Okay first off. If you're here to Mary Sue my story exit now! I hate that. All you do is take people's story and destroy it. That is not my idea of fun. I except criticism as long as it's constructive here's an example sense people always do it wrong:
Your story's great I love the idea. Try to do a little better on your grammar and spelling. More description wouldn't hurt but so far I love the idea. Keep it up!
I don't care if you write the same dang thing every time. And I know the Winchester's swear all the time but I don't so they won't. Well maybe occasionally.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its stuff but I own my originals.
I left my room with Ruben close by my side shutting the door, putting the key in my pants pocket. Then I looked at the door next to mine. No salt line outside the door. I rolled my eyes and reentered my room grabbed a salt canister and emptied the last of it outside their door then threw the canister away then grabbed a new one from the back seat of my car. You can never have too much salt was what I had learned from Gregory and several other hunters had said that to me as well and I knew it to be very true. In fact I always carried a salt shaker with me no matter where I was it was always in my jacket pocket or pants pocket if I wasn't wearing my jacket that was almost never.
I knocked on my half brother's room's door. Sam opened it.
I leaned against the door frame annoyed. "Tell me you're not ready!" I said annoyed. They didn't look ready, wearing the same clothes from earlier that day.
"We are so ready." Dean pushed Sam out the door as he headed to their car Sam following. The Impala was in a word: cool, I had a thing for classic cars and I had to admit this was the king of classics. Great shape, no scratches or dents that I could see and still running like a charm from what I knew.
"Do you have your room key?" I asked to be sure they hadn't caught on to other hunter's bad habit of forgetting their room keys more then not.
"Yeah," Sam said holding up one. "Dean has the other one."
"Good." I shut their door. "Some hunters I've met have a bad habit of leaving their room keys in there room and/or leaving their rooms open. Even the salt lines only work if you keep them intact but still you should do everything you can to keep to keep yourself safe. Speaking of which, I better check the ones on the outside of the windows." I ran around the corner.
Sam and Dean looked at each other. "She's a little eccentric." Sam said, "and a little too trusting when she meet us."
"Yeah, haven't you noticed she latched on to us like we have worked together before and got along great?" Dean pointed out. "That I noticed is a little weird but it's like she wants us to like her but isn't trying too hard on it."
Sam said "But I feel like she is keeping something form us."
Dean agreed, "A secret only she knows and doesn't wish to share or at least not yet."
Sam started to think. "Do you think Bobby might know what's she's not telling us?" He asked.
Dean shook his head. "Bobby told us everything he knew about her. Maybe it's something to do with her past that only she knows and doesn't want everyone to know."
"The lines are still there." I came back. "Sometimes the weather doesn't help keep them in place especially if it rains or the wind starts blowing but, no problems with them this time."
"Great, we good to go," Dean slammed the trunk "Where we going?"
"I've studied the werewolves hunting technique and some of their favorite areas. They are headed to the docks tonight. There are always homeless people there since there are plenty of shelter under some of the smaller over turned boats, people working late, and some high school kids like to get drunk down there. That's why they hunt there, plenty of food sources at night. Let's get going."
As we walked Dean and Sam told me about their last encounter with a werewolf. I nodded as they finished, "Most take a little time to figure out what they are and what they are doing but after time they learn to remember their transformation and what they did during that time they were a werewolf. These ones are old enough to know exactly what they are doing and haven't stopped or even tried to for that matter. They are old enough to control their werewolf tendencies to kill. I knew a werewolf who chained himself to pipes in his basement to keep himself from killing people after he found out what he was doing. I was surprised that he had been able to stop himself. I couldn't kill him so I left him alive. He had lost control and killed someone that's what brought me there but he promised me if I let him live he wouldn't let himself cut it that close to his transformation again. He goes down there at sunset and can't leave until sunrise."
"Can't he unlock himself as a werewolf?" Dean asked.
"Wolves don't have hands to do that so no." I smiled, "He knows what he's doing. The only reason I found out is I was cruising the neighborhood after dark and past his house and heard loud noises that you can only hear because he left the door to the upstairs open. The next day I came to take care of the problem and he told me everything and promised never to let it happen again. He showed me how he controls himself and I knew he was trying to help others when hurting himself, werewolves hurt themselves if they suppress the tendency to kill. Quiet now, we're getting close to the docks."
"Don't we want the werewolves to come to us?" Sam pointed out. "Should we want to get them close so we can kill them?
