Hope Winchester
Chapter One
Whitmore
"I don't get how people actually do this." Dean groans as he desperately tried to quiet down a crying Hope. People had begun to stare in the store at them, and Dean couldn't get her to quiet down no matter how many times he rocked her.
Sam gave his brother a look, "Try to sing her a lullaby."
Instead of trying, Dean shot Sam an incredulous look, as if he couldn't believe that the idea could have left past Sam's lips. Dean would do anything to calm Hope down, but singing a lullaby was out of the question. Hell, Dean didn't even know any lullabies to begin with, but it wouldn't surprise Dean if his younger brother knew lullabies. Knowing Sam, he'd probably already made a mixtape of different lullabies.
"No, no, and did I mention I said no?" Dean replies sharply as he rocked Hope back and forth. "I am not singing a damn lullaby!"
"Well you aren't helping either Dean!" Sam snapped, rubbing his temples. "At least get her to stop crying Dean. You can do that much right?"
Dean sighed, "I'm trying!"
Sam ignored Dean as he pushed the basket and continued to load up on baby items. Diapers, bottles, pacifiers, clothing, formula and toys- he loaded up the basket. Dean was still trying to calm Hope down, unaware of a women watching them. She was an older woman, with long dark hair and brown eyes that were calm and blued onto Hope. A smile was plastered onto her face as she approached Dean with a kind aura.
"I can help you if you like sir."
Dean looked up at the women, who watched Dean with an amused gaze. Dean felt uneasy, but without his consent, the women had already reached out for Hope, taking her out of his arms and cradling her in her own arms. Not even a minute later, Hope's crying ceased into quietness. Dean stood there, frowning and pondering at what he was doing wrong. "You're doing just fine; it's obvious you're quite new to this."
"I am." Dean sighed. "She wouldn't stop crying and I tried everything."
"Babies can sense when you're nervous or afraid. She must have sensed your fear for babies." The women laughed. "She'll warm up to you, and you'll warm up to her. All you need to do is care for her and give her love, and if you do that then she'll be a happy baby. Relax when you hold her and stop being so tense."
"What's your name?" Dean asked, watching Hope.
"Delilah, I work at the hospital in the nursery." She smiled. "What's her name?"
Dean smiled slightly, moving to take the baby girl from Delilah's arms when seeing Sam was ready to pay. "Her name is Hope. Thank you for your help Delilah."
"Good luck with your baby- may she stay safe and happy." Delilah smiles, her words having a double meaning that Dean sensed.
"Thanks." Dean says, quickly leaving with Hope and Sam into the parking lot.
Sam smiled at his elder brother and the baby in his arms. "Finally stopped crying I see."
Dean nodded, carefully placing Hope into her car seat and buckling her in. She was now asleep and Dean wished she stayed asleep for at least a couple hours. After placing all the bags into the trunk, Sam slipped into the seat next to Hope, deciding to stay with her in the back as Dean drove to the next town to find a motel and their next case.
"I don't think its safe Dean. We have a baby on board." Sam said, caution in his voice.
Dean groaned, "Please don't tell me you bought that window sticker. I don't need that shit on my car windows."
"I thought about it." Sam admitted. "Then I decided against it because all our enemies don't need to know we have a baby in the car. I just don't think it's safe to hunt with a baby."
"We can have Cas babysit." Dean offered. "Or a local."
"I don't trust locals with her." Sam disagreed.
"Careful Sammy, you're starting to sound like a mother." Dean chuckled. "Don't worry about it right now Sam, everything will work its way out."
"I hope so." Sam sighed.
Seventeen Years Later
Dear whoever,
When I'm asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I honestly never had a clue to that answer. I had ideas, dreams even. I could be a doctor, or a lawyer, or even an artist, but in reality- I could never be one of those. I knew that answer by the age of five. When asked about how I felt about becoming a doctor, I replied with rejection to the idea. Though when I allowed my mind to wonder, I liked music. Perhaps I got that from my father who constantly blasted his music in the impala. I enjoyed music, and that was because of dad- but I'd never admit that out loud.
Dad is strict; he gives me a curfew of seven o'clock if I was even allowed outside the motel room or the impala. I didn't go to a public school, in fact I was home schooled- that was due to the fact that we were constantly on the road. Uncle Sam educates me in the proper dynamic of a regular high school class while Dad educated me in the art of hunting- the family business. Oh, and I wasn't allowed to date, go figure. Growing up Dad never told me any fairy tales, instead I got the whole 'there is evil out there' and the 'you need to learn what they are'. One story was my Grandma Mary's death by the yellowed eye demon, or how Uncle Sam was feed demon blood. Lovely bedtime stories that use to give me nightmares. But I suppose in the end they served their purpose-"
"Hope!" Dean yelled, ripping the ear bud out of Hope's ear that was blasting away music at full blast.
