OK, so I'm terrible for not finishing my current stories, but I got the idea for this and couldn't leave it alone. Anyway, so i've written six different versions of this story until I finally decided I was happy with this one.

I've got six chapters already written so i'm going to be updating this weekly if it gets a decent response. The first few chapters are a little short, but they will get longer.

I hope you will enjoy this as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

Xoxo

Jessa tossed her long, curly blonde hair over her shoulder as she took a drag on her cigarette, her pink lipstick leaving a smear of colour on the filter. She had her legs propped up on the arm rest of the park bench she was currently lounging on. The daylight was beginning to wane and there was only a few children left playing at the playground as their mothers watched on with amusement.

She took another drag when her brother walked up next to her. "Those things will kill you." He stated, taking a sip from the bottle in the paper bag he was holding.

"So will that." She took another drag to make her point, this time blowing the smoke in his face. He tapped her legs and she lifted them so he could sit. When he was nestled against the wood of the seat she put them back, not willing to compromise her comfortable position.

He offered her the bottle and she took a gulp. "What are you doing out here, anyway?"

"Sitting." She watched a young boy fall, then run crying into his mother's open arms. She stubbed out her cigarette. "What do you want, Dean?"

He shrugged and took another big sip from the bottle.

"Where's Dad?"

"At the motel."

Jessa pulled a pack of Marlboro Red's and lit up another one. "I don't remember her much." She whispered, watching as the last of the mothers calling her children from the play equipment.

"Who?"

"Mom." She took a long drag from the cigarette and savoured it before blowing it out. "Sometimes I think I remember something, but I can never tell if it's a memory or a story I've made up in my head."

"We were only four when she died, Jess."

"Jessa, not Jess." She swung her legs so both her feet were planted on the ground. "What do you remember about her?"

"Not a whole lot." He pressed the bottle to his lips, drinking in the amber liquid inside. "She used to bake us pie. I remember one time, we were playing in the yard and I dared you to climb the biggest tree."

"Our birthday."

He nodded, "We just turned four. You got to the second branch but then you got scared."

"I don't get scared."

He got a chuckle out of that, "But you were. So I climbed up with you. I held your hand and tried to make you climb down."

"We fell." It wasn't a question, she remembered falling. She remembered the feeling of falling, like it as in slow motion. She remembered hitting the ground with a thump.

"We did." He smiled and offered her the bottle again. She took it, taking a sip with her cigarette clamped between two fingers. "And man, did you cry. But Mom came running out and she scooped us both up and carried us inside. She set us down on the counter and cleaned the blood off us."

"Cherry pie." A crease formed in her forehead as she tried to make sense of the strange memory.

But Dean just nodded like he understood, "She had just pulled it from the oven. She said 'I was saving this for after dinner, but I think we can start it early'. It was still warm."

When Dean finished the story, night had well and truly fallen. Both siblings had been so lost in their shared memory that neither had noticed. There was a rustle in the bushes behind them and Jessa could just make out a shadowy figure in the light of the full moon.

"Ready?" Dean asked, tensing.

Jessa nodded and pulled her own gun from inside her leather jacket.

"Go." She whispered.

Both Dean and Jessa stood and moved around different sides of the bench, aiming their guns at the figure that emerged. The figure stepped into the glow of a nearby streetlight and growled before lunging at them. Jessa reacted first, firing three silver bullets in rapid succession, each meeting their mark in the werewolf's chest sending it crumpling to the ground.

"Man, you're slow." She chuckled, slipping the gun back into her jacket.

"I would have had it." Dean defended.

"Before or after he bit you?" Jessa walked back to the bench and picked up the bottle of whiskey that Dean left there.

"Before." He snatched the bottle from her hands before she could take a sip, and downed more than was wise.

Jessa rolled her eyes at her twin brother and lit up another cigarette. "Come on, we should get back to the motel."

They began making the walk back to the rundown motel on the edge of town. As they approached the motel Jessa slipped a mint into her mouth and Dean screwed the cap on the whisky, hiding it in the garden just outside their room.

"You two took your time." John said when the door closed behind them.

"We got it done, what should time matter?" Jessa told him with a little snark.

"Watch your attitude." He cautioned.

She rolled her eyes and walked back to the door.

"Where are you going?"

"For a shower." She told her father, "Do I need to ask your permission?"

"Mind your attitude, Jessamine."

She whirled to face him, "Do not call me Jessamine." She seethed.

"I will call you whatever I damn well please, you are my daughter!"

"Whatever." She walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Dean was quick to follow her out, "J, are you alright?"

She laughed humourlessly, "Just shiny."

"Jessa, come on. Talk to me."

She dug up the half empty bottle of whiskey from the garden and walked into the next door room, the one she shared with Dean. She pushed the window open before throwing herself on one of the beds and lighting a cigarette. She took a swig of the alcohol and sighed.

"What the hell is going on with you?" Dean asked, sitting on his own bed and grabbing the bottle from her.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you've been picking fights with dad more, taking stupid risks on hunts, your drinking is bordering on alcoholism and I'm not even going to mention the smoking."

