A/N: Dean/OC with slight Gabriel/OC & Castiel/OC
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A/N:Italic is implied sarcasm. Italic is also thoughts.
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An Unexpected Surprise
Avery's P.O.V.
My alarms clock blares and I groan. Stretching my arms out wide I sit up in my bed. Rubbing my arms and cracking my neck I stumble into the bathroom. I curl my lip up in disgust at the filthy brown stain in the toilet bowl and on top of that there was a musty smell in the bathroom. The heat came on and I sighed in relief until it wiggled the pipe in the bathroom and pieces of ceiling fell off. Gingerly I turn on the water faucet, clear water came out. Thanking my luck I walk back out to grab some clean clothes.
I was in a dirty room, filthy carpet, ,the blanket on the shelf in the closet was stuck together in its folded-up state. It would not pull apart. There was only one bedside lamp that worked and multiple large cockroaches on walls, floor and bed. I shiver in disgust. I can't wait to gank this son of a bitch and get back to Bobby's. I glance at the clock and see it is 8:40. I go over to my suitcase and grab my white shorts, nude tribal leggings, my red The Flash tank top, and undergarments. I hop in the shower which has heated up. I step under the spray and flinch, the water is burning hot. I stand there for a few minutes to let my body adjust to heat. Once my body adjusts to the temperature I step under the spray and rest my forehead against the cool tiles. The hot water cascades over my body and relaxes my muscles and soothes my sores. Castiel really pushed me this time. I don't know why but I got the sense that he was trying to prepare me for something.
I shake my head and grab my body wash. I take my time lathering my hair and body with soap and shampoo before rinsing off. The water is starting to cool down so I quickly lather my hair up with conditioner before rinsing that out. I reach down, turn off the water, and grab two towels, one to wrap around my body and the other to wrap around my hair. After drying off a bit I slip on my clothes. I throw my black studded leather vest on over my shirt. I gently slip in my moms black angel wing earrings and brush my hair, my fiery blue eyes gleaming at the sight of my glossy, bouncy fire ombre curls.
I slip on a pair of ankle socks and my black studded leather combat boots. I gently slip my parents wedding and engagement ring necklace and my moms favorite "Believing is just the beginning" necklace on.I slip on my dads favorite black watch and a black studded bracelet on before slipping on my favorite pair of spiked black leather fingerless gloves. I grin at my glossy claw shape sharp fingernails, they can do some real damage. Over those I slip on a silver men's ring with a Celtic Family knot symbol that Bobby gave me for my eighteenth birthday and my dad's silver wolf head mask ring. Sighing I slip back into the bathroom and brush my teeth.
I finally stop procrastinating and slip on black ankle socks, my spike combat boots and end out to my car. My baby is a glossy Red 68 Dodge Charger Rt. I open the trunk and the secret compartment and grab two of my dad's favorite Celtic knives mom gave him, and stick them down either side of my boots. I slip his favorite black gun behind the waistband of my shorts and make sure my vest and shirt cover it. I slip my flask of whiskey in my right back pocket and my phone in the left. I check and make sure my light, money and keys are in my vest pockets. Then I grab a shotgun and put it in the passengers seat. I get in and start the car, grinning at the smooth purr it makes when I rev the engine.
"Arrogant prick." I think with a snort. The shifters case I'm working is almost to easy. The actually shifter is old and has never been caught. He thinks just cause he's supernatural that he's invincible. Normally I wouldn't take this kinda case but Bobby seemed to think I should and I didn't want to disappoint him. I drive to an abandoned alley and enter the sewers. "Course this guy just had to hide out in the sewers." I think, trying not to concentrate on what I am walking through. I am following disgusting piles of skin littering the ground. I hear a noise up ahead and instantly raise out my shotgun and check my silver bullets. I quietly creep around the corner and put my shot gun to a mans head.
"Who are you and what are you doing down here?" I demand in a cold hard voice.
"I could ask you the same." A familiar voice says tugging at the back of my brain.
"Answer the question now!" I shout. The man turns around and again his face makes me get another tug from the back of my brain.
