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The nuns walked down hallway with a lit candle as they check to make sure that the students were asleep. When they came to one room one of the nuns opened the door and peeked inside. Once she saw the student was asleep the nun closed the door and continued on. When the nuns were far away the young girl from the said room looked at the door and made sure that the shadows were far away. Seeing that they were she quickly got out of bed; fully dressed and grabbed her bag from underneath her bed. Once she saw that she got everything he opened her window and started to walk over to the tree that was next to her room. She climbed down the tree and headed towards the gate. For a normal teenage girl it would have been hard to climb it but she was no normal teenager. With just one jump she was able to leap over with a twist and was able to land on the other side with ease. After making sure that she wasn't seen she took off into the darkness.
The said girl is name Rachael Helsing Winchester. She is 17, has long brown hair with green eyes and she is the Slayer. She is the youngest of John Winchesters kids but isn't Mary's child. Her mother's name was Lizzy Helsing and she died when she was 15 years old and the Vatican of the Roman catholic church took her in as she had the mark of the Slayer. They wanted to train her; to be prepared her on how to take down monsters and demons.
For years she had been planning her escape from the place and finally put it into action. She was able to get a credit card and bought a plane ticket to the states. After landing in the one place that the Iscariot's wouldn't look she went and got a bus ticket. Rachael sat in the back of the bus listening to music on her iPod as she reread the letter her mother had left her. Her birth father's name is John Winchester and has two big brothers too name Dean and Sam. They pretty much did what she and her mother did, hunt monsters and save people lives. It turns out that her mom wanted her to live with them. Her mother didn't trust the Iscariot's as they knew that they were just going to use her as a weapon.
None of them knew that she existed. Apparently it was a one night stand and her mother got pregnant with her and never told the guy. She even wrote a letter for John to explain everything. Rachael didn't really care if they wanted her in the family or not. She was seventeen and a half years old and will be turning eighteen in two months. So she was almost an adult and could take care of herself. Her mother even left her with a lot of money in her will to live off of, so she was good. Though a part of her did want to get to know them as they were her father and brothers.
She had tried many times calling her dad during her trip but the jackass wouldn't answer and she didn't want to leave a message. Fuck no! So the only place she could think of is to go to a family friend of his and see if he knew where either her father or brothers were, Bobby Singer. Her mother wrote it down as a place to go if she was having a hard time finding her dad. That made her smile. Her mother always knew how to plan ahead for her. When her stop was shown she grabbed her bags and got off the bus. After asking directions to the place Rachael headed down the road and after a mile she ended up at a house with a junk yard. She walked up the steps and started knocking on the door.
"Ya, what are you doing on my property?" He said with a little attitude
Rachael brushed it off and wore a blank face mask.
"Bobby Singers." She stated
"Ya, and I'll say it again what do you want." He said
"I was wondering if you knew where my dad is. His name is John Winchester." She said
That got his attention and stepped outside.
"John Winchester has no daughter. What game are you playing here, kid?" He glared
She glared back and handed him the letter her mother wrote to her. Bobby read it and mentally cured John for his mistakes. He looked back at her and now that he actually looked at her she did resemble some parts of John, especially her glare, her eyes and her hair. She was defiantly a Winchester.
"Come inside." He said "Sorry to say this but I have no idea where your father is or know how to reach him anymore. But I could call your older brother Dean."
"That'll be fine." She said
She walked into what looked to be the library, kind of, and saw a bunch of lore books everywhere along with bottles of alcohol. When Bobby walked in he saw her reading one and he tried to make up an excuse but she stop him half way.
"It's alright, I've been learning about the supernatural life since I was three by my mother. Its' what happens when you are the Slayer." She said
"The what?" He asked
"The Slayer. The chosen one. The whole distend to face and fight the darkness thing. I would have guessed being a hunter you would have known that by now." She said
"I know what the Slayer is but I always thought she was just a myth." He said
"Nope. The Slayer bloodline has been in my family for many generations and always passes down to the first born daughter. My grandmother was the Slayer, then my mother was and I'm next to take her place. I guess my father knew how to pick them." She said
"I guess. I was able to get ahold of Dean and he said he'll be here either tomorrow or the day after that. You're welcome to stay the night here if you like." He said
"Thank you." She said
When night came he showed her the spare room she could stay in. It wasn't much but she wasn't raised spoiled and thanked him again. Placing her bags on the bed and took out some pajamas. It was still hot so she took out her old cropped T-shirt that had Harley Quinn and the Joker on it and batman pajama shorts. After she was done she put her bags on floor and lay down on the bed. She looked at the moon and fiddle with her sliver cross that had a five pentagram behind it. Her mother gave it to her as a family heirloom. Passed down to Slayer to Slayer. She really missed her and wished that she was still around.
