I AM SOOO SORRY ABOUT HOW LATE THIS IS! School and job hunting ate my life :3 Alright, since ya'll waited so long let's just get right to it!
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Recap
"Sure, we can tell you. But I doubt you're gonna like it," Camie's voice sounds from behind me and I turn to look at her as she comes up to my side, resting her arm on my shoulder. At least she's dressed this time around, I think when I take in her sleep shirt and long pajama pants.
Sam looks like he finally understands what's going on, while Dean nods his head solemnly. "I figured. But I think we're more understanding than most about how some people's lives are screwed to hell," he intones.
Camie takes a seat next to me and grins. "Well then, here's our story boys."
Sam POV
I'm a little lost at first but from what I can tell, it seems as though Taylor must have said something to Dean about their past which pissed him off. When Camie says that she'll tell us about her and her sister's lives, I admit that I'm definitely interested; I mean come on! They're the youngest hunting team I've ever heard of. She settles herself on the bed opposite us and next to her sister, taking a deep breath.
"As you already know, our parents died when we were pretty young." She pauses and doesn't continue till we nod. "After they died, we were taken in by our mom's older brother. He was a hunter, had been since several of his friends got killed by a werewolf. He started training us to hunt from the moment he got custody. I was five the first time I shot a gun and seven the first time I helped on a hunt. Anyhow, he was like a lot of people in this line of work in that he liked to drink." Camie's lips curl up in a smirk at almost the exact time that Taylor's turn down in a grimace. "That man liked booze about as much as he liked shooting things. He was a mean drunk and was always screaming the roof off whatever motel we were at, blaming me and Taylor for killing our parents and ruining his life."
She stops again to catch her breath, and I use the opportunity to catch my own. There was once years ago, when John got plastered enough to blame me and Dean for our mother's death. It hurt like hell the one time he did, and I can't imagine what it would've felt like if he had said that every time he drank. Shifting my eyes over to Dean, I can see the reflection of buried pain in his eyes, and I realize he must have had the same memory. My eyes focus back to the sister's when I hear Camie sigh heavily.
"Without going into too much detail, one night a couple weeks after Taylor turned 12, he came home drunk, found me cleaning up some broken glass, and hit me; It was the first and last time. Taylor saw it happen, grabbed a gun and shot him close range through the heart. . . We burned the body and got the hell outta town."
I nod my head and clear my throat before asking, "Is that when Bobby found you?"
They look at each other for a second before Taylor answers. "Yes and no. He found heard about a couple of street urchin hunters, so he started a search for us, though it was a few years later by accident that he found us."
(Flashback) "Yeah, I'm in town. Now calm down for a second and think Rufus! If you didn't kill that vamp nest then who did?" Bobby rolls his eyes as he hurries down the town's deserted streets on his way to the wasted vampire nest and the panicking hunter. Just as he passes another alley, noise from the shadows gets his attention. "I've gotta go Rufus," he mutters into the phone, hanging up and cutting the other hunter off mid-sentence. Quickly drawing his machete from his jacket, he carefully inches into the dark alleyway. Flicking on a small flashlight, he scans it over the trashcans and dumpsters, stopping when the beam illuminates two rather grubby and tense children's faces. Bobby immediately lowers the machete, but keeps the light aimed at the two young girls, taking in their appearance. They both look young, but one is obviously older than the other. They're wearing clothing that hangs off their skeletal frames, the material sticking to their filthy skin as they crouch on what looks to be a makeshift bed of ratty blankets and backpack pillows. The younger of the two watches the machete lower and something flashes across her face, her hand reaching back and snatching a pistol from one of the bags. She point it between Bobby's eyes, hand shaking as she draws the hammer back. "Balls!" He sighs and carefully sets the machete on the ground in front of him, holding his hands palm open to show no intended harm. They sit for a second before the older starts talking.
"Alright buddy, I don't know who you are and frankly I don't care. However seeing as how ya got one of these," she hold up the machete, "I think it's safe to assume that you're a hunter. If you came here for the vampires, you're too late; me and my sister just finished dealing with that particular problem. We'll be leaving here soon, so you don't have to worry about that either. Now that all the niceties are taken care of, what do ya say to just turning around and walking outta here?" She finishes and stares at him, waiting for him to do something.
Suddenly it clicks and Bobby's brows raise. "You're those kid hunters right?" The younger one wrinkles her forehead in confusion and turns to her sister, keeping the gun trained on him.
"What's he talking about? I thought we were flying under the radar!" Her sister just shakes her head though, looking about as confused.
Bobby chuckles a little and answers, "Well, hunting is about as far under the radar as you can get. We don't miss much, so when hunts started to get taken care of without any known hunters taking them, we started looking for a reason." He shifts uncomfortably before asking, "Can I put my hands down? Now that I know who ya are, I ain't got much of a reason to hurt you." They consider before nodding in consent. (End flashback)
"Anyway, Bobby wound up finding a hunter family that we stayed with for a couple years till I turned 16. It was after that when Bobby took us in, and around a year later that we took his last name," Taylor concludes, leaning back on her hands.
"I gather that it was around then that Bobby kicked your dad out of his house?" Camie questions, her brows coming together in curiosity.
"Yeah, I had just left for Stanford, so it was just our dad and Dean hunting together," I reply, looking at Dean. His features are schooled though and I don't see any indication of how he feels hearing that memory voiced.
"Stanford, huh? Ivy league." Camie makes a whistling noise through her teeth. "Impressive." Before I have a chance to respond, Dean speaks up.
"Yeah, he's always been the smart one. Always known what he's wanted." I hear pain in his voice which, although I expected it, still hurts. What I didn't expect was the pride in his statement. Hearing it causes a dull ache in my chest, and I discreetly blink a few times. "Well," Dean starts after a moment of silence, "you both have one hell of a story!" He chuckles and Taylor smiles a little almost in spite of herself. Camie yawns loudly, then blushes, clearing her throat and trying to cover her embarrassment. I feel myself start to grin at the display, despite knowing that it'll probably piss her off. Dean grins as well, going to stand. "Alright kid, I can take a hint. C'mon Sam, we should see about getting some shut eye." I get to my feet and we both head for the door.
"We'll see you guys in the morning," Taylor says as she follows us to the door to lock up after us. Dean agrees and the door snicks shut behind us. I follow Dean back to our room and take a seat on my bed while he walks to the bathroom. After a while, the toilet flushes and he exits, toothbrush in his mouth.
"You know, they kinda grow on you," I say and watch for Deans response. He spits into the sink before answering.
"I agree, they do grow on you . . . Like a fungus." I roll my eyes and he smirks, having achieved his daily goal of annoying me. "One thing's for sure though," he continues, "You can tell that they've lived with Bobby. . . Same snarky attitudes." The truth in that makes me smile; If I didn't know any better I'd think they're his biological daughters.
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Once more guys I'm so sorry that it took me this long to upload a chapter! The next chapter is already written though, so all I need to do is upload that one as well. . . A two-for-one :D Please review! They keep me going!
