Disclaimer: So I own nothing that you recognize in reading this(no matter HOW much I wish I had my own personal Dean Winchester). The only thing I do stake claim to is my lovely Carmen Davis who is chalk full of attitude and kick ass badness at times. Please enjoy.
Chapter 1
'When I get my hands on that man! That bloody bastard! When I get my hands on him I'm gonna slam it into the nearest hardest surface I can find and slam his thick, fat head straight through it! Damn you, John Winchester!" thought the furious woman speeding down the deserted highway.
The closer she got to her destination the chillier it got. She heard the bluetooth in her ear beep, meaning she was getting a call. Letting go the handle of her red and black ninja, she reached into the pocket of her black leather jacket and hit the accept button.
"Bobby! Tell me you know exactly where he is." Carmen Davis growled, her temper boiling higher and higher every mile. "Yeah I got it. Had to lie through my teeth to get it, but I got it. Got something to write this down with?" Bobby Singer asked her. "I'm on the road right now, Bobby. Doin' about 90 at the moment to haul ass to Chicago." Carmen said, still angry. "You sure you'll remember the address?" Bobby asked a little uncertain.
"Oh I'll remember it. I'll be chanting that damn thing like a mantra until my boot connects with the door John Winchester is hiding behind." Carmen said smiling evilly. Bobby told her the address and she repeated it back so he knew she got it. "Now, girl, you ain't thinking about doing nothing stupid are you?" Bobby asked in a tone saying that he already knew the answer to his question.
"If you consider me thinking about carving my way through John Winchester's spine, then yes Bobby, I am thinking about doing something stupid." Carmen said starting to actually consider the idea. Carmen heard a deep sigh coming from Bobby. "Oh, and Bobby? I'm twenty-three years old. I stopped being a girl probably around the same time John decided to crawl out of that bottle he tried to get lost in." Carmen said hanging up. 'Now that I have the address, it's time to go make me a new leather jacket. Outta the hide of John Winchester.' she thought speeding even faster.
Carmen pulled into an alley beside the building that John Winchester and his boys were supposed to be staying in. Carmen parked her motorcycle close to the building and then noticed two other vehicles parked i the alleyway. A 1967 Chevy Impala, which John had told her used to belong to him until he finally passed the keys down to his oldest son Dean, and a newer model big black jacked up truck. Carmen had read the papers about the killings that had been going on in Chicago so she wasn't just showing up without any idea of what she was getting into.
Carmen climbed off her bike and stretched out her tense muscles. She was dressed in her black form fitting black leather jacket, a black low cut long sleeve shirt underneath her jacket, a pair of skin tight dark faded boot cut jeans, and her custom black combat boots. She flexed her stiff hands which were covered by fingerless gloves. Not knowing what she was going to find or where it would lead her, she decided to go ahead and weapon up.
She untied her ugly olive green duffle bag from the back of her bike and opened it up. She took off her jacket and pulled out a dark blue custom made kevlar vest. She had a built in shotgun holster on the back for her pump action shotgun and on the front she had two rows of throwing knives and throwing stars. She strapped on the thigh holster for her beautifully custom made .45, which she took out of her bag and holstered after checking the mag to make sure it was full and grabbed a few extra, which she tucked into a few slots on her vest. She grabbed an over the counter KA-BAR combat knife and placed it and its thin sheath into her left boot. And then she gently lifted out her baby. It a black 10 inch S curved knife with a handle in the middle. It was her number one hand to hand combat weapon. And she was going to carve it right into John Winchester's spine. Smiling at the irony of the thought, considering that she had won it in a poker game against John Winchester when she was 16 years old.
That had been their first meeting. Carmen gently slid it into its sheath that was hidden under the holster for her shotgun in the back of her vest. Knowing that they were dealing with demons she grabbed salt and holy water rounds for her shotgun and put them in a small pocket on her vest. She grabbed a small brown cotton drawstring bag that she tucked into the pocket of her jacket that she had put back on and zipped up.
As an afterthought, Carmen grabbed a little mean surprise for whoever she deemed needed it, slipped it into her other jacket pocket, and then looked up at the building to see a light on about three floors up.
