Hey! For all of you who don't know, this is a continuation of my story Winchester Trouble which is already on the FanFiction website. However you can read this and get the low down on what's already happened, without reading the first one – however if you are confused read the first one. Anyway hope you enjoy the opening scene, for technically episode two of Winchester Trouble. Please remember to review.
Disclaimer; I do not own Dean W, Sam W, Rufus, Bobby, or Castiel. However I do own; Claire W, Anna, Nick, Sarah, and Andrew.
Love and Anger – Sickness!
I remember in one of my classes, there was on line from a play that always stuck in my head; 'The fiercest anger of all, the most incurable, is that which rages in the place of dearest love,' – Chorus from Medea by Euripides. Up until now I didn't get it, but spending four months with Sam and Dean, really made me understand it.
The love both brothers had for each other, made them troop on, like a real army. It made me understand more that there was a war, somehow it made my head get round that fact easier.
I sat in the motel room eating a double cheese burger, watching Dean eat his, and watching Sam eat a salad whilst doing the usual reading on the laptop. I always ate on my bed reading a book that I bought at the local book store. But tonight I stopped and thought of the past four months.
Dean taught me how to load, fire, and make bullets for a gun. Sam taught me how to research effectively, and they both taught me self defence and how to clean and stitch wounds. I remember Dean turning around to me and saying, wow you got some kick in you kiddo as he taught me how to fight. I remember laughing and playfully punching him. Sam agreed and some nights I heard them say that I definatley had the, and I quote, Winchester gene.
We hadn't seen Castiel as much as we all hoped. But something told me he was doing something important. Every now and then Dean or I would dream about him, he would ask if we were safe, and say he is too busy to actually see us. I didn't mind but it really pissed Dean off.
I sighed and dug into my second burger, Dean looked at me with curious eyes. I gave him a look and he rolled his eyes whilst trying to chew, he didn't want to speak whilst eating because I told him to improve his table manners around me.
"You're eating more and more every time I look at you," Dean noted.
"Naturally," I responded. "Maybe it's because I am stuck inside all the time whilst you guys are out hunting," I remarked. I was ticked off, I wasn't aloud to go hunting because I hadn't completed research on Dad's journal and every monster out there. But I wanted hunting to be like an Apprenticeship. First hand accounts, actually experience the action and learn, and get payment of knowing the bad ass was dead.
"You know why…"
"You need to complete your homework," Sam smirked turning around so that I could fully see his smirking face.
"Can we talk about an Apprenticeship?" I asked bored of the thought of staying in a motel for one more day.
"No," Dean responded suddenly serious.
Sam tried not to smile as he spoke to me. "You know, you need to be well prepared! And beside's we have just finished wrapping up a case here, there are no ghosts to hunt in this town any more," Sam explained. Suddenly the phone in Dean's pocket rang. He answered it whilst filling his face with fries.
"Hello?" he said his face full of potato. His cheeky smile at me dropped when the voice at the other end told him some news. Sam stayed intent on looking at Dean's eyes as did I. "Sure, come over," Dean said gulping down food, and telling the voice our location.
"Bobby?" Sam asked after Dean had slowly put the phone back down on the table.
Dean nodded.
"Trouble?" Sam gulped.
"Yeah, it's Rufus," Dean said and his face told me bile had just risen in his mouth and swallowed it back down again.
"Ah!" Sam responded.
"Who's Rufus?" I asked obviously missing out on a story. I have heard about Bobby, they spoke off him as if he was a replacement father. Something told me that I would like Bobby.
"Rufus, is Bobby's friend," Sam reminded Dean.
"Oh and Bobby is a bit sensitive about the legs," Dean tried to explain to me. Again I seem to have missed another story, I would question them on it later. For some reason my food was having an argument with my stomach. I know I had been eating unhealthy since meeting my brothers, however I didn't think it would have this effect.
"Great," I said swallowing to try and force food down. I was halfway through my second burger and I put it down focusing on not being sick.
"You alright Claire?" Sam asked worried coming closer too me.
"Yep," I said trying to keep my mouth closed. "I will meet Bobby after I throw up," I said the last few words quicker than I wanted too, I leaped up from the bed and ran to the toilet violently throwing up. It wouldn't stop. In the end I sat like some drunk person with my head hung over the toilet seat. Eventually Sam came in with a cup of water and rubbed my back and Dean got fed up of the noise and held back my hair.
"Maybe we should take you to a doctor," Sam said worried.
"No," I protested.
"Maybe she should eat," Dean said shoving the rest of my cheese burger in my face. The smell attacked by nostrils like I was smelling petrol, I shoved Dean's hand out of the way and threw up again. "Or…not," Dean said looking at the toilet and suddenly looking a bit peaky himself.
"You ok?" Sam asked Dean trying not to laugh.
"Yep," Dean smiled back. I would have laughed at Dean's reaction, but I could only cope with a smile, but I think that is what my brother's were aiming for.
Suddenly there was a light tap on the motel door. Sam got up and left the bathroom to open the motel door, I weirdly missed him rubbing my back, but for some reason Dean decided to take over. "If you need to be sick be sick, let it all out now," Dean said giving me advice, I turned to look at him shocked. "Man I have seen monsters that look better than you right now," he said with his serious face but smirking when I weakly hit him.
"Do you mind telling me why the hell you have a teenage girl throwing up in your bathroom?" a middle aged man with a cap wheeled himself into the bathroom doorway and stared down at me confused.
"Hey Bobby," Dean smiled.
"Hey," Dean nodded. I didn't look at his legs, as they said, but I knew he was in a wheel chair.
"Hi," I said weakly suddenly feeling peaky again and throwing up in the toilet. I think all the contents of my stomach were nearly empty.
"Hey," Bobby coughed a little awkwardly.
"I think that's it now," I said knowing there was nothing left to throw up, as my blood sugar levels felt low.
"You sure?" Dean asked a little unsure himself.
"Yep," I nodded. Dean helped me up and Bobby wheeled himself out of the way – obviously being patient because his question hadn't been answered – and I sat at the dinning room table clutching my stomach. Sam handed me a washing up bowl from under the sink in case I need to be sick again.
"Now are you both gunna grow a pair and tell me who the heck she is?" Bobby asked his patience wearing thin.
"This is our sister, Claire," Sam said sitting on a seat next to me as I held my head with my hands.
"Sorry we didn't tell you," Dean said sitting on a chair near Bobby.
"Sorry? SORRY? You have hardly been in contact with me for four months and THIS is your excuse…her? I have been sat in a hospital bed on my own no visits, and this is why!" He said seeming extremely pissed, the tension in the air made me feel more ill.
I groaned as my stomach churned.
"What do you want us to say? Sorry we didn't give up our whole lives just to visit you? It's not as if I didn't contact you AT all! Or we have a freaking apocalypse on our hands! And she has a name you know, CLAIRE WINCHESTER! " Dean said starting to scream.
Bobby stopped as if to think through how he had reacted. "Sorry," he grumbled.
"Now," Dean said changing the subject and acting all alpha male. "What's up with Rufus?"
"He's in trouble, BIG trouble, a town swarmed with Demonic activity," Bobby carried on as if knowing his apology had been accepted.
"Dean," a familiar emotionless voice made me jump suddenly appearing behind me.
"YOU!" Bobby growled.
"Cas," Dean sighed relieved.