"John. John Winchester." The man says holding out his hand. As soon as I hear his name I freeze and am instantly pull into nightmare of the night my parents died. I panic and my limbs seem to freeze up. "It's just a memory. It can't hurt you." I chant in my head until I feel my muscles relax. I concentrate and pull myself out of the memory.
Hello! Hello! Earth to who every you are! Are you okay?" John is shouting when I snap out of it. I try to nod but can't. It's then that I notice I am pulled up on to his lap.
"Why am I on your lap?" I ask.
"You fell after I told you my name and I caught you." He says releasing me. I stand up and brush the gravel off my pants.
"Thanks." I say picking up my shotgun and walking away. John follows me and stays at my side.
"Can I help you? Or did I just get a little puppy." I say sarcastically to hide the wave of emotions threatening to pull me under. To make me like that zombie I was the year I was fourteen. I pull those emotions back and shove them deep down. I refuse to become like that again.
"What's your name kid?" He asks. I intake sharply and he gives me a weird look.
"Avery. Avery Clarissa Rula- Summers." I say with a smirk, watching his face. The blood in his face slowly disappears until he is pale as if he has quite literally seen a ghost.
"Avery." He whispers shocked.
"Yup and all grown up." I says and he quickly gets himself together.
"Huh so that what Bobby meant when he said I might meet an old friend on this case." John says with a thoughtful look.
"Good ol' Bobby." I say with a chuckle.
"You know Bobby?" John asks.
"Yeah when I left home at 16th, I searched for you but found Bobby instead. He's like a father figure to me and he also taught me a lot of what I know about hunting. " I says putting a emphasis on the word hunting.
"I'm guess that your down here on the shifters case Bobby told me about then. " John says.
"Yup. Bobby told me I would meet an old friend, meaning you and resolve some business with this shifter." I says moving forward.
"What's the business?" John asks curiously.
"I'm guessing this is the one who tried to kill me back during my fourth hunt when I had just started out." I say and he nods.
"How's your boys?" I asks creeping forward.
"Good. Good. Dean is 26 and Sam is 22. Sam's off at collage and Dean hunts like me. " John says with pride in his voice.
"Bobby likes to talk about you guys a lot. He considers you guys family just like he considers me family. " I slightly emotionally.
"Say, does that red 68 Charger happen to belong to you." John ask trying to lighten up the mood.
"Yeah that's my Baby. Bobby helped me rebuild it and paint it. " I says with a smile.
"You and Dean would get along great." John says laughing.
"And why's that?" I asks.
"Because he calls my 68 Impala that I gave him Baby." John says with a smirk.
"That car is still alive and kicking? It's 20 years old." I asks with surprise.
"Yeah. Dean and I keep it running like it is brand new." John says with another hint of pride in his voice. I open my mouth to say something when a loud scream echo down the tunnel. "Shit." I silently curse in my head. I didn't know he had someone down here. I take off towards the sound with John at my heels. When we get around the corner the shifter is the only thing is sight. I groan realizing he tricked us. He hears me and whips around.
I stride forward, knowing I look every bit the fierce hunter that I am and secretly loving it. He snarls and I narrow my eyes as I scan the tunnel. A small movement from the corner of my eye catches my attention. It's just John slowly trying to edge his way behind the man. The monster spots him and snarls. John stops and looks at me. I hide my shock as he the senior hunter of this case looks at me for commands. My icy cobalt irises seem to have liquid blue fire in them and my body is loose and confident. I jerk my head telling him to wait.
"My what big teeth you have." I say coolly. He lifts a lip, revealing a fang in a mocking smile. He stands tall and confident. The new body he stole has tan skin, wavy locks of ebony black hair and of course his gleaming white fangs. His body looks like a freakin chiseled god. His rippling muscles screaming strength and power.
"The better to rip you apart with." He push out with a snarl. I don't flinch as I stare boldly into his hate filled gaze. He runs at us with his super speed and manages to grabs our guns. He tosses them behind him. I grab my hand gun from behind my back and unload an entire clip into his chest. He roars in pain and pleased dark smirk quickly appears on my face and then disappears just as quickly. Tossing that aside I grab my silver dagger from my boot and John grabs his from behind his back.