"Not exactly, we want to get behind them so we can kill them without getting ourselves killed." I said rolling my eyes. "You've never had to kill one that knew what he was doing so this is new to you so do as I say and you'll survive, okay?"
"We know what we're doing we've been doing this for years! Sam and I we hardly remember what it was like before our dad became a hunter!" Dean said.
"I don't remember anything Dean, I was a baby!" Sam reminded him.
"Whatever either, be quiet, or when you get mauled because you were being too loud don't expect me to feel sorry for you especially if you were asking for it." I said sarcastically.
"Mauled?" Sam said surprised. "Who do you know who's been mauled by a werewolf?"
"That's how Gregory died." I said sadly. "He took me in after my mom died he was like father to me even though he wasn't my father."
"What about your dad?" Sam asked. "Do you know who it was?"
I sighed. I'd expected this to come up eventually. "I never knew him. He died before I met him." I suddenly but quickly put a finger to my lips and pointed, we had arrived at the docks and there were four men working and a bunch of kids drinking. "This is exactly the kind of thing they will go for." I whispered quietly. We waited and soon we saw movement coming near the unsuspecting victims. All eight of the werewolves were sneaking toward where the people who were unaware of the evil creeping up on them to kill them. "The big black one is Alpha." I whispered pointed him out near the front of the pack.
They nodded and then I turned my attention to my guns. I pointed my rifle directly at Alpha. "This time you won't dodge it." I muttered as I pulled the trigger. The gunshot made every person and werewolf scatter. Alpha dodged it again.
"Dang it, he did it again!" I shouted and took aim at him again but missed. "Oh, I hate him!" The werewolves had noticed me now and were trying to reform to attack me.
I kept shooting at Alpha but every time he dodged it but I wasn't giving up. I had to hit me at least once but he was dodging every bullet I shot. The werewolves were running at us now. I turned my attention to the ones in the lead. I shot one and the wolves scattered but I shot another. "That makes six left but I missed Alpha! He dodged my bullets! He's so luckily to get away every time but it's so frustrating I can't get him!"
"There are four werewolves left." Dean corrected after my tirade. "Sam and I both got one but neither was Alpha."
"They've probably gone back to their hiding place now." I said as I clutch my fists. "Oh I wish I knew where it was so I could finish them off once and for all. I wish I could get him but he always dodges me." I went toward the down werewolves to make sure they were dead, and all four were.
"Well now what do we do?" Dean asked since I seemed to be leading this operation.
"Go back to the motel and wait for tomorrow night." I looked around, "Where'd Ruben go? Ruben!" I called but he didn't appear. "Ruben!" A feeling of loneliness and abandonment started to seep into me cutting to my very soul. "First my dad, then my mom, then Gregory and now Ruben, when are people I love going to stop leaving me?" I muttered under my breath. My vulnerability was starting to show and it bothered me.
"Maybe he followed the werewolves." Dean suggested.
"Yeah, he'll come back." Sam could sense I needed that dog with me. He also remember when he and Dean checked in, I'd checked in and told the women of my abandonment issues so Ruben could stay with me.
"No, he knows to always stay by my side when I hunt. He knows never to leave me." I said and went back to where I'd hidden before I started to shoot.
"Maybe he ran off." Sam suggested "Maybe the gunfire scared him and he ran."
"For six years I'm had him with me. I was ten when I found him as a puppy and trained him to never run from gunfire. Two years after that Gregory died. Ruben helped me through that. He's like the only thing I have that is truly mine." I said and then sighed "Let's go." We started walking but halfway to our motel. I heard something behind us. I whirled and the boys did to but we didn't have time to react as Alpha jumped me.
I fell screaming as his claws started to tear at my flesh. He didn't bite me otherwise he'd turn me and he wanted me to die not become one of them. I covered my face with my arms to protect it. This had to be the end; I would die just like Gregory had died.
"Get away from her!" I heard Dean shouting then started shooting him. He let go of me but I was in so much pain. I didn't move hoping he would think I was dead and leave me alone. Then it struck me. I was looking vulnerable and like a lost child in front of my half brothers.
"Sapphire," Sam's voice sounded far away to me. "Help's coming!" He said "You'll be all right! Stay with us!"
"I should have told you." I whispered. "I always wanted to find my brothers like my mother told me to do as she lay dying. Now I have done what she asked but I failed at the same time. I never told you but if I tell you now then maybe I haven't failed. We have the same father. I'm your sister, your half sister."
I closed my eyes and fell into sweet oblivion.