"I heard the crunch of gravel from my second floor bedroom, the home I lived in was over one hundred years old but stood proud and long through the years. I went into the room beside my own and saw a shiny black '67 Impala pull up into the parking area in front of the house. My foster parent weren't home so it was just me and my yellow kitty, Duckie. I furrowed my brows as two men to be in their early thirties climb out. The brown haired one looked at the address and looked to the black haired one and noddedThe darker one nodded and went to the porch I heard the doorbell ring. I ran down the spiral steps that led down into the living room and through the hall past the guinea pigs and hermit crab through the dining room and kitchen to the door where the two men stood. I could see them through the mostly glass door. I toyed with the dragon claw pendant on my necklace as I opened the door to them.
"Hi, I'm Dean Winchester and this is my brother Sam. We're looking for our cousin, Abigail; do you know where she is?" Dean asked, my heart stopped, I had family?
"I'm Abbi." I told him quietly. Dean looked to his taller brother, kinda wiggling his eyebrows. "Well hey Abbi, I'm your cousin Dean. Can we take a quick walk?" Dean asked.
"I'm not supposed to go anywhere unless my foster mom is home." I told him. He smiled charmingly.
"Well, I'm your oldest kin, so technically that makes me your legal guardian." He replied. I sighed. "Then where were you when I was four when I had to go into foster care?" I asked him in return. Dean looked to the ground.
"Listen, Abigail. Just take a walk with us, okay? We'll explain everything eventually. Just get some shoes on and a jacket, please?" Sam spoke up. I looked at him; he looked kindred, sincere, whilst Dean reminded me of a con man.
"Sure. Come on in while you wait." I told them, stepping away from the door. I went upstairs pulled on my boots and my hoodie. I walked downstairs and saw Sam and Dean in the hall, Dean was poking at my foster mother's guinea pigs.
"Careful they bite." As I warned him, the patchy guinea pig leapt forth and took a bite out of Dean. He jerked back, giving the guinea pig a glare. I rolled my eyes. I felt something soft and furry rub against my leg. I looked down and saw my orange cat Duckie. I smiled.
"Hey pretty girl." I said and picked her up. Dean looked at the cat.
"Is she yours?" He asked, I looked at him and nodded, Dean looked to Sam. I raised an eyebrow.
"Is there a problem with that, Dean?" I asked him, challenging him. He looked at me with a sort of satisfaction.
"Come on, let's get to that walk." Dean said. I put down Duckie and followed my cousins outside. I tightened my hoodie around me and zipped it up, the late October wind blew the few strands that had fallen out of my ponytail into my face. I hissed somewhat and tucked the golden strands back behind my ears.
We were a ways down the road when Dean started to talk, I was lagging behind them. The two were talking amongst themselves. I watched them intently, they had a brief argument, I could tell by their body language, but their voices were too low to hear what they were saying. Sam slowed down and started to walk beside me.
"Abbi, listen, Dean and I, we came to take you from here, and live with us." He said, slow, like he was talking to a child.
"I kind of figured that." I said. Sam looked down at me.
"I don't know if Dean will let you bring your cat. He doesn't like having animals in his car." Sam said, as though trying to get through my tough outer shell and at the soft inner
core by poking around to see what hurt me.
"If Duckie can't come I'm not coming, take it or leave it, Dean." I said, loud enough so he could hear me. He turned around.
"Does said cat have a carrier?" Dean asked snootily. I met eyes with him and nodded.
"Then she can come. But what on earth made you name your cat Duckie?" He asked, I smiled at him.
"I also want a Calico cat named Pickles, I just like weird names. When I write my nickname, I write it with an 'I' instead of a 'y.' Unusual is my thing." I told him, he took it with another somewhat impressed look.
"Yep you're a Winchester alright." He said. I rolled my eyes. We turned around and started walking back to the house. Crossing the road to the driveway I saw a cop car, and my foster mother, Miracle. I smiled and her and ran up the drive way to her.
"I'm fine, Miracle. I was with my cousins! We were on a walk. I guess I should've left a note for you." I told her. She only let out a sob and hugged me tightly.
"I was scared baby." She said quietly. I nodded and hugged her back.
"I'm okay, Miracle," I turned to Sam and Dean, the sheriff's deputy had stopped them from approaching me and Miracle. "Those are your cousins, baby? I suppose they came to take you into their custody. I knew this wouldn't last. It's okay, Murphy, let them boys come over here so I can take them inside and talk!" Miracle called to the deputy. He nodded and turned to the side, Sam and Dean came over to us and Miracle shook their hands. She faltered when she shook Sam's hand, I narrowed my eyes somewhat.
"I'll go on inside and you can get the papers, Sam, since you're better with the whole legal system and such." Dean said, thumping his brother's shoulder. Sam gave him a somewhat sassy look. I smiled.
"I'll stay out here with you, Sam." I told him. He looked at me with those kind chocolate eyes and smiled. I decided I liked him, a lot. Sam opened the car door and ducked inside I walked over to the sexy classic Impala and leaned against it lightly.
"This is a real nice car. You guys take real good care of it. There's an Impala maybe a year older down the road, just sitting out in the front yard, rusting. Every time I see that poor car my heart breaks." I told Sam.
"Yeah, you and Dean are going to get along fine." Sam said simply. I smiled, laughing at the small curt comment.
"You think cuz so far it seems like we're butting heads." I told him, Sam smiled.
"That's Dean for you." He replied. I smiled, Sam stood up, a thin stack of papers in his hands. He closed the door and I lead the way inside. I was greeted by Duckie who meowed and rubbed against my legs. I smiled, crouching down I petted her impossibly soft fur. Her fur had kept the same texture as kitten fuzz but had changed into the full grown cat hair. I loved my Duckie very much.
I followed Sam into the living room where I sat down next to Miracle. She gave me a quick hug. My loving foster mother pulled back, petting my golden hair with tears in her eyes.
"Oh I wish I could keep you, you beautiful little angel, but, I feel Sam and Dean are going t be just fine at taking care of you. But I do want you to have this." She stood up and went over to her wallet and pulled out a card.
"Here just in case you three get low on funds, I'm basically an untapped well. I've been saving and investing my whole life, waiting for the right person to hand it out to." Miracle told me, I smiled, tears in my eyes. I stood up and hugged her. She was the best mother I ever had. Sam and Dean stayed for the night; we were leaving in the morning.
I was getting packed and ready to go the next morning, Duckie asleep in her carrier. I heard someone coming up the steps. I was looking at a picture of me and one of my foster brothers. He had been adopted.
"You ready to go, Abs?" I heard Dean's voice. I turned around, nodding.
"Yeah, sure." I said, Dean grabbed my bag and I picked up Duckie's carrier and we went downstairs. Miracle stood at the base of the steps I put Duckie down and hugged Miracle.
"Thank you so much, for being my mother, Miracle." I told her. She laughed some and rocked us gently.
"You're welcome baby, and if you ever want to come see me, don't be a stranger, ya hear?" She told me with her lulling southern charm.
"I understand." I told her. She let me go I picked Duckie and followed Sam and Dean outside and into the car. Pulling out I watched the majestic old house shrink into the horizon. I felt eyes on the back of my neck. Turning around I found it was Dean who was glimpsing at me from the road.
"I just have one thing to say to you as a warning, Abs. Things are gunna get crazy." He told me.