Back In Time; Chapter 1
Continued from the An Unexpected Friend & Pretty Tied Up quizzes from Addicted To Supernatural on Facebook.
You sit in your living room in Great Falls, Montana staring at the pairs of eyes that are all staring back at you. John, Sam, Dean, Jo, Ellen, Bobby & Cass all anxiously await the beginning of your story that is sure to set everyone on edge. A detailed account of your long history starting from 1936.
"I guess I'll start off in 1936. I was just about to turn 16 when I got into the biggest fight I'd ever had with my father. He'd refused to take me on a hunt, told me it was too dangerous for me. He'd been taking me with him on small hunts ever since I was 14, and I was convinced I was old enough to handle whatever he was up against. He was determined that I would not be coming and slammed the door in my face, racing down the driveway before I could follow. " You begin slowly.
Great Falls, Montana; January 9, 1936
"Now, now love. You know your father is just trying to protect you." My mother spoke from the kitchen doorway. "He can't protect me forever mother." I muttered angrily heading back up the stairs to my room. I absolutely refused to talk to my father for days after that. In 1936 at 15 about to turn 16 I was considered an adult and I was determined to have my parents see it that way. They didn't of course. The day of my 16th birthday it had been two weeks since I'd talked to my dad when he appeared in my doorway.
"May I come in?" He asked after a quick knock on the open door. " I guess so." I replied not looking up from the book I was reading. He moved to the chair near the end of my bed and paused. "I'd like to explain to you why that hunt was too dangerous, if you'd like to hear it." He stated. "Alright." I answered finally putting my book down. "I was hunting a demon named Lilith. She's supposedly rather important to the big guy downstairs, and immediately recognizable by her white eyes. Even I was in over my head, in fact your uncle Hunt told me to leave her alone until we knew more. I of course didn't listen and not only did I get my own ass kicked but I royally pissed her off." He explained keeping eye contact with me. "Fine. I guess I can accept that, but dad, you can't protect me forever." I stated moving to the edge of my bed. "I know that, and that's another reason I've come up here. I've discussed it with your mother and we've agreed we think you're ready.." He paused. "Ready?" I asked "To become a hunter, full time." He continued. "REALLY!" I shrieked jumping up to hug him. "Yes, and every hunter needs a reliable weapon, so happy birthday." He finished presenting me with a custom 1911 Texas Ranger Colt. "Dad, it's..it's amazing! Thank You!" I exclaimed holding it gently in my hands.
"Wow, so you've had that gun a long time. You carried that around with you at all times when I met you." John whispered. "She still does." Sam, Dean & Cass all reply. "It's the last thing my parents ever gave to me." You reply quietly. "So what happened next?" Bobby asks.
That night I heard screaming downstairs, I grabbed my new present and ran downstairs. My mom was throwing my dad around our kitchen like a rag doll, my eyes locked on his shotgun on the ground and I knew that something more than the obvious was wrong. I fired off a few shots hoping to distract her, and she turned on me. Which is when I saw her white eyes, my dad tried getting up and grabbing the shotgun and as he did she turned back on him, ripping the shotgun away from his grasp and firing off a few rounds of her own into his chest. I ran over and pleaded with him to stay with me; "Daddy, Dad please you can't leave me! I need you please! " I begged. She rounded on me, picked me up and threw me through the kitchen window. I got up and shook off the glass and raced in through the back door, just in time to see her rip his head clean off, turned the gun on herself and shot twice. Next thing I knew black smoke was escaping her mouth and my mothers lifeless body slumped to the floor next to my headless father.
I was devastated of course, and covered in blood, and unsure of how to explain this to anyone. So I did the only thing I could think of. I called my dad's best friend and fellow hunter. Hunter McKinley, known to me as uncle Hunt. "Wait! THE Hunter McKinley? He's damn well known in the hunting world." John asks. "I know, he's known for being one badass son of a bitch and he was, I hunted with him and lived with him for about 4 years." I replied continuing with the story.
He was devastated when he got to the house and saw what happened.
Great Falls, Montana; January 23, 1936: "(name)! (name)! Where are you?" Hunter demanded from the front door, panic in his voice. "In here." I muttered "Where's here honey? Tell me where you are?" He demanded again. "The kitchen..I'm in the kitchen" I muttered a little louder. I heard his boots on the floor, but I couldn't take my eyes off the bodies in front of me. "Holy.. what happened?!" Hunter demanded frozen in the kitchen entrance. "I couldn't stop it..heard screaming..came running." I stuttered out. He switched into crisis mode quickly, lifting me out of a large pool of blood and setting me down on the stairs. "Alright, I need you to snap out of it and listen to me, Do you understand?!" He demanded hands firm on my shoulders. I nodded weakly. "Go upstairs and clean up. Pack a bag; clothes and weapons, that's it! Burn what you're wearing, I'm going to do my best to clean up here, we're leaving as soon as I'm done. Go!" He instructed turning back towards the kitchen.
I slowly climbed the stairs and walked into the bathroom off of my room. Washed off the blood, burned my pyjamas , and wrapped a towel around myself. I got dressed quickly, an outfit I often wore hunting and quickly packed a bag. My dad's everyday use weapons were in his closet in my parents room, I closed my eyes and felt my way along to the closet, packed my favorites and grabbed a book from their bookshelf and closed the door.
