Summary: Blaire left with her father to go and find whatever killed her mother twenty-two years ago, leaving her older brother, Dean behind. When they're reunited, they discover dark secrets about their family. Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own Blaire Winchester. I don't own some of the lines used either.
A/N: Hi! Another sister!fic set from when John, Sam and Dean reunite in Season 1 (1x16). Blaire's destiny will become apparent as the stories go on.
WARNING: This may end up replacing the "Bloodlines" Series.
I HOPE YOU ENJOY!
The Paths We Tread
Chapter One
"Dad, is this a good idea?" Blaire asked as she sat at the table of the room her brothers were currently staying in, "You know…we might freak 'em out and get a bullet for it."
John chuckled and shook his head, turning to look at his damn beautiful daughter. She was like his wife, Mary in so many ways, and in the twenty-two years he'd had to care for her on his own he'd seen her blossom into a stunning young woman, headstrong, brave, feisty and hearty, bubbly, funny, highly skilled as a hunter and down to earth. She was a sarcastic little thing too at times. The twenty-four year old spun a knife in her hand, dark blonde hair tied in a ponytail, fringe covering her eyes as she looked at her father, deep green orbs hidden beneath it. Her long fingers tapped on the table impatiently, full lips pouting slightly as she thought. Her beige jacket brought out her green eyes, John always thought, the black tank top beneath it making the shape of her body stand out. John knew that men were always checking out his daughter and it made him feel sick, knowing they'd probably walk away having a gross fantasy about her. Her dark blue jeans were new, already fraying at the bottom from where her dark brown hunting boots had caught them when she'd been hunting. Her nostrils flared as she put the knife away, beautiful white teeth biting her bottom lip as she prepared herself to ask a question.
"Will…will the demon come do you think?"
Her father looked at her with warm eyes and shook his head.
"Probably not. Not until we're at our most vulnerable." He replied, "Your gun loaded?"
"Yes, sir." Blaire replied, taking out her hipflask and taking a drink.
"Whiskey doesn't help, Blaire." John said, Blaire shrugging.
"I know." She said, studying the ring she got for her christening as it rested on her middle finger, "I just like the stuff."
"Dean always did." John remarked, his daughter breathing a shaky sigh and nodding.
"He sure did."
That's when the door opened and Dean and Sam entered, seeing the outlines of the shapes in the dark.
"Hey!" Dean yelled, Sam turning on the lights.
Blaire looked up and John turned around Sam and Dean gasping in shock at who was standing in their motel room, the two people they'd been searching for, for all this time.
"Dad?" Dean asked, "Blaire?"
"Hey, boys." John said softly, moving towards Dean and holding him tight, Sam and Blaire watching sadly as their brother and father embraced, "Hi, Sam."
"Hey, Dad." Sam said, placing his bag of weapons on the floor.
"Blaire…" Dean breathed, looking at his sister with a sad expression, "Oh God…"
Blaire stepped closer and wound her arms around her big brother, kissing his cheek and sighing shakily.
"Hey, Dean." She whispered, smiling as Dean broke away and Sam approached her, "Hey, Sammy."
"Hi, Blaire." Sam said quietly, wrapping his arms around his older sister's much smaller form.
"Damn!" Blaire laughed, "Look at you, gigantor!"
Sam chuckled and kissed Blaire's head, happy to see his sister again after all this time.
"Dad, it was a trap." Dean said quietly, "I didn't know, I'm sorry."
"It's alright." John replied, "We thought it might've been."
"Were you there?" Dean asked, a little shocked.
"Yeah, I got there just in time to see the girl take the swan dive." John replied, "She was the bad guy, right?"
"Yes, sir." Dean and Sam replied, Blaire taking another swig of whiskey.
Dean watched with concern but it left his eyes immediately.
"Good. Well, it doesn't surprise me." John laughed, "It's tried to stop us before."
"The demon has?" Sam asked.
"It knows we're close." John replied.
"It knows we're gonna kill it." Blaire replied with a slight smile, "Not just exorcise it or send it back to hell…actually kill it."
"How?" Dean asked.
John and Blaire both smiled, the grins making Sam and Dean a little nervous.
"We're working on that." John answered.
"Let us come with you." Sam pleaded, "We'll help."
Dean gave his brother a warning look.
"No, Sam. Not yet. Just try to understand." John said softly, "This demon is a scary son of a bitch. I don't want you caught in a crossfire. I don't want you hurt."
"No, but it's okay for Blaire to go?" Dean asked, Blaire putting a hand up in response to calm her brother.
"It's alright, Dean. I just wait in the motel room," Blaire said, "I don't do any fighting really."
"Dad, you don't have to worry about us." Sam said, trying to settle the atmosphere before a fight broke out.
"Of course I do." John told him, "I'm your father."
He paused for a moment, looking at his youngest child.
"Listen, Sammy, last time we were together," He began, "We had one hell of a fight."
"Yes, sir." Sam replied, tears filling his dark brown eyes as they spoke.
"It's good to see you again." John said, "It's been a long time."
"Too long." Sam added, embracing his father as both of them were in tears.
They broke apart and all shared teary looks, suddenly John being flung into a wall and Sam being taken down too. Dean was then thrown while Blaire screamed as she was too. Suddenly she screamed as she was slashed across her face, her brothers and father undergoing an attack. John watched in horror as his daughter was thrown into a wall, her body impacting with a sickening thud. Sam, meanwhile, made his way over to the bag of weapons and pulled out a flare.
"Shut your eyes!" He yelled, "These things are shadow demons, so let's light 'em up!"
He lit the flare and the room was full of brilliant white light, the shadow demon vanishing whilst Sam, Dean, Blaire and John made their way out of the room.
The family moved down an alley where the Impala was, Blaire's bag over her shoulder as she trailed behind her family.
"Alright, come on. We don't have much time." Sam began, "As soon as the flare's out, they'll be back."
"Wait, wait. Sam, wait." Dean protested, "Dad, you can't come with us."
"What?" Sam retorted, "What are you talking about?"
"You boys…" John breathed, "Blaire…you're all beat to hell."
"We'll be alright." Dean replied, trying to reassure his father.
"Dean, we should stick together." Sam said, "We'll go after those demons…"
"Sam! Listen to me! We almost got Dad killed in there." Dean began, "Don't you understand? They're not gonna stop, they're gonna try again."
He sounded sadder as he continued, Blaire grimacing as she watched her brother have to justify his decisions.
"They're gonna use us to get to him. I mean, Meg was right." He breathed, "Dad's vulnerable when he's with us. He's…he's stronger without us around."
"Dad, no." Sam argued, putting a hand on his father's shoulder, "After everything, after all the time we spent looking for you…please. I gotta be a part of this fight."
"Sammy, this fight is just starting. And we are all gonna have a part to play." John explained, "For now, you've got to trust me, son, okay? You've gotta let me go."
Dean and Sam nodded, Blaire hugging her father.
"Love you, Dad."
"Love you, Blaire."
He looked at his children and sighed, moving over to his truck before saying his last words to them for now.
"Be careful, boys." He told them, "Look after your sister."
The brothers nodded and watched as their father drove away, Dean looking across at Sam with concern.
"Come on." He said, all three of them getting in the car and driving away, Meg watching them with gleaming eyes as they went.
-TBC-