "They're just drunk, Lou. Regular please."
He rose his eyebrows and sighed, "You're goin'a get liver cancer if you keep drinkin' like this."
She chuckled, "I'll take my chances. Besides, it's not like I'm here everyday. Only like... three times a week."
"Yeah, and on those days you can totally obliterated."
She laughed, "That is totally not true!"
"Fine, fine. Whatever ya' say. Scotch on rocks with twist, yes?"
"Yup. Hey'a, Lou, I was just wondering if you've felt any cold spots around here lately or... I don't know, anything strange?"
He looked up suspiciously from the drink he was making and turned to her, neither her or Lou realizing the brothers a few seats away were just as curious as he was to understand what she was talking about and were eavesdropping, "What'ya mean? Like Casper the friendly ghost?"
She shrugged lightly and grinned downwards, "Don't make me sound like an idiot, Lou. I'm just asking. Things move by themself, the lights flicker, anything out of the ordinary?"
The guy sighed and went back to his drink, "I don't know what you're smoking, Colette, but if your old man were'ta see you rantin' bout' cold spots and ghost mojo, he'd hit ya' upside the head with his shotgun. Aye, how is Singer by the way?"
Cole went to bite out a nasty comment about her father when her head spun towards the two guys she had previously paid no attention to as one of them, the one with shorter hair, spit out his beer and went into a choking fit. The taller and longer-haired one was patting the other guy's back, but his eyes were fixed on her and mouth gaped slightly. Furrowing her eyebrows, she shook her head and looked back to the bartender. They looked awfully familiar.
"Look, you got anything strange happening around here?" She asked again, a little more urgently as she was beginning to cross out the names that came to mind in her head when looking at those two and the names that were becoming more apparent weren't people she wanted to really talk to.
"I can't say that I do. Sorry. Hey, the drink's on the house. And tell Mark I said hi." When she made a small frown to his comment, he swallowed, "He's still your boyfriend, right?"
"Of course." She plastered on a bright smile and began to sip on the drink until it was completely gone.
"Drive safe, alright?" He warned with a stern finger jab in her direction before smiling slightly as his fake, serious exterior cracked.
Cole grinned politely, nodding in response and heading for the door. She glanced over her shoulder to see the other men, that tall and shorter one, stand as well, so she quickened her pace to the car.
She had just hit the halfway mark in the parking lot, she truly thought she'd make it, when a loud, deeper than she remembered but beyond familiar voice called her name. She stopped dead in her tracks, closing her eyes and breathing in before continuing to walk towards her car. There was no way in hell she'd-
"Colette, is it really you?" One of the voices called as she began to hear footsteps grow closer to her.
She was done. There was no way sneaking out of this would work so she decided to just turn around and face them. A quick chat and run, right? No, no... maybe she'd just-
A hand rested on her shoulder and she whipped around, swallowing her nerves as she was greeted with the distinct features of Sam Winchester and blurted out, "Me llamo no Colette. Me llamo... um... Rachel. Si, estoy Rachel. Oh! Mira la hora." She laughed nervously, waving quickly, "Adios!"
Cole turned to leave only to be stopped by a hand holding onto her wrist gently. She took a breath and turned back to him, instead this time Dean was right next to Sammy. She let out a few curses before looking up at the two and sighing, "Alright, you caught me. What's up?"
"What's up?" Sam snorted, "You've been gone for -how many years?- and your first words to us are what's up?"
"What? It's not like we necessarily ended on great terms." She glanced at Dean briefly as she shuffled uncomfortably, "Besides I-"
The boys yelled and jumped back in shock as her eyes bursted open and her body froze in time. She felt a surge of power, unwanted energy zap through her and just as quickly as she had jolted awake to the unpleasant sensation, she was out cold on the hard pavement, the last thing she could recall being a bright light around her that casted dancing shadows on the boys' faces as they stared in horror.