'There you are, Winchester.' Carmen thought. Suddenly the lights went out and she could hear crashing and banging coming from that room. Carmen ran into the building and took the stairs two at a time. She looked at the door numbers and found the one she was looking for. She twisted the knob but found it locked. Frustrated, Carmen grabbed the doorframe and kicked the door in. Normally she would have just shot the lock off but she had some serious pent up anger. It made her feel a little better.
Quickly looking around Carmen could see three men being held down. By what she couldn't guess so she decided to bring a little light to this dark party. "Close your eyes!" Carmen screamed at she grabbed a light grenade, pulled the pin, and threw it further into the room after she had kicked the door closed. Seconds after the grenade hit the floor a bright white light filled the room. Carmen heard some shrieking and then nothing. Carmen opened her eyes after a minute and looked around. All three men were bloody and bruised. There was one to her left. He was a tall guy with shaggy lightish brown hair and a cute boyish face. The other two were to her right. The one that was slumped against the wall had on a pair of jeans, boots, a torn cotton shirt and an old brown leather jacket. He was cut up pretty good. He had short brown hair and had a nice looking face and strong jaw.
The man currently bleeding in the corner was where she was headed. "John Winchester! You dirty, bloody bastard! How dare you just pack up and leave me there alone to finish that damn job! You bastard!" Carmen said kicking at his boot covered ankle. Opening his shocked green eyes, John Winchester looked up into the furious face of his young partner.
"Carmen. What the hell are you doing here? How did you even know where I was?" John asked shocked. He had made sure to leave in the middle of the night and had left no trail for her to follow. "I've come to carve my way to your spine with my favorite knife. But seeing you so bloody and bruised, it'll be no fun until you're healthy enough to actually feel the pain." Carmen said kneeling down in front of him and checked to see where he was bleeding from the most. Carmen grabbed a knife and cut her way through his shirt finding the cut she was looking for. "Now was that really necessary?" John asked looking down at his completely destroyed shirt. "No. But it makes me feel better." Carmen said gathering her waist long wavy blue/black hair and twisted it into a bun on top of her head with what looked like a metal chopstick.
Carmen grabbed the drawstring bag from her jacket and pulled out a lighter, thin clear fishing string, and a small sewing needle. She threaded the needle and then lit the lighter to disinfect the needle. "Hey! What the hell are you doing to my dad?" Carmen heard a deep voice say from her right. "Shut up. This is your fault to begin with, so just sit there and bleed on the floor." Carmen said. She looked up into John's eyes about the same time she heard the voice to her right say "Excuse me?!" and the other voice, a deep one but not as deep as the first, laugh. "This is gonna hurt, John. No pain killer what-so-ever. You'll feel everything but it has to be stitched up and quick. You're bleeding too much for my liking." Carmen said in a low but serious tone.
"Just do it." John said trying to prepare himself before Carmen started to quickly but properly stitch the gaping, bleeding wound. "As to how I found you, I called Bobby. He said he had to lie through his teeth to get the address for me. He knew I was on a warpath and decided to be smart and stay off my Hit List. Which is where your name is. At the top. In big bloody bold letters." Carmen said finishing with the wound.
"Dad, who is this chick?" Carmen heard from her right. "Boys." John said with a grunt as Carmen helped him up off the floor. "Meet Carmen Davis. My Partner." John said looking at his sons, who were now on their feet. "Your partner?!" the shorter one yelled. Carmen cast a slightly amused look in John's direction. "Dean, I take it? You did say he was the one with a smart mouth and hot temper." Carmen said. Turing to look at the tall monster that was considered John's other son Carmen smiled politely.
"And you must be Sam. I have heard alot about you. Both of you." Carmen said looking between Sam and Dean Winchester. "So, uh, how do you know our dad? I mean other than being his partner." Sam asked somewhat cautiously. "I met your dad about seven years ago in a poker game. Got away with a wicked knife and about $300 in cash. Imagine the look on four big bad ass hunters after getting their asses handed to them by a sixteen year old girl." Carmen said laughing. Carmen's face suddenly became serious and she turned to punch John in the back of the head. Not hard but hard enough to hurt. "What was that for?!" John said rubbing the back of his head. "For leaving me alone to finish off that nest by myself! And for leaving like a thief in the middle of the night." Carmen said glaring at him with her hazel-green eyes.