"What the hell!?" Hope yelled in response, slamming her journal shut before her father's prying eyes could read the contents.
"I've been calling you for the past hour. I was worried that something happened." Dean says more calmly, his green eyes glancing at the leather bound journal that he was forbidden to ever touch. Apparently, according to Sam, touching the leather bound journal was a violation to Hope's privacy. To Dean, it was simply getting to understand what Hope thought. The teenager was a little more on the troublesome side, seeing as she was always stuck in a motel room, but it kept her safe.
"Well maybe I didn't feel like talking." Hope snapped, rolling her brilliant blue eyes. "Maybe I'm tired of being deprived of the right to open the damn window, or sitting outside, or actually socializing!"
"Hope you know why you can't do those things." Dean said a little more softly.
Hope rolled her eyes yet again, changing her tone of voice more mocking, "Because you're special Hope. Socializing will kill you and who needs fresh air when you have cable." Hope stopped her mocking tone and gave her father a serious look. "Cable here is crap, or at any motel we go to for that matter. I hate it here!"
"You get what you get." Dean remarked, rolling his eyes this time. "And don't throw a fit."
"Here we go again." Sam sighed from his spot by the door way.
Hope's blue eyes sparkles with the new challenge, "Oh you haven't seen a fit yet daddy. Trust me." Then a lamp flew right past Dean's head, the air surrounding the three grew cold and the electricity kept flickering on and off.
"Hope no using magic!" Dean scolded.
"Why not? All I can really do is practice my magic or do math. I think we both know what's more fun out of those two." Hope sassed.
"Dean she's right you know. In a few months she'll be seventeen. You can't keep her locked up inside a motel room all her life." Sam tried to reason, siding with Hope- who grinned in triumph.
"I sure as hell can try!" Dean scowled.
Hope's lips turned into a pout, her blue eyes turning soft. "Please daddy? I promise to listen to your rules, I just want out. I want to hunt with you and Uncle Sam! I'm smarter than you think!"
Dean fought her puppy dog look, but Sam knew he was a goner. Hope got whatever she wanted every time she pulled that look, and he knew she'd get her liberation pass in a matter of seconds. Dean sighed a few minutes later, "Fine Hope. You can help on hunts, but you have to listen to me, Sam, and Castiel! You have to behave."
"I'm not a dog. I know how to behave." Hope snickered.
"Are you sure? You sure do act like a bitch sometimes." Dean joked, earning a glare from his daughter.
"Jerk." Hope muttered, walking past him and throwing herself onto one of the motel beds.
"Bitch." Dean replied happily.
"Love ya dad." Hope said from the pillow.
"Love you too Hope." Dean said, glancing at Sam who smiled at Hope.
Seventeen years ago, it's hard to believe still that they actually raised Hope into a good person while hunting and being on the road. Dean knew all too well that Hope was lonely most days, but he'd rather her be lonely and hate him than go out and meet the wrong person. Someone who would want to hurt her. When Dean first held Hope, he tried not to get attached to the girl- knowing one day she'd find out the truth. Then she started to walk, started to call him daddy. That got Dean right there, he got attached. He saw Hope has his daughter, blood or not.
Dean remembered when he taught Hope to call Sam mommy. Sam had been upset, but eventually got Hope to call him Uncle Sammy or Sam. When Castiel first held Hope as a baby, he had been fascinated by the small human girl. Even if Hayley said Hope was a hybrid, Castiel confirmed after observation that Hope was fully human, even if she was a witch. Sam then pieced together that Hope would only become a werewolf if she killed a human- which was why Dean was more hesitant on letting Hope join in on hunts.
Now, seventeen years later, Dean and Sam had a seventeen year old fully trained witch and hunter. Personally she dealt with a lot of bullshit, when Dean was drunk, or when Sam had problems with himself. Castiel had taught Hope how to contain her magic, even locating grimores around the world and bringing them to her. Even with their drama's, Hope never once met a demon, never had to face other supernatural creatures. They'd done good.
"That's weird." Hope muttered, looking out the window. Dean and Sam followed her gaze, finding crows circling the parking lot, cawing rather loudly. Quickly Sam moved and shut the blinds.
"It's never good when crows band together." Dean said aloud, earning looks from Sam and Hope that said no-shit .
"You didn't attract them did you H?" Dean asked.
"No." Hope shook her head. "I didn't."
"Maybe your magic attracted them?" Sam offered.
