Okay, so yes this chapter is a narrative, and yes this chapter is odd, but give it a chance.
What if Sam and Dean had had a run in with some of our favorite Mystic Falls characters in their childhoods, and I don't particularly like Sam a whole lot, because personally I think he's completely ungrateful and childish at times, but I decided to make this a love interest for Sam. The narrator is my own character, I do not own Vampire Diaries or Supernatural, just Rachel. Anyways, this is the only chapter that will probably ever be a narrative, and if it ever goes back to being one, I'll surely warn you beforehand. Anyways, please give this a chance. For those of you still interested in Trust Is Earned, I know I'm sorry that I haven't written any of that in a while, it's just that this has been on my mind for a while now and has been itching to break free. Please, read and review, reviews are love and it will give me more inspiration to update those stories that I have not finished yet. I will finish them I promise, I hate when people don't finish their stories, it's annoying, because it's like you're ready to find out what happens next and it never comes. Anyways, read and review. I know I repeated myself for the millionth time, but I don't care much. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Similarities"Hey, Rache!" My friend comes up to me in an uncharacteristically good mood.
"What is it Meredith I ask." Meredith Fell, she's the popular girl in Mystic Falls High, not that I would expect anything else from her. She is after all gorgeous and likes to claim a new guy every few weeks. She's had her eyes set on the new guy. He just moved here with his family. No one really knows his story, and it's pretty sketchy if you ask her or anyone with sensibility and logic, but obviously that's not Meredith Fell. She's been drooling over this guy for weeks. He's completely gorgeous, anyone with eyes could see that. He's completely devoted to family and yet even though he has a dorky ass younger brother, he's still one of the coolest kids in the school. No doubt his personality is the reason behind his sporadic popularity. This voice is her "join me in a double date" voice. "When is it?" I ask. Not that I actually have any plans. My Uncle Zach is such a recluse. He spends all his time obsessing over what the council doesn't really seem to care about anymore. Vampires. I guess it has to do with the fact that we're Salvatores, we're supposedly related to some old vampires, not that I've ever seen them or want to for that matter. I've heard that these two are brothers and are in fact on a whirlwind of chaos and destruction, and anyone who gets caught up with them die. I haven't heard any good things about one of them, the older one, the younger one however, I've heard he can be quite reasonable at times, who am I to argue with that, though. I don't particularly want to test either of those theories. They supposedly show up ever few decades or so, and I am praying beyond belief that they do not show up during my lifetime or that of my children's.
"Hey, you know me so well. Anyways, I finally scored a date with Dean Winchester, but unfortunately he can't leave his little brother behind because their father is out of town, so I was wondering if you'd like to get to know someone your age. I mean you're both fourteen and in the senior class. You're both prodigies and you're both recluses. The date is tonight after school, let me know." She addresses.
Meredith Fell, she's not too bad herself when it comes to academics, but she only wants to do just enough to show that she can follow in her family's footsteps and take her place as a doctor of this town. She's eighteen and has always been the best friend I could ever have asked for. I nod in agreement and her squeal and hug alongside some positive, grateful murmurs are enough to brighten my "Ehhh" mood. I smile and laugh, "Just to be clear I am not a recluse and I go with you on all your dates whenever you're in need of a third wheel." I say.
She narrows her eyes at me, "Oh don't pretend that you don't like it."
"I like it because we share the same classes and while you're off with Dean Winchester, Sam and I can study." I say.
"Well, either way, don't scare the kid off, even a man with that brain is still as immature as all hell. So don't you go scaring him off before Dean and I hit it off." She warns.
I can't help but laugh at that. I've barely seen Sam since him and his brother moved to town, but from those times that we have crossed paths we've gotten along fairly well. I've seen him in class, we share history together. He's kind and brilliant.
"Dean, hey, didn't realize that you'd be here to pick me up so early." I hear Meredith's surprised voice resound from the doorway.
"Ten minutes early is on time." Dean responds cockily.
"Not in date talk." She whines. She quickly shuts the door and rushes past me up her stairs and into her bathroom to finish her hair and makeup. I'm done and so I wander over to the door.
"Hello." I say as I open the door.
"You're Rachel, right?" He asks me kindly. Well, if nothing else, this guy sure does know how to be polite. I nod, and he continues, "I wanted to thank you for being willing to come along. I realize that going out with two eighteen year olds can be annoying, but judging by yours and my brother's reputations you'll both get along well."
I nod, "I'm bringing all my school stuff, I thought that Sam and I could study."
"He's in the car right now, if you want to join him. You two can get acquainted while we wait on Meredith." He suggests.
I nod, "Okay, that sounds cool." I say. I wander out of the front door and into the old, muscle Chevy. Damn, if this car isn't as nice or nicer than the old Chevy Camaro in the garage at the boarding house. Supposedly that car belongs to my vampire uncle Damon or whatever the hell his name is. Uncle Zach takes it out for a routine drive and cleans and maintains it. He says that it's part of his duties as the house doesn't belong to any of us, but to Damon. In order live there or live period we must do his work. My gosh, if I ever did meet this vampire uncle of mine, I think I'd outright kill him, just for what he's been doing to my family over the decades. It's not right, and in any case he sounds like a real piece of work and a psychopath.