By the time I was done, Hunter had salted & burned my parents bodies and was finishing disposing of all the evidence, he'd covered the broken window and washed the floor with bleach. Locking the back door he reached for my arm and towed me to his car. He didn't speak for several hours and when he did the question was simple & direct. "Do you know what happened?" Hunter asked quietly. "It was a demon.. Lilith I think. Dad was hunting her a few weeks ago, said she was one bad ass bitch and he thought he was in over his head, she was high level, something he wasn't ready for." I replied quickly. "How do you know it was Lilith?" Hunter demanded "Dad said she's immediately recognizable from her white eyes. When she turned on me, her eyes were pure white." I replied quietly. That was the last time we'd speak of the night of my 16th birthday for years.
By 1940, I had turned 20 and set out on my own from Hunter. I was determined to hunt Lilith down, and Hunter was sure it was a bad idea, so we parted ways. Later that year I met Dallas Saint. The first man I'd ever loved. We met hunting werewolves. Rocky Mountains, Colorado; 1940: "Alright you big furball, come out and play already. I'd like to get some sleep sometime soon." I muttered. As I took another step in the dense woods, I heard a snap behind me and spun around; gun raised to find myself face to face with a very fit and very tall man. "Who the hell are you?" I demanded not lowering my gun. "I could ask you the same thing little lady, the woods are no place for girls this late at night." The man drawled in a thick southern accent. "Do I look like I care what you think? Now I'm busy..go away." I snapped backing away. "Looking for unicorns?" He mocked. "Oh ha ha, very funny. Werewolves actually." I snapped again "You're hunting werewolves? You?!" he scoffed. "Yup..tougher than I look, now go away." I replied quickly losing my patience. "Well I'm hunting them too, so how about we team up? Two heads are better than one they say." He asked "I tend to work better alone, but I have a funny feeling you're not going away, so fine." I stated . We quickly became involved, and stayed together for nearly 5 years, but like everyone else around me he didn't understand my obsession with tracking down Lilith, and we grew apart, finally one day he told me he was leaving. Phoenix, Arizona; 1945: I heard the door to the hotel room shut and knew it was Dallas from the smell of his aftershave. "I think I may have a lead on Lilith, some hunters sent word saying they had a run in with a demon with white eyes about 20miles from here.." I spoke without looking up from the map in front of me. "I'm sure. Look we need to talk." He spoke calmly. "Mhm." I muttered not looking up. "I'm leaving." He continued quietly. "Okay, when will you be back, cause I was hoping to take off for this place tonight, we'll have to pick a meeting place and stuff." I rambled folding the map. "No, you don't understand. I'm leaving and not coming back. We've just grown apart, you're always distracted, consumed with Lilith.. I can't do it anymore." Dallas explained. "Well then leave. I'm not stopping you." I finally looked up, my face blank. I was so consumed with my own problems, that I barely noticed or cared when he walked out the door.
In 1946, the day of my 26th birthday to be specific, I walked into another hotel room and found I had a visitor. While I didn't know him exactly, there was a weird air of familiarity about him, and when he turned around I instantly recognized him as Michael. Salt Lake City, Utah; January 23, 1946: "Hello (name), it has been a very long time." He spoke calmly. "Yah, about 18 years or so right? You're Michael aren't you?" I asked calmly. "I am. We need to talk." He replied moving closer. "Is that so? And what exactly do we need to talk about?" I asked him sceptically. "Your future. There's a war that's to happen about 60 years from now and we need your help" He answered me sternly. "60 years from now I'll be 86.. I won't be in any shape to help in a war" I answered sarcastically. "Well that's what I'm here to talk to you about, God wants to change that. He wants to make you immortal, freeze you now in your prime so that when the war comes, you'll be around and in perfect shape to help" He replied tranquilly. "Wow, that's some idea, what exactly am I supposed to say to that?" I asked shocked. "Well we're hoping you say yes.. Make our jobs just that little bit easier" Michael answered moving closer. "God thinks I can help with this war that happens in 60 years? He thinks I'll make a difference?" I asked distressed. "Yes, he believes you will be a key in whether we win or lose" He answered matter of factly. "Well, I guess I can't really say no then, can I? Freeze me up." I answered flatly.
It was a simple process Michael moved to just a few inches in front of me, placed my hand on his heart , and placed one of his hands on my head, the other on my heart. Closed his eyes and let this bright light erupt from his hands, and when I opened my eyes he was gone. "So you've been 26 for 60 years?" Jo asked. "Yes." You reply. "Completely frozen in time?" Ellen asked. "Yes." You reply again. "What happened next?" Dean asks through a mouth full of potato chips.
Well after that things really quieted down on the supernatural front, so I took some time out from my obsession and did something constructive. I enrolled at Harvard University as one of the few women studying Medicine. I graduated with honours, and by the time 1958 rolled around I was a qualified doctor. After I earned that roll, I took off on the road again in my search for Lilith, never getting any closer. In 1963 I got bored and lonely and took off again to another medical school program, this time at Stanford University, under an assumed name of Arianna Sawyer. It was this time around that I met a girl named Camdyn Grace, who quickly became my best friend & roommate. She knew nothing of the hunting world and I worked hard to keep it from her. Hiding my weapons in secret places, sneaking in through windows late at night when I needed a release. She was in her mid twenties and like me a bit of an outsider. It was here at Stanford that I also met Dr. Edmund Price, he was my favourite professor and he also became my medical mentor. He was impressed with my knowledge of medicine and I often found myself spending late nights with him learning things far more advanced than other students in my classes. "Things you already knew." Sam piped up. "Ha ha, true, but no one else knew that." You laugh. I refused to date anyone throughout those times, determined to keep my focus. I tried to keep clear of trouble during this time but as a hunter trouble found me anyways, and late one night after leaving Dr. Price's lab I was attacked.