"I really miss you mama." She whispered "Give me the strength to face the demons when I am alone."
With that said she placed her blankets over her and went to sleep.
She could feel herself falling from a tower as her hair and dress was billowing in the wind. Out of instincts she reached out her hand out to something that looked like it coming for her. She couldn't see what it was but she heard someone crying out a name and flaps of what sounded like a million bat wings filling her ears. The blur vision in front of her started to clear a little and before she could see who it was the ground swallowed her whole.
Rachael jumped in her sleep as she woke up from her strange dream and saw that it was morning and in a strange room. She looked around and then remembered that she was at her father's friend's house. After lying in bed for a few more minutes Rachael got up and went to take a shower.
For as long as she could remember Rachael has been having these strange dreams since her childhood. She was either a princess or a warrior, about ten years old and was married, she believed. At first she was masqueraded as a boy by the age of ten and was in some kind of war camp. There she fought and killed. Then when she got older she fell in love with her only friend that knew her secret and kept her safe. Then it went on with them getting married and having a child together. In the dreams whenever she tries to get a glimpse of the so call man she wakes up. Her mother told her that she could have visions of the past Slayers so she believed that must be it. But it felt more personal than that; like she actually lived that life before. Shaken her head in disbelief she finished her shower and started drying herself.
After she was done she took a look at herself in mirror and saw how long her dark brown hair was. It was already half way down to her waist. Then she notice how her body had changed. She was thin with no trace of body fat anywhere, could almost see the muscle underneath her light tan skin, and her breasts were a good size 32C. There were a few scars from her hunts here and there but she didn't care.
Digging into her bag she pulled out a matching pair of black lace underwear and bar. Then put on some long black bleached out skinny jeans, a black tan top that says 'There are two types of people in the world…and I hate them both'. After that she put on some black socks and her black combat boots on. When she dried out her hair and put in a French braid. She put on a little bit of make-up and put everything back in her bag before putting them in her spare room.
When she went downstairs she noticed that Bobby was still asleep and thought of being a good guest she went to make breakfast. She didn't know what kind of breakfast he would like so she just made scramble eggs, cooked ham, cooked potatoes and toast. When put out the orange juice Bobby came down after smelling something good coming from the kitchen. He hadn't smelled smell something that good since his wife's cooking. He saw the food on the table and he was shock and surprised that Rachael was the one that made it.
"You're up early." He said as he sat down at the table where a made plate was.
"I've always been an early person. Even at the time when I had school and I had a late hunt I still wake up without feeling tired." She said when she made her own plate and sat down at the table with him. "I hope you don't mind but I always made breakfast for my mom. It's kind of a habit."
"Not at all, but it kind of makes me feel guilty since I'm the host. It smells good though." He said
Rachael smiled a little at the comment and started eating her own food. It was a quite meal but she didn't mind. After Bobby had his fill with his seconds Rachael started to pick up the plates and went to clean up. But Bobby stopped her and said he'll do it. This lead to a show down when Rachael wasn't backing down. So she came with a solution that they'll share the cleaning. Bobby didn't like it but he knew he couldn't argue with her. She was stubborn as a Winchester that's for sure. At least she was willing to help clean her messes up, unlike her brothers.
When they were done cleaning Bobby told her that Dean called again and wasn't going to be there until maybe in the late afternoon so she had some time to kill. She started out cleaning her guns and sharping her blades, that took her about two hours and went to do her online homework. She able to get into an online school so she could finish her year and get her GHD. By the time she finished her essay in History she heard a loud engine entering Bobby's lot. Looking out her window she saw guy in his mid-twenties, short brown hair and wore an old black leather jacket existing out of a classic Impala. She cringed at the sudden mullet metal music and hoped that that's not the only music he listens to. For metal music she's more into the 21st century metal music along with other different types of music. When he went inside she quietly walked towards the stairs to hear what they were saying.
"So Bobby what did you want to talk to me about?" Dean asked
"Well I know this is going to be a lot to take in but yesterday a young girl came by asking where your dad was. She claims that she is his daughter." Bobby said
If Dean was drinking water right now he would be choking when he said that. Daughter? Is it possible that he has a sister out there?