"So what did I just send screaming?" Carmen asked looking between all three of them. "A shadow spirit. It's what's been killing people around here." Answered Sam. Carmen looked at him with both eyebrows raised. "Shadow spirits? Have you found out who is controlling them?" Carmen asked. "Yeah. This demon named Meg." Dean answered her this time. "Do we know why she is here?" Carmen asked them. Sam and Dean looked somewhere between angry and guilty. "Yeah. She's here for me." John sighed. "Then we need to leave, John. Find another case, states away from here. But we need to leave now." Carmen said urgently.
"Now wait a damn minute. You can't just tell him what to do. He may be your partner but he's our dad." Dean said angrily taking a step towards her. "Dean-" Before John could finish his warning, Carmen had her gun cocked, aimed, and ready. And it was in the direction of Dean's face. "He may be your father, but he is my partner and all I have right now. John and I have been keeping each other alive for years now. One call from you that he decides to help on and look what happened! He fell into a trap! All because of you. Did you ever wonder why he stays away from you two?" Carmen asked.
"Carmen." John said with a slight warning. "Shut up, John." Carmen snapped. John had learned a number of years back that when Carmen was pissed, it was best to do as she said and stay on the side lines. He may have been old enough to be her father, but John was actually afraid of Carmen sometimes. Not that he would ever admit it. "It's because he is your father that he stays away. Why do you think so few Hunters have families? It's because family and friends are leverage. If you have something that a demon, or any unnatural creature, wants they hunt for your weakness. They hunt, they expose it, and they use it. More often than not, when they are done with it, they kill it as well." Carmen said not moving and inch. "John. Tell your boys goodbye and get out of here. I getter hear that annoying truck of yours in less than five minutes or I am going to shoot you in a very uncomfortable place. Again." Carmen said never taking her eyes off of Dean. John stood there for a minute but then he told Sam and Dean goodbye and that he loved them and walked out of the room.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" Dean demanded through his clenched teeth. "I am the person who has been keeping your dad alive for the past four years. I kept your dad alive at times when he was ready to give up. This life has taken a serious toll on him. If it wasn't for me, you two would have been orphaned years ago." Carmen said uncocking her gun and placing it back into its thigh holster.
"It's like I said before, Dean. Family and friends are leverage. I don't know what this Meg wants with John, but I'll be damned before I let him die on my watch. So the next time you want to call Daddy because you miss him and want his help with something, don't." Carmen said with a sneer, still looking at a very pissed off Dean. Carmen heard the loud roar of John's truck and started for the door. Carmen hand one hand on the doorframe when she stopped and turned her head to look back at both of John Winchester's handsome yet bloody sons.
"Loved ones are leverage. It is the price we Hunters chance to keep other families and loved ones safe. One day you will learn that in this line of business, family doesn't last long." Carmen said in a soft voice before walking out of the room and out of their lives.
Sam's cell phone rang and he looked at the caller I.D. to see an unknown number. Sam decided to answer the call. "Hello?" Sam asked uncertainly. "Sam. Carmen Davis." Sam heard on the other end of the line. "Carmen?" Sam said sitting up straighter. To his left he seen Dean jerk his head in Sam's direction. "Have you guys heard from your father in the last two days?" Carmen asked him.
"Dad? No. Why what's wrong?" Sam asked a little concerned now. "Dad? Give me that phone." Dean said grabbing for the phone, which Sam was keeping out of his range. "He's not answering his phone. He got a call saying that Daniel Elkins is dead. Then he took off like a bat outta hell. I would have left with him except these days your dad likes to leave me in the middle of a case. A werewolf in Virginia. I'm about a day and a half behind him. Where are you?" Carmen asked him. "Daniel Elkins? You mean the guy that got killed in Colorado? That's the case we are working on." Sam said now confused.
"Listen to me, Sam. Daniel Elkins was a good friend of your dads. Your dad caught wind of a rumor and Daniel. I want you to hunt down your dad and don't let him do anything until I get there." Carmen said as she swerved in and out of traffic. "You want us to keep our dad on lock-down? Are you insane? That's like trying to rake leaves on a windy day. You just don't do it." Sam said in shock at what she was asking of them. "Dammit, Sam, I am serious! Your dad is on a warpath right now and is unpredictable. I don't care what you do but just do it! Shoot him in his leg are and tell him it's from me. Knock him out, take away all his knives, and zip tie him to a radiator. Do something. I' ll be there tomorrow. Text me your motel and room number after it's done." Carmen yelled. Then the line went dead.
