Hi there! So this is the first chapter in my new fanfiction. I've done a couple others, but never a Supernatural one. This is set after John's death and before Cas was introduced. I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter One
The man in a suit looked at me over his spectacles; his pen was poised on the clipboard.
"What is your name?"
"Clarity."
"Yes. But Clarity who?"
I smirked "Depends who you ask."
"This is one hundred percent confidential. Whatever you say won't leave this room."
"My name… my name is Clarity… Clarity Deanna Winchester."
"What does it mean?"
"Clarity. Clear or intelligent. Deanna. My grandmother's name. Winchester. The… the family name."
"Clarity. Can you tell me why you are here today?"
"You know why."
"I do. But I need you to say it."
My breath caught in my throat. "I can't…no."
"This is the first step to recovery. Just tell me, it's not a public announcement, just you and me." The man goaded. He placed his clipboard down on the glass table in between the two couches. Trying to gain trust, open book. Glass walls. Open space or sense of clearness, no secrets. The city buzzed on twenty floors down. People going on with their lives, blissfully unaware of the other side. Each on their own path, no notice of others.
"Clarity. Are you listening?"
"No." The man sighed.
"Tell me why you're here today."
"I can't do that."
"Please."
"No."
"It's not healthy, keeping it all these big emotions bottled up. You can only bury so much before you burst. Telling somebody will make it easier."
"Keeping things bottled up is what makes a Winchester."
"Clarity, stop avoiding the question."
Prickles came behind my eyes. No. I wouldn't cry, I wouldn't let them down like that.
"My brothers…my…" A hiccup racked my body
"What were their names?"
"Dean and… Dean and Sam Winchester."
"And what happened?"
"My brothers… my… My brothers are… They're gone."
"Gone?"
"Dead. Sam and Dean Winchester are dead."
"Clara bloody Winchester!"
"Dean-o!"
"Clara! Just get over here!"
Chuckling I stride across the car park to where Dean stands by the Impala with his arms crossed.
"Yeah?" I ask him smirking.
"Wipe that look off your face. Care to explain yourself young lady?"
"Explain what old man?"
"Twenty five is not old!"
"Course not. So what did I do this time?"
"You put your damn IPod jack in the Impala! What's that about? Explain! Or even better, get it out!"
"I don't own an IPod…"
We both look towards the door of last night's hotel room immediately. The door creak's open and a hesitant looking Sam walks out into the morning light. He smiles sheepishly as me and Dean look at each other. He's dead.
The fields rush past in a blur. Greens and browns and whites in one kaleidoscope. I lay my head on the window of the back seat, gently stroking the ancient army man still jammed in the door. Fade Into Black by Metallica cloaks the small space and I lift my head to observe Sam and Dean still bickering over the IPod jack in a sunny daze. I roll my eyes and tuck a slip of brown hair behind my ear.
"You all good back there Clara?" Sam asks, turning around. His voice jerks me out of my daze and I sit up.
"Yeah, why?"
"You're quiet for a start!" Jokes Dean. Smirking I lay my back against the door and stretch my legs on the back row.
"You two were doing enough talking for the three of us is all."
"We got us a resident comedian Sammy! Oy, did you find us a good job back in the motel?"
"5'9 isn't short, the two of you are just freakishly tall, but yeah."
"What was it?" Throws in Sam.
"Memphis Tennessee, thirty years back three teenagers went missing. There was no note or leads and the case was declared cold."
"Ok, so three kids do a runner. How's that our business?"
"That's what I thought when I went through the files. But, it wasn't the first time. I went further back and every thirty years three teenagers go missing. I traced it to the eighteen hundreds, and if the source was accurate three teenagers were burnt at the stake for practising witchcraft. So, if the timeline stays the same then three more will go missing this month"
Sam and Dean look at each other "It's a strong lead…" Says Sam. Dean nods his head.
"Okay, we can be there by tomorrow evening." And with that we revved off into the morning road.
True to his word, by Sunday night we were holed up in a less crappy than usual motel room, surrounded by endless resources. Sam, the lucky ass, got the laptop and was going through library records while Dean and I scanned dusty books and articles. Hours had passed since signing in, and before we registered anything the clock hit midnight.