I charge at the shifter trying to stab him but he just steps to the side and I barely avoid falling. The shifter pays me no mind and charges at John. I turn around and try and charge it from behind but it has John by the throat. I raise my daggers and stab them into his back. He roars in pain and drops John. I raise my hand and he go flying into the wall. I pin him there and ignore John startled look. He struggles against my magic but I just tighten my grip on him.
"So, your the little brat that got the better of me 20 years ago." He snarls and I freeze. I lose control of my magic and he breaks free. He stands up, a triumphant gleam in his eye.
"What." I whisper shell shocked.
"I'm the one that killed your parents. I tore into their stomach and watch the life go out of their eyes. I killed that little brat of a brother. I enjoyed their screams so so much. " He gloats. White hot rage fills me. Out of the corner of my eye I see John quietly making his way over to the guns. I shake my head no at him. I want to be the one to end this son of a bitch's life.
"Why?" I ask part of me wanting to know and the other part wanting to stall him so John could at lest get his own gun as a back up plan.
"Because I wanted too and now I get to kill you. " He said with a twisted smile.
"Go to hell!" I shout.
"Any last words?" He asks.
"I hope you enjoy your stay in hell because that's where your going." I spit and ever so slightly nod my head at John. BANG! The gun goes off and the twisted smile slowly turns into a look of disbelievement. He turns to lunge at John but I am right there thrusting my knives into his heart.
"I hope you burn for eternity for what you did to my family." I whisper in his ear as he takes his dying breath. I push him off of me and light his body up. I turn around only to freeze at the sight of John leveling his shotgun at me. I dropped my gaze to the ground, not wanting to see the hate and disgust in John's eyes.
"Gonna shoot me John? I just saved your life." I wince as John make a sound it disgust.
"What are you? A witch?" He asks and then it's my turn to make a sound of disgust.
" I didn't sell my soul to the devil or anything to get this power. My magic comes from within me. I was born with it." I say with a shrug and he scoffs.
"Why hide it?"
"Um...Ever heard of the Salem witch trails? People fear what they can't understand. " I say sarcastically. Almost against his will John's lips turn up into a smile. I'm going to take it as a good sign. His eyes are still wary but he sighs and slightly relaxes his gun arm.
"I could show you?" I offer tentatively. Castiel taught me his nifty little trick on how to get into my and other peoples memories. He stares at me in disbelief. He seems to think about it before shaking his head yes.
"Before I show you this you have to promise not to tell anybody. Not even your kids."
"I promise." He says and I pull us into my earliest memory. I was a year old. I was in a room alone and I was using my magic to lift the stuffed animals in my crib up into the air. I was laugh hysterically. John goes over to pat baby me on the head, but is hand goes right through me.
"This is just a memory, they can't feel or hear us." I say softly. He nods and steps back beside me offering his silent support. Mom mom comes in and smiles at me. She picks me up. She waves her hand and warms cheery yellow and baby blue magic envelope my crib. When it clears away my crib is made and all the stuffed animals are back were they belong.
"Each of us has a different set of colors for our magic. It's how you tell one persons magic from another. My mom's was yellow and blue, I have a couple different colors." I say and memory mom walks out of my nursery. My magic swirls around us and then we're back in the sewers.
"I believe you." He says and smiles at me understandingly. John and I slowly make our way out of the sewers and over to our cars.
"If you ever need help, here's my number and here's Dean's number if you can't reach me." John says handing me a piece of paper with two numbers of it.
"Here and same goes for you." I say reaching into my back pocket and handing him my number.
John takes it and smiles at me. "It was good seeing you again. " He says.
"Ditto." I says and watch him get into is truck and drive away. I wearily make my way over to my car, get in and evanesce out to Bobby's place. My magic swirls around me and my car and we slowly disappear, then appear in-front of Bobby's place. I get out sighing in happiness and head in.
