Three Years later…
AN: I had a random thought about what was going to happen to Ben and Lisa since they now don't remember a single thing about Dean. And now I have this. Its three years after Cas whitewashed their memories and here's a shocker. It's in first person. BUM BUM BUUUUMMM! Well please comment and tell me what you think.
I had just driven up to the motel we were going to be staying in for this case. Not much of a case really. I knew it was more likely than a vampire nest feeding on innocent bystanders. Dad always had to check it out though. By that I mean he always checked out for other solutions and junk like that. We were in Cicero, Indiana. Not a bad looking town, but I would much rather be somewhere…no, anywhere else.
"Liz! Get out of the car! I got our room!" Dad yelled from the entrance. He was such a dork.
"Coming!" I yelled back. I opened the glove box of my 1969 Chevrolet Impala SS, and pulled out the picture of my mom. I whisper, "Still alive…don't worry I won't let him get killed. I'm only sixteen. I can't really do the job without his help." I laughed a little. "Miss you…" I put the picture back and slammed the glove box shut. The room was like every other room we stayed in. It was a corner room on the ground floor nearest to the fire escape. It was shabby and kind of dirty. Mom would have hated it. She would have said she would rather sleep in the car than in this dump. She was funny like that. "Here's your bed." Dad said as he slammed my stuff on the bed closest to the window. "Don't forget you have school tomorrow." "Really? I have to go to school when we're only going to be here for a week maybe two." "Your mother wanted you to get an education and you are going to get one." "But school is for people not like me and you Dad. You went to school because Grandma and Grandpa wanted you to have a normal life. They put you up for adoption because they wanted you to be normal. Campbell's are hunters. No matter how far we run we can't not be hunters Dad. School is for the unknowing…we know too much." "Your mother wanted you to live a somewhat normal life…this is all I can do to think I'm doing what she wants."He pulled that card again. He knew I couldn't say no to that. Dad's parents had given him up so he could live a normal apple pie life. Obviously it didn't work because we were on the road now. After my mom, Josie Colt was her maiden name, died from a bunch of crazy Jinn he was never the same. He says he's fine but it's a lie like most of the stuff he says. Usually the lies are to the Feds and not me though.
"Fine. I'll go to school, but I swear to god that if anyone calls me the knife freak or the anatomy wiz I will be expelled from the school." I had to force it through my teeth.
"Why would you be expelled?"
"Dad, really? Have you seen what we do for a living? I could skin every last one of them alive before they knew I had a knife."
"You do have a bit of a short temper…just like your mother…" He said the last part as a whisper trying to make it to where she couldn't hear it, but she did.
We started unpacking all the gear. And there was a lot of it. Recently Dad has been comparing me to mom more than usual. I can't help but feel like there is something he's not telling me. I ran through all the information I knew about the both of them.
Mom was a Colt. She knew about the stuff that goes bump in the night before she could talk. She enjoyed the job but she was scared at how good she was at it. She always told me "Anything in a hunters hands is a weapon." I kept that to heart. It's usually how I stay alive. Use anything and everything as a weapon. My mom was one of the smartest people I ever knew.
Dad is a Campbell. He didn't know about the dark till a demon tried to kill him because he is a Campbell. He was good at the job, but Mom was always better. Dad is the expert for forging stuff though. He's been trying to teach me how to do it right. I'm kind of slow on the forging. I'm a better actress than a forger.
Forger…oddly it made me think of Foreigner. Sorry, really tired. I was just driving in my car, alone, for almost sixteen hours. Back on topic, I had no idea what was wrong with him. I glanced at the clock. It was almost 9:15.
"Liz, you should get ready for bed." Dad said breaking the silence.
"Why? It's only 9:15."
"You need some sleep for school. I don't think you'll like getting up at around 7-ish."
I needed a shower any way so I walked to the bathroom with my clothes for tomorrow, knowing there was no way on earth I'd be ready unless I wore my clothes to bed. I turned the shower on and let it steam up for a while. It was nice to relax a bit, even if it was in a cheap ass motel room.
I finished my shower and got dressed. By the time I got out Dad had already ordered Chinese trying to make up for making me go to school. It was about 10 when the food got to the motel. I scarfed down all of mine in about five minutes. We were both going to bed pretty early. It was almost 10:15 and we weren't trying to kill something.
I curled up in the blankets that were on the bed. Dad turned out all the lights. He turned on the TV. I couldn't go to sleep for another two hours due to Dad's obsession with sleeping with the tube on. You think you'd get used to it, but you really don't. It's an inconvenient pain in the ass.
POST AN: So here's the first chapter of my new story. Any confusion Liz and her dad are OC. Comment and tell me what you think! P.S. I don't own the Asia song Heat of the Moment. I just thought it fit.
