Brotherly Love - A Supernatural Fan Fiction.
A/N: Hello everyone! Welcome to one of my first ever Supernatural Fan Fics! If you like this and are a fan of Twilight, Check out my other stories! Thanks!
Sister Fic. Sam and Dean Winchesters' middle sister Abby, wanted to follow Sam's footsteps and make a life of her own. She thought she was free of the demons that haunted her… She was wrong.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Abby.
Chapter One-
It happened again. Her dreams, her nightmares. The same horrifying one she's had for weeks. No matter what she's done, it's always the same. She can't stop it. Can't change it. She can only watch in horror as her world gets ripped apart.
A scream ripped through her throat as she jolted awake, the images of the dream still feeling all too real.
Her racing heart slowing as her eyes scanned the surrounding darkness, her mind slowly becoming aware that it was just a dream. The night's icy chill helped clear her mind further as she flung her blankets to the side, scrambling out of bed.
Padding across the cold bare wooden floor to the bathroom her mind was elsewhere. Thinking of the two brothers she left behind, she wondered if she'd done the right thing… Leaving the family business behind her for her 'normal' life.
'But Sam had done it too,' She rationalized. 'Going to Stanford, being a normal kid.' She never understood their dad's reasoning for not wanting him to leave, let alone herself. Perhaps she'll never know.
Gazing at her worn reflection in the harsh lights of the bathroom, she hardly recognized herself. Her blue eyes were tired and bloodshot, her skin darkened and puffy, her long brown hair that lost it's shine…consequences from too many restless nights.
After splashing some water on her face, she sighed making her way back to bed, unsure whether or not she'd even be able to get back to sleep. But she had to try.
When her alarm sounded a couple of hours later, she groaned, not wanting to get up, but knowing that she had to. The bills were not going to pay themselves.
She had attempted to sleep last night to no avail, debating on contacting her brothers about her dreams while she laid staring at the ceiling. Even if she did contact them, she knew what they would say.
They would tell her that they were just dreams… Nothing more… and that she was crazy. So she did nothing. She when about her normal day as if nothing happened, working at her own bar, occasionally singing on the side to make extra money. It wasn't the greatest job in the world, but it paid the bills.
She had no idea that everything was about to change.
The music was loud, the lights were bright and the newly twenty-one year olds were getting WAY too drunk. It was almost eleven when she had spotted two figures enter the bar. At her current location, hidden by shadows, she studied the two figures.
The tallest figure was lean, his shaggy brown hair hanging haphazardly in his face. Being the youngest of them all, she questioned why he was here and not at Stanford like he should be. Moving her eyes to the other figure, much shorter than the first, she knew he held all the answers. He always had. He was the protector, the caregiver, giving up so much to us younger siblings, and for that she was eternally grateful. But there was only one thing that weighed heavily on her mind.
Why were they here?
A/N: What do you think? Keep in mind that I've only seen a the first two seasons, and am gradually catching up with the rest of the shows, but I hope you'll give this story a shot. Thanks!