Summary:
Bethany Winchester, sister to the Winchester brothers, fights everyday with the idea of leaving the life. So much had been lost and many lives were gone because of it; what else could possibly be waiting for her? But during a very strange case, Bethany finds herself face to face with the legendary president of the United States. Now she must find a way to get back to her own time while working alongside the vampire hunter to save the States from the bloodsuckers. Set during the SPN episode of Time and Time Again.
Disclaimer:
I do not own anything from the Supernatural show, or Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter. I do own my own character, Bethany Winchester.
Bethany had always enjoyed stakeouts. She felt like a badass cop who was about to catch the bad guy. In most cases that was exactly what she was – minus the cop part. The siblings sat in their shitty car, impatiently staring and waiting for Mr. Snider to come strolling out for his next and last kill. It had begun to rain, creating the perfect condition for a hunt. As Bethany sat in the backseat staring at the house, Sam and Dean indulged themselves in burgers. "So what exactly is this thing?" her older brother asked, breaking the silence. "Some sort of vampire that got too sucky?"
'This is no vampire,' Bethany mentally answered as Sam disagreed. "No. Coroner's reports said there was blood in both bodies. Three hundred year old blood, but blood."
"Well whatever it is, I hope we have the right tools to kill it," the sister mumbled as the siblings spotted Mr. Snider - in a long dark trench coat and a fedora hat - leave his home. They watched as he fixed his hat and walked down the stairs, placing his hands in his jacket pockets.
"Dude, dude. A fedora dude." Bethany's gaze moved to her older brother, shaking her head.
"Well that certainly illustrated the diversity of the word." Dean shot her a glare through the rearview mirror before averting his green orbs to their prey.
"Alright let's do this. Let's move fast." Exiting the car, each sibling kept a hand on their weapon for safety.
"Dean, what's the plan here exactly?" Sam asked quickly.
"Don't die."
"That's heart-warming." Bethany rolled her eyes before moving forward. Jogging toward the direction the creature moved to, Sam, Dean and Bethany kept close. The night brought nothing but silence, with the occasional sound of a car passing by. The streets were illuminated by the street lamps high above along with the full moon over head. Finally spotting him, they stopped.
"He's headed downtown," Dean observed. Quickly formulating a plan, the older brother instructed his siblings their attack points. Though she wished they'd listen to her strategies every now and then, Bethany knew they'd never allow it. Once again she was left as bait as she walked disguise-less behind the monster.
Her steps were short and quiet, almost inaudible to human ears. With each quick breath she took, steam rolled out from her lips, evaporating within seconds. Mr. Snider rounded the corner causing the hunter to quicken her pace; she was too late. The monster's hands were holding onto the head of a homeless man. As he did this, red orbs traveled out from the man's mouth and into Mr. Snider. "No," Beth whispered while her prey dropped his victim. Instantaneously, Bethany's feet pounded on the wet macadam, racing towards the monster.
Tackling him to the ground was much easier than she thought it would be. But just as her back collided with the ground, the monster rose to his feet. Swiftly her hand reached for his in desperate attempts to keep him down until her brothers could help. As she struggled, Beth noticed a ring on his finger with an unusual marking. But before the woman could get a better look, Mr. Snider pulled free. "Hey!" she yelled after him while her hand pulled out her pistol. Racing after him came naturally, but her pace slowed once she took in her surroundings.
Trees. Nothing but trees and a light mist surrounded her. "What the hell?" Stopping in her tracks, Beth's light orbs moved to take in everything. The air was crisp with a cool breeze traveling through the trees. And a sound, a sound wizzed passed her ear as if something was thrown. Suddenly it hit her as she stared at the axe pierced into the trunk of the tree just inches away from her face; this is what was thrown. Instantly her brow rose while her gaze turned to the footsteps approaching. The figure of a tall man came barreling in her direction – she moved just in time. Falling onto the cold hard ground, Beth felt her gun leave her fingers. Without hesitation the man hopped on top of the hunter, raising his hand. Unfortunately for him Beth knew exactly how to handle herself in fights; stopping his fist from crashing into her face, Beth kicked herself up and flipped him over. Just like her brothers taught her, Beth made a fist and connected it into his jaw.