Hope gave her uncle an annoyed look, "It hate crows. I hate birds in general. Why the hell would I summon crows?" Hope furrowed her eyes brows, ignoring Dean when he said to watch her tone. Instead she went to the window and peeked through one blind, watching the crows.
"Hope get away from the window." Dean demanded, but the seventeen year old ignored him.
Sam nudged his brother, shaking his head and glancing at his niece. "What do you notice Hope? You seem like you noticed something."
"I sense magic." Hope said after a moment of silence, tilting her head to the side- causing her brown hair to shift. "It seems familiar somehow. Searching for something."
"Hope grab your bags." Dean snapped suddenly, pulling Hope's thoughts back into reality. She felt the danger, this presences wasn't a friend.
In less than five minutes Hope had her things in her single duffel bag, seeing as she didn't have much to begin with. Her hoodie was pulled over her head, hiding her face like she was taught to do when these situations occurred. Quickly, being guarded by Sam, she made it to the back of the impala with her dad and uncle getting into the front.
Hope took a risk, lifting her gaze up to look out the window as Dean put the car in a sudden reverse. Hope gasped, a pounding headache in her mind. Suddenly the gears shifted in the impala, the car speeding up. Hope wanted out of here, and quickly. Using her magic, Hope rolled the impala's windows up and locked the doors as crows began to fly into to the car.
"Dean, slow down!" Sam yelled, seeing a women in the road.
"I can't! It's like this damn car got its own mind!" Dean shouted back, trying to press the breaks but the pedal wouldn't budge.
Hope's blue eyes narrowed in on the women. Danger. Hope didn't hesitate, using her magic to press the gas pedal harder but right when Hope was about hit the women she disappeared. Hope huffed in annoyance, still going at the high speed for another minute or two before bringing the car to a stop.
"What the hell?" Dean questioned as the car shut down.
"Stop worrying about the car. What about the women that disappeared in the middle of the street?" Sam said seriously.
"She was a witch." Hope muttered, looking out the side window again.
"Was it you who was driving?" Sam asked Hope in awe, neither male really seeing Hope use magic to this content.
"We needed to get out of there. Dad would have hesitated with the women in the middle of the road." Hope shrugged.
"Don't use your magic to control my baby!" Dean yelled, complaining about his poor car and apologizing for Hope.
Hope tsked, rolling her blue eyes and pouted, "I thought I was your baby."
Dean chuckled, "My baby girl."
Hope smiled slightly, using her magic to turn on the radio. Dean drove in silence, Sam reading the newspaper as he looked for a case, and Hope just sat in the back feeling as lonely as ever. Sure the teenager had her father and her uncle and that alone made her content. Though, Hope sometimes found herself envious of teens that had friends. She wished her had someone her age sometimes, but she knew that was asking for too much.
"There's a case in Virginia. A small college town called Whitmore. There was a death that was ruled out as suicide, but the body was found drained of blood." Sam said.
"It's close and sounds like a vampire. Seems easy enough." Dean agreed, getting on the freeway.
In New Orleans the death rates had gone up in the past seventeen years. Most of these death occurred in the Mikaelson Estate. Inside there was a man, a father who lost his child- and never found a way to heal. Klaus never forgave Hayley for what she did, and no one blamed him- not even the women who caused his pain.
Klaus hardly left his room, and when he did he wasn't the loving brother he had started to become throughout Hayley's pregnancy. Klaus was a killer, he'd anyone who looked at him the wrong away- even if they weren't looking at him. Elijah had reassured Cami, the local human who Davina helped kept young with her magic, that Klaus had his anger, grief, and pain all bottled in. It was only a matter of time now that Klaus snapped.
This all started on that night.
Yelling and shouting resonated within the French Quarter, which wasn't unusual. Only this time it was much more personal, much angrier, much more betrayal. It was a cold night; the streets of New Orleans seemed to be dead of any life. The lights on the streets were a dull glow that illuminated the shadows, and all was silent- except for the argument that was being held in the Mikaelson Estate.
The argument started when Hayley returned distraught and empty handed. Hope being nowhere in sight was the first thing Klaus and Elijah noticed when she returned, and automatically a thousand worse case scenarios filtered through the two original vampire's heads. Hayley wouldn't answer their questions at first, not until Elijah had set a gentle hand on her shoulder, asking her once last time before the hybrid mother broke down into sobs and apologizes. It confused them at first, until it dawned on Klaus that Hayley had made a choice on her own, that it was her fault his daughter was gone.
"Where is she Hayley?" Klaus asked calmly, but got no answer. In those silent seconds Klaus grew angrier until her roared once again, "Where is she Hayley!"