"Come on Bobby, you didn't fall for it did you?" Dean said
"Not until I read the letter that her mother left her. I did some researching and the math. And…I do remember your dad talking about a Lizzy Helsing in Louisiana." Bobby said
"I remember hearing that name but I also remember that he couldn't stand her with that temper of hers." Dean said
Now normally Rachael wouldn't let anyone bad talk about her mom but she didn't deny that part. Her moms' temper was legendary back home.
"Well I think there might have been some sparks between them for them make her." Bobby said
Both Rachael and Dean made a disgust face at that part. Then Dean slid his hand through his hair and rubbed the back of his neck.
"So if…and I mean IF…she is my sister than what am I supposed to do? Drag her down this hellhole world we live in?" Dean asked
"She knows about the supernatural world and her mom has been teaching her how to hunt. She's also the Slayer so she can't really get out of this." Bobby said
"I taught she was a myth." Dean said
"Nope, I've seen it myself yesterday. She's the real deal Dean." Bobby said
"Where is she?" Dean asked
That's when Rachael decided to make her appearance and cleared her throat.
"Have you been listening the whole time?" Bobby asked in annoyance
"It comes with the job." She said as she walked down the steps. "Stealth, silence and awareness of your surroundings, which you two are lack of." Then she looked at Dean, her now big brother. "So…hi. I'm Rachael Helsing Winchester. Your sister."
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She could feel her life slipping away little by little by each breath she took. Her body was brought in a tight embrace as someone cried for her. He begged her not to go where he couldn't follow. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes and weakly placed a hand on his cheek.
"There's still some time left. I want you to drink my blood." She said
"No. I can't. Please don't." He said "I can't take your life away."
"My life is already lost but our sons are not. Please. Do it now!" She cried
Couldn't ignore the thirst any longer he sank his fangs into her neck, taking away her life.
Rachael jolted a little in her sleep and saw that she was in her brother's Dean's car. After getting to know each other two days ago Dean had agreed to take her with him to find their dad. Though Dean wanted to make a stop at Stanford University first. He wanted Sam to come along and get to know her too since she's his sister too. From what he had told her Sam wanted to live a normal safe life and go to school. That led to a big fight between Sam and their dad and he just left.
Ever since she was three she was told that she had a destiny and had been trained and bred to fight monsters. Fighting was all she knew. She had tried the normal life before and rather be fighting monsters. That felt normal to her.
"Hey kid, you okay? Look liked you had a nightmare." Dean asked while driving
"Just a dream, nothing else." She said and stretched out her body a little in the passenger seat. "How much further?"
"About five minutes away." He said
He pulled up to the school and parked in the lot where Sam's dorm was. He went in to go get him while she stayed behind and watched the car. That made her rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe how much Dean loved his car and how he thought of it as a living person. She had a fun time teasing him about it and kept saying that the car was an It instead of her like he does. She had seen girls from her old schools always teasing and picking on their siblings and believed it was something they were supposed to do. Now she knows why they do it. It was fun and easy to do if you know what button to push.
Getting bored in the car she got out and went to sit on top of the roof and looked at the stars for a while.
"What did I tell you about sitting on Babies roof?" Dean glared
"Not to do it. But it has a better view than the seat does." She said plainly and looked at the sky.
Then she smirked when he kept glaring at her and told her to get off Babies roof.
"Oh please, I didn't bend its roof." She scoffed and rolled her eyes
"Her." Dean said
"It." She challenged
"Her." He said
"It." She smirked
"Dean who is she? She looks a little young for your taste." Sam said trying not to laugh at their argument.
Then he saw them both make a disgusted look and that made him curious.
"Ew, that's gross. He's too old and so not my type." Rachael said
"Hey I'm only 26. And what do you mean I'm not your type. I'm ever ladies type." Dean said sounding offended
"The fact that you have no class or manners and you listen to mullet music, you will never be my type." She smirked
"Bitch." Dean said
"Cunt." She said
"I like her." Sam smiled
"Well good because cause apparently to her mother she's our little sister." Dean said
Sam face froze into shock. They had a little sister that they didn't know about and his brother is bringing her in this world.
"Dean, are you crazy? Why are you bring her into this stuff?!" Sam glared at Dean
He didn't like this. If she was their sister he didn't want her to know the life they were raised in.
"Wow, hold it okay. Trust me I wouldn't have brought her along if she didn't know what we do. She already knew about this stuff since she was three. She and her mom are actually Slayers." Dean said
"What?" Sam said
"Oh for fuck sake, yes I'm the Slayer. Is it that hard to believe?" Rachael asked "So are you coming with us to fine dad or not?"
"What was he hunting?" Sam asked