"Sam?" I say as I knock on the cracked window. Apparently he had the same idea as I did, because he's bent over his backpack, searching for something. He looks up and his eyes grow wide in surprise.
"Oh, Rachel, hi." He says. He opens the door and stumbles out of it. Obviously his backpack didn't make the task so easy for him. I give a small smile at that and he quickly straightens himself.
"Sam. It's good to be formally introduced to you." I say.
"Likewise. I thought that maybe we could study for the big test coming up." He suggests.
"I thought that same thing too. I brought all my books with me." I say, turning slightly so he could see the backpack on my shoulders.
He nods, "Oh, well, why don't you take that off and get in the back seat with me. We can spread our study material out, while Meredith and my brother are watching that movie at the drive-in." He suggests.
I frown at nothing in particular. "Okay." I smile and do as he suggested.
"I just love the drive-in." Meredith says as she looks at Dean. "Love this car by the way."
"Thanks, it was my dad's until he gave it to me when I turned eighteen. He bought a big truck so, he could drive around whenever he goes on business."
"He goes on business a lot?" Meredith asks.
Dean nods, "Yeah, but it's all good, because then that means I get everything to myself back at the motel."
Meredith frowns. I can't help but frown at that as well and I spare a quick glance at the two eighteen year olds in the front seat, fully facing each other now.
Before I can eavesdrop on more of their conversation, Sam clears his throat, breaking my concentration. I give him a confused look. "Would you like to take a walk?" He asks.
I nod, and together we get out of the car. "Don't go far, Sammy." I hear Dean's parental side come out just a little bit. So the rumors are true, he's practically a parent to Sam. That's both admirable and sad at the same time. I don't comment, but it does help me understand Sam Winchester all the more.
Sam just sighs and rolls his eyes, "Sure, whatever, Dean." We walk to the snack bar, completely leaving the sight of the car.
"I'm sorry about my brother, I know he can me insufferable."
I tip an eyebrow at that, "No, no, trust me there's nothing to be sorry for, your brother cares about you that's all."
"Have you ever felt that names and family lineage is stupid?" The question is so abrupt, that I can't help but choke at that.
"I'm sorry."
"It's nothing, it's just that my dad makes this case about how we should always follow the Winchester way, how there's family business that always must come first and always must remain a secret." Sam sighs, sitting down on the curb just outside of the snack bar.
I sit beside him, "Believe it or not, I do know how it feels to be involved in something, because of family that I'd rather with all my heart stay away from."
"You and I could just run away, start a new life, free from all this stuff." Somehow I think he's serious and making a morbid joke at the same time. Surely, his life can't be so bad with a loving brother like Dean at his side.
"What's your secret, it can't be that bad. Certainly not as bad as mine."
He frowns, "I can't tell anyone, that's part of the family business."
Oh, gosh does this kid have vampire family members as well? I can't bring myself to laugh at that thought, even though the thought was meant to be sarcastic.
"I promise to tell you mine, if you tell me yours." I placate.
"What does it matter anyways, I'll just be gone in a few weeks at most. There's no point in us becoming friends, I'll leave anyways."
"That's not how you should live your life. My family is brought down by what my family likes to call a demonic curse, so our family motto is to bring a good time with us, not go looking for one." I say as brightly as I can, truth is, this boy is just repeating my own thoughts back to me. I'm miserable, I just don't outwardly show it.
He seems to take that in, and he sighs, "My father hunts things."
I frown, "What kinds of things. People hunt deer all the time. There's even mountain lions around here."
"No, as in things of the dark, things of horror stories, monsters, demons." He states.
"Oh." I say.
He looks over at me and frowns, confused, "You're not freaking out."
"I live in a town that fights the supernatural, it's not that surprising, when I've been hearing that monsters were real since I was four."
He seems to think about that, "Have you ever seen a monster?"
"No, but according to my specific family history here, I'm related to some, so I can't really deny it, can I?" Who knows maybe this boy and his family will help me take care of my vampire uncles, something my family has been too afraid to do since the nineteen fifties.
"You're related to monsters?" He asks.
"Yeah, supposedly, they're from the 1800s, I've never seen them myself but I've heard of them enough to know that I never want to get that chance."
"How about this, in four years when both of us are able, we run, far away, and find each other. We can both start a normal life." He says.
I actually think I might take him seriously on that, but then my logical and practical side gets the better of me, "My family has been a part of this town since the very beginning, I can't just ignore my heritage, no more than you can ignore yours. You have a brother, who loves you, and a dad that seems like he's a superhero, I have a wonderful uncle and friendships so deep and strong, that they've practically become my family, I couldn't ever leave that behind, and you shouldn't want to leave what you have either."
He sighs, "Yeah, whatever." He closes off, "I'm still leaving first chance I get."
I nod at that, "If I could I'd join you."
He gives me a serious expression, "I wish you could."
"Me too."