The gun gleamed in the moon's light, reminding the hunter of her weapon. Quickly she climbed off the man, reached for the gun and pointed it at him. The man, who had moved to retrieve his axe, posed into his fighting stance. With their breaths quickened, Beth stared at the tall man, her gun ready to shoot. "You fight very well," he said softly, looking her over. To Beth, his little get up looked ridiculous; no one dressed that way anymore. But what she didn't know was the man's thoughts were the same.
"Thank you," Beth replied, her gaze hard while her gun continued to point at his cranium. Carefully the man held up his free hand, the other placing his weapon on the ground. Though he showed he wasn't going to hurt her and surrendered, Beth kept her weapon raised high with no signs of lowering it.
"I lowered my weapon; I would appreciate the common courtesy." As he spoke, there was a slight familiarity in his voice. Now it was Beth's turn to look him over and she couldn't quite understand why he seemed familiar. "I promise I won't hurt you."
"Like that's not the first time I've heard that," she asserted, sarcasm hinting in her voice. He took a hesitant step closer to her; Beth stepped away, making her weapon known. "Dude, don't," she warned. His face scrunched at her words.
"I'm sorry but what's a…a dude?" he asked as his body loosened and slouched. It wasn't until then when Beth realized how tall he really was. Raising a brow, the hunter stared at him.
"I don't have time for this, okay? I need to get back to my brothers." Turning on her heel, Beth quickened her pace as she began to call out for her brothers. The man watched the woman as she walked back and forth through the forest, calling out the names to people who weren't around. "This isn't funny guys! Seriously!" Beth stopped walking, placing her hands on her hips. Listening, Beth only heard the footsteps of the man approaching from behind. "What did you do to them?" she asked suspiciously, turning to him. The man stopped and stared, puzzled.
"To who?" he asked cautiously.
"To Sam and Dean – my brothers. You're working with that son of a bitch aren't you? So what are you? Vampire? That would explain why you never age." Beth's voice slowly began to rise as she questioned the man, their distance closing. "If you did anything to hurt my brothers I will kill you." Snaking her hand around his neck, Beth slammed him against a tree.
"Please." The man gurgled as Beth's small hands applied pressure against his Adam's apple. "I…not…vampire," he mustered out, gasping for air. "Hunter." Quickly Beth released her grasp on his neck, watching him fall to the ground.
"You're a hunter?" she asked, not believing it. He nodded as he staggered to his feet, coughing. Beth took a step back away from him, analyzing the man. "Not exactly the normal hunter get up you got going there," she mumbled, pointing to his attire.
"I could say the same about you," he replied, his brows furrowing. "I imagine you get scolded a lot for wearing pants." Beth's brow rose quickly before looking down to her. Quite frankly she found nothing wrong with her biking boots, skin tight jeans, band T-shirt and green army jacket.
"Yeah well at least I don't look like Abraham Lincoln," she shot back with a glare, folding her arms across her chest.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me," she barked. "Long trench coat and an abnormally tall hat? Dude, you look ridiculous."
"I am Abraham Lincoln," the man said calmly – a little too calmly for Beth's liking.
"Oh ha-ha, very funny. Are you working with my brothers on this?" Turning, Beth threw her arms up in defeat. "Alright guys you can come out now. Great joke by the way."
"Ma'am I don't know what's going on but my name is Abraham Lincoln; how do you know who I am?" As he spoke, Beth moved to meet his gaze. Still unconvinced, she began walking but immediately stopped after seeing a horse not too far. For the second time Beth scanned her surroundings. The once dark alleyway with store lights and dumpsters were no longer in view – not in any direction Beth turned. Trees and mist surrounded her everywhere she looked; a disturbing thought crossed her mind.
"What year is this?" the woman asked as her eyes looked to the man.
"Why it is the year 1837," he answered with a nod. Though he talked pleasantly, Beth gave him a small sarcastic smile before she fell to the ground, unconscious.
Author's Note:
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