"What the hell was that about?" Dean asked looking between Sam and the road. "It was Carmen. She said that dad knew this Daniel Elkins guy and is now working a warpath this way. She wants us to find him and keep him still until she can get here tomorrow. She said she didn't care how we did it, to just do it." Sam said. "Is she joking? Stop dad? Seriously?" Dean asked wondering if Carmen was clinically insane.
John, Sam, and Dean Winchester were all cleaning up after killing a nest of vampires. Suddenly the door flew open and slamed against the wall. "You stupid sons of bitches!" Carmen screamed holding her KA-BAR in her hand. Carmen kicked the door closed and stood in front of the door poised to attack. "You two!" Carmen growled pointing her knife at Sam and Dean. "I told you to stop him! I TOLD YOU!" Carmen screamed walking towards them. "Carmen." John's voice cut through her rage. Carmen stopped in her tracks but didn't look at John laying on the bed.
"I got it. I finally found it.." John said. Carmen stood stone still and closed her eye in dread. Carmen felt her her lungs start to burn and finally let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Her stance went from offensive to defeated. "John." Carmen sighed, defeated. "Carmen. I found it. I can finally kill him. The demon that killed Mary. You said you would be there. Are you still with me, Carmen?" John asked her. Turning towards him, Carmen looked like the sad, lonely kid that he had first met seven years ago. "John, please. I am begging you. Don't go after him." Carmen pleaded.
"What's going on? Please don't what?" Dean asked from a chair just inside her view. "John, please. Don't go after him. Let someone else do it. Please!" Carmen pleaded again. "You told me you would go with me when I found it. Be there when I killed him." John said starting to get frustrated with his beautiful young partner. "I DIDN'T THINK YOU WOULD FIND THE DAMN THING!" Carmen's voice reverberated through the room. "It was a rumor, John! A myth! I never thought that you would actually find the damn Colt. If I had known I never would have said that. It's a witch hunt! A suicide mission!" Carmen yelled at him, starting to breath hard. "John if you go after this demon, you will almost certainly die. Are you asking me to obediently follow behind you and watch you throw your life away? And for what? Revenge?!" Carmen yelled feeling tears build behind her eyes.
"He killed my wife!" John yelled getting off the bed. "YES! HE KILLED YOUR WIFE AND SHE IS DEAD! IT HAPPENED TWO DAMN DECADES AGO! NOW GROW UP, MAN UP, AND LET IT GO!" Carmen screamed at him getting in his face. At this point she could no longer hold back her tears and they were free falling down her face.
Carmen made the mistake of getting in his face because the next thing she knew, John Winchester had punched her in the face. She flew back a few feet and landed on her back and her head hit the floor so hard that she felt the impact of the concrete under the ratty carpeting. "Dad!" "Whoa!" Sam and Dean yelled at the same time. Sam tried to help her up but she just pushed his arm off of her. She pushed herself up onto one elbow and flipped her hair out of her face to fix an icy hazel-green glare on John Winchester.
Carmen reached up and wiped a thin line of blood that she felt sliding down her chin. "You told me that you never knew about the supernatural until the night Mary was killed. But you know, I heard a rumor that before Mary married you, she was a damn good Hunter herself." Carmen said in a calm even tone. She registered the shock on John's face and smirked. "Yeah. Mary Campbell came from a long line of Hunters. And Mary, well Mary wanted out of the game. And then she married you and had Sam and Dean and got exactly what she wanted. A normal life." Carmen said with a straight face as she stood up and looked John straight in the eyes.
"And now, you ask me to go with you so I can watch the same demon kill you that murdered your wife?" Carmen stressed looked back at Sam and Dean. She turned back to John and gave him her answer. "No, John. I won't go with you." Carmen said as she turned and picked up her knife. Carmen walked to the door and stopped. She placed her foot on a chair by the door and sheathed her knife. She then gave a small humorless laugh as she grabbed the door knob. "The irony in this is that Mary wanted out. Didn't want her children to grow up to be Hunters. But you forced them into the life anyway, didn't you? Goodbye John. Boys. I hope you find what you are looking for." Carmen said. She then opened the door and walked out.