She sat up so her green eyes bore into his, "You want to know what's up? I'll tell you. I'm seventeen years old and he's still breathing down my neck like I'm ten and he's taking me on my first hunt."

"So, what? You're going to drink yourself to death to punish him?"

"I don't know what I'm going to do." She stood up and snatched the bottle back from Dean, "But I'm not going to hang around if he doesn't trust me to do this job." She locked herself in the bathroom before Dean could get another word in.

Their next hunt was a Vetala in Cleveland. They spent a few days researching in their motel room and the local library when was necessary. Jessa and Sam worked on studying the lore while John and Dean studied the murders they thought were associated with the Vetala. When they finally located it, John made fourteen-year-old Sam stay back at the motel while the others hunted the creatures.

"According to the lore, the hunt in pairs." Jessa told them as the creeped up on the abandoned warehouse where they believed the Vetala to be hiding.

"Got it, nerd." Dean said, giving her a light hearted shove.

"Behave." John growled. The only weakness Jessa and Sam could find on these creatures was silver, so each Winchester wielded a silver knife. "Ready?"

Dean and Jessa nodded and the family creeped into the giant concrete building. Their footsteps echoed in the open space as they approached the middle of the room.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" A woman appeared a few feet away from. She was rather pretty, with sharp cheekbones and dark hair that was cut into a bob.

"Hunters?" Another woman appeared on their other side, she looked similar to the first one with the same dark eyes and bone structure.

Both of the women laughed, flashing razor sharp, pointed teeth. On instinct, the three Winchester's tensed and positioned themselves in a fighting stance.

"What do they think they're going to do?" The first one asked with amusement.

"By the looks of their small blades, it appears that they have come to kill us, Sis."

The first woman lunged at John, but he sidestepped her and slashed his knife at her, catching her arm. The silver sizzled her flesh and she hissed in pain before rounding on him again. Jessa reacted before John, and launched herself at the creature and knocking it to the ground. She spared a look at her twin, and Dean was busy with the other one. The Vetala took advantage of Jessa's momentary distraction and pinned her to the ground.

"I just bet you are going to taste delicious." She smiled, baring her teeth as John flew at her, knocking her off his daughter.

While John had her side tracked, Jessa drove her silver blade into the creature's heart and twisted her knife. It cried out in pain as its complexion changed and she crumpled to the ground. As the first creature died, the other one cried out in grief and clamped her teeth down on Dean's shoulder. He fell to the ground, unconscious, and Jessa was suddenly advancing on her. She lunged at the creature and pinned her against the wall. The Vetala was strong, and it didn't take much for it to overpower her and slam her into the ground.

John was next to her, sending a powerful kick into the things side. The kick didn't faze the powerful creature and she went to bite Jessa. Jessa waited until the razor sharp teeth were millimetres from her throat and thrust her knife upwards and into its heart. She had the knife embedded in the Vetala to the hilt when she twisted it, ending the creature's life.

"What the hell was that?" John demanded after he had helped her to her feet.

"What the hell was what?"

"That!" He pointed to the dead Vetala. "You were reckless."

"I killed it!"

"And it almost killed you first."

"Relax, Dad. This isn't my first hunt." She wiped her knife clean on her jeans.

"Jessa!" He yelled to get her full attention, "You could have had her dead long before you killed her."

"So what? She's dead now." She walked over to where Dean was lying unconscious on the hard cement floor. "Speaking of dead, how long until he wakes up?"

"Couple hours maybe." John bent down and checked his vital signs. "Help me get him to the car, would you."

Jessa was significantly smaller than her twin brother so she had a hard time helping John drag him to the car, but eventually they had him laying across the backseat.

"How are we going to dispose of Thing 1 and Thing 2 back there?" Jessa asked when they had locked Dean inside the car.

"Dr Seuss? Really?"

"I blanked."

"Thelma and Louise." He offered.

"Damn! It was right there." She sighed, frustrated that she hadn't thought of it. "Anyway, so how are we going to get rid of them?"

John opened up the trunk and pulled out two shovels. "Bury them in the woods out back."

Jessa moaned, "Really? I hate the digging."

"It's in the job description."

It took the better part of two hours for the pair to properly bury the bodies and the sun was poking through the trees when they got back to the Impala.

"I'm knackered." Jessa declared, laying back in the shotgun seat and putting her feet up on the dash.

"You can sleep at the motel, get your feet off the dash."

She rolled her eyes, but did what he asked. "No I can't. We'll get back and then you'll declare that it's time to hit the road again."

John was silent, knowing that his daughter was right.

"Why have you been so reckless lately?"

"I haven't been any more reckless than usual." She told him as Dean moaned in the back. "You up, Sleeping Beauty?" She chuckled.

"Where're we?" Dean asked groggily, sitting up.

"Almost back at the motel." John told him, "Your reaction times are slow."

"No they're not."

"She bit you."

"So?"

"You shouldn't give her the opportunity."

Dean rolled his eyes and the Impala pulled into the motel parking lot. "Get your gear." John told them, "We're leaving in ten minutes."