Hayley sucked in a breath of air, looking up at Klaus and Elijah with such pained eyes. Rebekah chose that second to enter the room, curious to what the entire ruckus was about. Though all amusement and curiosity left her eyes when she took in the sight before her- an angry Klaus, an upset Hayley, a disbelieving Elijah, and no Hope.
"I couldn't let you give her to Rebekah." Hayley whispered before finding her voice. "I couldn't risk Hope with Rebekah, because what if she was found Klaus? What if Rebekah was tracked down and Hope was taken or worse- killed?"
"That doesn't answer the question of where she is Hayley." Elijah speaks up.
Hayley's brown eyes shift down to the floor before meeting Elijah's waiting gaze, "When I was sixteen I was a mess. I had no family, no parents- I was desperate to find where I came from so I tracked down various werewolf packs, and there was one in particular- a different type of werewolf that turned a person with a bite. I got caught by two hunters, who killed this pack and spared my life after I told them what I was and how my species worked. They were the only people I could depend on."
Klaus's blue eyes shinned bright with betrayal, "Please do not tell me you did what I think you did Hayley."
"These hunters know how to keep a low profile, to hide someone from witches, from other things that go bump in the night. They know how to protect someone!" Hayley answered in a strangled yell, confirming the three originals suspicion.
"You had no right!" Klaus seethed, throwing a vase at the wall beside Hayley's head, causing her to flinch.
"She's my daughter Klaus! I know what is best for her!" Hayley shouted back, her vampire façade momentarily peeking out.
Klaus snarled, "She is our daughter, if I need to remind you of that as well. You had no right to make this choice on your own!"
"You think it was easy? To give up our daughter, my baby girl, to them? To anyone for that matter? All I want is her in my arms, to hold her, to rock her, to nurse and mother her, but I can't. She isn't safe in her own home, and it is because of this stupid family's century old feud! How is that fair Klaus!?" Hayley cried.
"Hayley-" Klaus started but the female hybrid wasn't done yet.
"Yes Klaus I know I should have consulted you in the choice, and yes I know I was wrong and I'm sorry! But it was a choice I had a second to make, barley enough time to blink, and I knew already that she would be better off with these hunters. Two brothers who grew up in the hunter's life, who are lenient on the supernatural, who could not only protect her but teach her how to survive. So yes Klaus, I chose my daughter's safety in a choice of a second, and I made that choice without you. I'm sorry Klaus." Hayley ended her rant in a whisper, and in that second her legs buckled and she was sent to her knees. Her sobs ripped through her chest, anguished cries of a mother for her child.
Rebekah sent Klaus a look, but his face was void of any emotion. In the next minute Klaus frowned at Hayley, opened his mouth to say something- shook his head and left the room. Elijah shared one look with his sister, nodding and going after Klaus as Rebekah went over to Hayley's side and wrapped her arms around the grieving mother.
"It's going to be okay love." Rebekah whispered.
"He hates me even more Rebekah. I sent my daughter away. I'm already a horrible mother and person." Hayley whimpered.
Rebekah only shook her head, "That's where you are wrong Hayley. You were stupid enough to make this choice on your own without consulting anyone, but strong enough to make the choice nothing less. It isn't easy for a mother to give up her child alone, but you made a sacrifice in order to protect Hope."
Hayley glances up at Rebekah, "Do you hate me for not choosing you?"
"Of course not, I see where you were coming from. Of course it stung a bit, but I understand your choice. I may not be happy about it, but I respect and understand the meaning behind it- so does Elijah. As for Nik, he's hurting Hayley. He feels betrayed and is grieving for his daughter too now. Give him some time, and he will eventually come around." Rebekah said, running her hand through Hayley's brown locks.
Instead Klaus never came around. He never looked at Hayley the same way, spoke to her in rude manners and snickered every time she walked into a room. Enough was enough for the hybrid mother, and soon enough she moved into the Bayou- becoming close to the Crescent Wolf pack. Klaus couldn't really care much for her choices anymore.
Klaus often sat in the room that once use to be the nursery for Hope, but he removed all the furniture. He redecorated the room, keeping the chandelier but getting new bedding and dressers. Elijah had helped as well, understanding the hope that Klaus had deep down that his daughter would one day return home to this very room.
"Nik." Rebekah said softly. "Elijah wants to discuss our problem with mother and father, about how we are going to deal with them and Davina."
Klaus never looked away from the window, but a wolfish smirk was on his lips, "We'll kill them of course."
"Even Davina?" Rebekah asked, her disapproval evident in her voice.
Klaus turned towards his sister, a dark glint in his eyes, "The girl should have never gotten into our family affairs. Come now sister, I believe Elijah is waiting."