"Hey Bobby! I'm home!" I call out, shutting the door behind me. I walk through the house until I get to the library. I stick my head in and see Bobby sitting behind the desk read several ancient looking books.
"How'd the case go?" He asks with a sly smile. I frown at him and plop down in an arm chair.
"Well...Ran into John Winchester, not cool not warning me by the way, he knows about my magic, and then that shifter was the one that killed my family all those years ago so there's that." I say with a yawn. Bobby sits back shocked. I mean we all know that John shoots anything that's not normal...not human.
"The only reason I think I'm still alive...the only reason he didn't shoot me immediately is because he was still picturing me as that small innocent little girl."
"How are you feeling?" He asks concerned.
"Emotionally drains and physically tired." I get up and hug Bobby from behind. I bury my head in his neck and suck in his familiar old spice, whiskey, motor oil and gunpowder scent. He reaches back and squeezes my hand comfortingly. I sigh and use my magic to call us two beers from the kitchen. I pop the tops off and hand one to Bobby. He grunts in thanks already deeply absorbed in his books.
Flashback
Several hours after I got Bobby Singers information I pulled into a long dirt driveway. A sign announced it was Singer's Auto Self Service Salvage Yard. The sun had started to set and cast strange shadows around the yard. Stacks of cars towered above me, some that looked like they would fall at any second. My car slowly comes to a park in front of a old looking house.
"Stupid car." I grumble as my car stalls and then breaks down. I hesitantly get out, grabbing my keys and slowly walking up the stairs. I have to be careful of the holes in the porch. I straighten up and knock on the door. A gruff man wear a baseball hat, flannel shirt, jeans and has a stubble.
"Who are you?" He barks out gruffly.
"I'm Avery. Avery Clarissa Rula-Summers." I say and he looks me over.
"What do you want?" He ask still tense and wary.
"I'm here cause I was told you know John. John Winchester." I says and he blanches.
"You better come in." He say open the door. I smile gratefully and slip in. I note that there is a shotgun propped up beside the door. As I walk behind him I glance around and notice many esoteric books on lore and religion. I commit that to memory. Walking in the kitchen I immediately notice he has a wall of at least five cordless phones in the kitchen, each labeled with a different government agency and alias.
"Water?" He asks and I nod yes. I watch curiously as he pours me what looks like water from a flask. He hands it to me and watches intently as I gulp it down. When I finish the glass he seems to relax a little bit.
"Can you hold this for me?" He asks handing me a knife and reaching behind the fridge. I clutch the knife tightly and shift anxiously back and forth. He pulls his hand out and wipes it on a rag that was hanging out of his back pocket.
"I'll take that." He say pointedly staring at me hand. I start and the unclench my hand.
"Shit." I swear when I notice I made a shallow cut in my hand. I hand him back the knife.
"You can use the sink." He says noticing my cut. I smile gratefully and hurry over to rinse my hand. Bobby come up beside me with a first aid kit. I once more smile gratefully and let him bandage my hand.
"Thanks." I say and he waves away the compliment.
"Lets go into my Library and talk." He says pulling back sliding doors and gesturing to a comfy looking room. There a couple bookshelves against the walls, a couch under the window, several arm chairs, and a desk which Bobby sits behind.
End of Flashback
"Hey! Ave? You alright?" Bobby asks standing over me shaking my shoulders. I look at him and smile.
"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" I asks and he frowns.
"You were sitting there all quiet and still for quite a while." He says. I look down at my wrist watch and am shocked to see that I spent almost a half an hour reliving the memory of meeting Bobby for the first time.
"I was just reliving the first day I met you." I say and we both smile fondly at the memory.
"I remember how you slyly slid your little tests in there without being to obvious." I say and he laughs.
"Yeah, good time. You should go to bed you look tired." He say concerned.
"Yeah, haven't slept very long for the last day or two." I say getting up and stretching.
"Idjit." He mumbles good naturedly.
"Night Bobby." I say giving him a kiss on the check then head up stairs to get some much needed sleep. Once in my room room I get undress and slip into one of Bobby's big flannel t-shirts that I stole. As soon as my head hits the pillow I'm out like a light bulb.