"Huh? Crap. Look, this isn't working. I can't find anything that we didn't already know." Mutters Dean, rubbing bleary eyes and throwing himself onto the double bed.
"I second that." I groan, blinking my own eyes furiously I crawl up next to Dean.
"Well I, however, did manage to find a thing or two." Says Sam. Dean and I look at him expectantly.
"Yeah…?"
"Right, so basically Clara was right, it's every thirty years so the police haven't noticed the pattern. It's always three seventeen year olds but no specific gender, and there's an assumption they ran off. No leads, except, and applause is perfectly acceptable here, I found one man who made it back."
What? Why didn't I find that lead? Shocked, I sit up. "Who? I didn't see anything in the records…"
"Jeremy Anderson. Him, his friend and the friend's girlfriend went missing on their camping trip. April 17, 1993. They were gone for just under a week when Jeremy was found in the forest alone. He refused to speak, and nobody knows what happened to the other two."
"Where is he now?" Asks Dean, sitting up.
"He teaches drama at the high school."
"Oh, okay" I say "We can go talk to him tomorrow and-"
"-Not that simple."
"Never is." I groan, flopping back to my original position. Dean laughs and pats my hair.
"Jeremy got a court order. He can't be questioned about the event on the claim of post-traumatic stress."
"Son of a bitch… Now what?"
We sit in silence, each racking their own head. Corner him? Extortion? Ask somebody close to him? Get close to him? Or…
"I've got it!" I exclaim sitting up. The two of them look at me.
"Okay. So I enrol at the school and take his class, I can slip in questions and get the information. It would take almost no time and we'd know what we were dealing with. Simple!" Excited with my idea I look between the two of them expectantly. Their face are less than encouraging. "What's with the looks guys?"
"Clara… You're not the most… normal seventeen year old. And you haven't actually been to a high school before."
"What, yes I have! I went to the one in Alaska for a whole week!" I say.
Sam and Dean, you see, got to go to high school in every town John used to drag us through. However, John decided I was to be educated… differently. While Sam and Dean would learn algebra, parts of speech and how to hunt, I was taken on hunting trips with John from the age of five. I could write exorcisms from age seven, fire a gun from age five, and instead of the American Civil War I was taught demon uprisings and the bible
Granted, I would get the two of them to catch me up on everything school related, and by my sixteenth birthday I knew everything they could teach me. I was never as close with my brothers and they were with each other, and I'll be damned if I miss out on them anymore than I already have.
"That was a vampire training school, which we blew up." Says Dean, exasperated.
"So? I could go into dentistry with the things I learnt there…"
"Har har. Look, Clara, me and Sam aren't about to just throw you into the meat market with no experience and-"
"-then teach me." I interject.
"What?" Both of my brothers say in sync staring at me confused.
"Yeah! I could enrol on Tuesday and you could brief me Monday, full course of action. Then on Tuesday I can wear an earpiece and you could pass as substitute teachers. I could extract information from students and Jeremy Anderson, while the two of you ask any teacher who were there, and get in with Jeremy. " Sam and Dean look at each other
I can see them having a silent conversation, and I can feel a sting when I realise that I can't understand what they're saying. It's at that depressing moment when the fact that they don't truly know me is driven home in a monster truck. they love me and understand me and would take a bullet for me, but they don't understand the working of my head. Dean was the soldier, Sam was the smart one, and I was the prodigy. But without John, I'm just the tag along.
"Okay." Dean says, dragging me out of my self-pity party.
"Huh? What?" I can't help but ask.
"It's a good plan. You can fight, we'll arm you, and me and Sammy will be on the premises. We can make it work, but tomorrow is going to be full briefing. " Explains a grudging Dean. My face lights up and I jump up and down on the bed squealing. Oh my god! High school, actual high school!
"Thank you thank you thank you! Oh my god!" I shriek. The two of them laugh at my over excitement. I jump onto Dean and squeeze him with everything I've got before bounding over to Sam and repeating the action.
"Already regretting this…" Mutters Dean.
And that's the end of the first chapter! I hope you enjoyed it, and I'll update it in the next few days or so.
Blue-Songbirds