The car ride was shorter than expected to Hope, probably because she fell asleep sometime along the way. When she woke up, Hope noticed she was in a bed. A sigh escaped her lips, another town another motel. Glancing around Hope realized she was alone, then turned around and nearly had a heart attack.
"Cas!" Hope whined. "I told you not to do that to me! You nearly killed me."
Castiel frowned, "I highly doubt a being like you could die from being frightened."
Hope frowned now in return. "What do you mean Cas?"
Castiel shook his head and smiled, "You are a witch, and a powerful one at that."
Hope laughed and scratched the back of her neck, "Not that good Cas. Anyway, where did my dad and Sam go?"
Castiel thought for a moment, "They went to the morgue I believe to see the body of the girl. Then they were heading to the local dinner, they asked me to tell you to meet them there."
Hope's blue eyes widen in surprise, but a smile quickly spread across her lips. They had been serious about not keeping her in the damn motel, but she would have probably sneak out. It was rare they came to a college town. With a quick thanks to the angel, Hope left the motel room in a heartbeat- ready to explore this town.
Of course Hope would have gone to the dinner, but Hope wanted to see if there was a book store here. She was getting tired of both her father's music and the radio's, plus her Uncle Sam's books were sometimes depressing. After some searching, Hope found a book store near the college campus. It took some debating, but her want overran her sense.
Hope had easily spent a half hour in the book store, looking at comic and different novels. She was tired of reading her grandfather's journal over and over again. She learned about the other species of the supernatural, and now all she wanted was to throw herself into a fictional world were love was something welcomed instead of the harsh reality of death.
"Hayley, is that you?" A man asked, touching Hope's shoulder.
Hope pivoted, grabbing the man's wrist and quickly twisting it off of her life her dad taught her. The man stared at her with wide eyes, wincing slightly at her grip. Realizing he was in pain, Hope release his wrist. It was a natural reaction.
"Sorry about that." Hope said with a small apologetic smile. "I don't like people touching me too much."
"I can see that." He chuckled, staring at her still before shaking his head. "You just remind me a lot of an old friend. I thought you were her from behind."
Hope raised an eyebrow and shook her head with a small smile still etched into place, "I can guarantee you that I know no Hayley."
He nodded, watching the mischief twinkle in her blue orbs. Such familiarity. "Name's Tyler Lockwood."
Hope smiled, watching as he out stretched his hand. "Hope Montgomery. Nice to meet you."
Hope went with an easy alias, grasping Tyler's hand in a hand shake. Immediately she felt cold, like death had washed over her as pain exploded in her bones. Tyler noticed her wince; watching as she quickly retracted her hand from his.
"It was nice meeting you Tyler, but I need to get going." Hope said, ready to leave this strange guy. She got a weird vibe.
"Wait, Hope." Tyler called, something bugging him about her.
Hope slightly paused and glanced at him, "What?"
"Will I see you around?" Tyler asked.
Hope shrugged, not being able to keep the wolfish smile off her lips, "You never know."
Then she was off, her books long forgotten as she rushed off to the dinner where her father and uncle were at, not looking very happy when she walked in. Somehow Hope had easily memorized this town, seeing how she knew where this place was at. Her slightly good mood was short lived when Dean started talking.
"Where the hell were you at?" Dean asked with mix worry and anger. "We give you some freedom and you abuse it!"
Hope sighed, "I went to the book store and I lost track of time."
Sam raised an eyebrow, " I see no books."
Hope shrugged, "There was nothing good there. Most of the books where college text books for different course."
Hope notice how her uncle and father shifted in their seats. Her blue eyes narrowed at them in question. "What happened at the morgue?"
"Looks like a vampire case." Sam admitted.
Dean looked at Hope with a serious expression, "You wanted to help on a case, and I think for this one we need you on the inside."
Hope raised an eyebrow, "Inside of what?"
Sam pushed a paper towards her, which Hope took in confusion. "A class schedule?"
Dean grinned, "Looks like my baby girl is all grown up! Pack your bags Hope, you're going to college!"
Sorry for such a long wait on an update! I didn't put a authors note on top because I'd basically repeat the same thing down here. I had a little bit og writers block, and I couldn't quite come up with a solid plot, but right now I have. Yes, I did add TVD right here, and they will be here for this first part of the story. They won't always be here, but that my change as we go. This is still a SPN and TO crossover, but I am not rushing this plot line. I have my reasons for Whitmore.
I know some people were looking forward to baby Hope, and you will all get to see Hope in flashback as she grows up throughout this story. Which I am super excited about.
Thank you to all the reviews, and all the support on this story. I am so sorry for such a long wait but now updates should be more frequent. I promise that.
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