A/N: Happy Tuesday, fellow SPN Family members! Thanks to NightReader22, celinenaville, talknerdy2meh, and attemptedvisions for reviewing! Here we have another shift in perspective, this time to the preacher's daughter, Lori, from Episode 7, Hook Man. Not my favourite episode, but it does have one of my favourite Winchester moments in it. When the boys threw each other the gun and the necklace, I was pretty amazed. The way they moved in complete unison, that's when I knew that the show was something special. So that's what inspired this chapter. Hope you enjoy, and please review!

Disclaimer: Nothing recognizable belongs to me. I just like playing in other people's sandboxes.


Synchronicity and Silence

When Lori was younger, she had always wanted to be a ballerina. The grace that came from hard work and determination was something to behold. The way the dancers moved across the stage, displaying such emotion without saying a word, left her breathless. She wanted to evoke the same feelings in others that she felt when watching the beautiful dancers twirl across the stage.

And it wasn't just their beauty and strength that she admired. It was the synchronicity of it all. The way they all moved in perfect unison, being exactly where they needed to be at exactly the right time in order to support the Prima Ballerina. The teamwork and flawless execution of group choreography was what she loved most of all. Knowing that you were working alongside a group of like-minded individuals with a common goal (to make people feel something) …Well, isn't that something that every person on Earth strives for? Everybody wants somebody that they can depend on no matter what.

She had taken lessons back when her Mom was still alive, but had quit once she realized just how difficult it was to dance with such poise and elegance. The cracked and bleeding feet had her hanging up her tutu by the time she was 13 years old.

But she had never quite gotten over it. She still went to see Swan Lake every spring for her birthday, and The Nutcracker every Christmas, half wishing that she had never given it up but also realizing that she really didn't have the discipline to use her body in such a way for so many hours a day.

Despite having given it up so long ago, the lessons that ballet had taught her kept her marveling at the gracefulness of life in general. Not only in the things that were meant to be graceful, such as a ballerina or an ice dancer, but also in the rougher elements. She saw elegance in a storm, restraint in the way a quarterback dodged a tackle, dignity in a prized showjumper defying gravity to overcome a water obstacle.

In short, she saw God's hand in every little thing she saw. The gravity defying leaps, the spine-bending dips, the toe crunching twirls, and the way they all moved together as one being. Such an art form could only come from God's hand. Knowing that helped to calm her in times of doubt, knowing that nothing in this world could possibly be so magnificent without a benevolent Creator at the helm.

Knowing that there was evil out there scared her. The ghost of Jacob Karns terrified her, but what scared her more was that she had been controlling him, sending him after people she thought were immoral. She attempted to rationalize it in her mind: she did not know what she was doing; if there was a God to create good, there must be bad as well. Lucifer, the Devil, the Hook Man. The world was full of opposites, and they could not exist without one another to balance each other out.

But she had still seen the gracefulness that God bestowed upon his Earth. The two brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester. The way they had moved, always keeping an eye on each other while protecting her and her father. They had each other's backs, and it was as though being partial to that knowledge was half the battle for them.

Lori knew that such a level of teamwork only came after years and years of working together, but she still marveled at the way the two brothers instinctively knew where the other was. It was like they were two halves of a whole, or like she was watching two magnets get drawn together; they could part, go their separate ways, but always end up at each other's side.

When the Hook Man had been about to get her, Dean had yelled at Sam to drop and he had—just like that. There had been no hesitation, no thought against it. Just an order that sounded more like a plea, and the desire to prevent pain by following.

Lori had watched the two men try to riddle out what was tying the Hook Man to this world. When they realized it was the necklace her father had given her, she watched as they worked in tandem to protect her and get rid of the vengeful spirit of the preacher.

The squeal of Karn's hook on the wall shook both of them into action, and Lori saw more than felt Sam rip her necklace off her body. She watched the necklace and the rifle sail through the air within a hairsbreadth of each other. The boys didn't even look to see where the two projectiles would land, somehow knowing they would land in the already outstretched hands.

It had taken less than three seconds for the exchange to take place and Dean to take off down the hallway to destroy the necklace that was at least partially made from the preacher's hook. Less than a minute later, the ghost of Jacob Karns disappeared in a burst of smoke and flames with a scream of defiance.

None of this shook her. She was still trying to wrap her head around the way these two brothers worked together. There were no pedantic warnings about staying safe, no diatribes about what the world out there is like; they were nothing like her father. And yet, the meanings of those lectures were present. They came through specific looks, and the way they issued and followed orders.

The message was clear: "Stay safe." As Lori watched them, she knew they were the only ones they truly trusted to keep each other safe. Dean raced back to the main church after the ghost disappeared, and it was as though Lori was a mere ghost herself for all the attention he paid her. He quickly triaged his brother, announced that he didn't need a hospital and that he could take care of it back at their motel, and hefted his brother to his feet.

Lori wanted to say something, anything, to them, to thank them for what they've done, but she knew instinctively that she would only be interrupting their routine. Dean had his arm wrapped around his brother's abdomen, while Sam had his arm thrown around Dean's shoulders. Sam hadn't exactly been on the brink of bleeding out, but it was something they needed to do, an age-old tradition that must have gone back to their childhood. They easily maneuvered down the hallway and into the parking lot. Lori heard the grumble of the car's engine as they pulled away, and knew that Dean had somehow been able to pour his taller brother into the car and drive away as though they hadn't just disposed of a centuries old ghost.

Lori turned to the figure of Christ on the cross and smiled. Truly, there must be a Creator if two beings such as the Winchester Brothers can move in such synchronous ways, without a word being spoken at all.


A/N: So I hope that was good! A little more religious than I originally planned, but hey, it's from the point of view of a preacher's daughter who accidentally set a ghost on people she thought were immoral! Anyway, please review if you enjoyed and I will see you next week!

A small spoiler for next week too. We have an appearance by Papa John Winchester.