Chapter Twenty-Five: Hunter Talk
"Hi Dad!" I said cheerfully, though my eyes were on my dad's right arm that was hidden behind the door. That could only mean one thing: he was holding a shotgun.
"Who's this?" Dad asked, nodding towards Jason. I was about to answer when I heard the sound of someone sharpening a knife. I peeked around Dad and saw Uncle D sitting on the couch, a very, very sharp knife in hand. Oh shit.
"Dad, this is Jason, that friend I told you about," I said calmly.
Jason held out his hand for a shake. "It's wonderful to meet you, Mr. Winchester."
I bit my lip...and Dad shook Jason's hand quickly. "And why are you on my porch?" he asked.
"I was walking Abby home," Jason explained, "from Christi's, sir. I didn't want her to walk in the dark alone." Now, Mom would have been okay with that and thought is was very sweet, but here was some guy talking to my dad about pretty much liking me.
Dad looked Jason up and down, which was pretty funny since they were the same height, and I saw his arm tighten, which could only mean that he was holding onto the shotgun really tight. "Thank you for your concern, but get off my porch."
Heh, not liking being rude, Dad! "Oh for god's sake!" I suddenly explouded. "Dad, why the hell are you being an ass?"
He looked shocked at my outburst. "Abby, get in the house."
I looked passed him at Uncle D, who was just looked at the scene unfolding. "No."
"Abby," Dad warned.
"I don't think you should tell your daughter what to do, sir," Jason said. Oh god! This wasn't supposed to happen! This was the reason why no one ever came onto my lawn!
Dad raised his eyebrows. "Excuse me?" I could see him slowly pulling the shotgun out from behind the door.
"Dad!" I yelled, pushing myself between Jason and my psyco dad. "Stop it! He's a hunter, alright?"
There. I said it. And I should have said it sooner, as the air became filled with silence. I saw Uncle D chuckling on the couch behind Dad, and slowly Dad turned back into his normal self.
"Why didn't you say so earlier, Abby?" Dad hissed at me.
"I-I-," I stuttered.
"Damn it, Sam. Let them in," Uncle D said from inside the house. And Dad did. The three of us walked into the living room, greeted by Doggie and Duckie who had been outside. Mom was standing by the back door, and I wasn't sure what she had heard.
"So you're a hunter?" Dad asked, sitting down on the couch next to Uncle D. That was Jason's cue to sit down, and he did on a recliner opposite the couch. I sat on the stone fireplace.
"Yes, sir."
"Your parents hunters?" Uncle D asked, as Mom walked into the room and stood behind the couch.
Jason nodded. "Yeah, but they're both over in Europe now."
"Abby," Mom interrupted. "Introduce your friend formally to all of us."
I smiled up at her. "Right. So this is Jason Hargrove. Jason, that's my Dad, Sam Winchester, my uncle, Dean Winchester, my mom, Emily Winchester, and my pets, Doggie and Duckie." I smiled. "Oh and there are other hunters but they're not here right now."
"Thank you, Abby," Mom said. "It's nice to meet you Jason." With that, she sat on the couch between Dad and Uncle D.
"So your parents are in Europe?" Uncle D started.
"Yeah. Old ghost hunting. Like in castles and stuff," Jason told him.
My uncle smiled. "Man, I haven't done an old haunted house since that haunted hotel way back when. Remember Sammy?"
"How could I forget?" Dad said with a smile. "Me and Dean got confused for a gay couple."
Jason wasn't sure if they were kidding, cause who could with that statement, and looked at me. I was smiling, so he chuckled.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Man was that funny," Uncle D said, flipping the knife in his hand and thinking back to the 'old days'.
"So uh, Abby told me about the Woman in White," Jason said.
"Did she now?" Dad asked, glancing over at me.
"I did," I said cheerfully.
"And did she put all the credit on herself?" Dad asked, a hint of a smile on his face.
"Uh...yes," Jason said, unsure of himself again. Damn our family and our weird sense of humor.
"Abby come on, we all know you just stayed at the hotel," Dad teased.
"Hey! I was the one who burnt the friggen' tree!" I exclaimed.
"Yeah, Sam. Don't you remember?" Uncle D asked.
Dad smiled. Then Mom started to talk.
"So, Jason. What do you have planned for Thanksgiving? Are your parents coming in for the holiday?" she asked.
"No. I was just going to stay home. Watch some movies," he shrugged.
Mom and I exchanged a glance.
"Why don't you have dinner with us?" Mom asked.
Jason seemed surprised at the request. "I wouldn't want to intrude."
"No, no, Thanksgiving is about giving right?" she smiled. "Besides any hunter...well besides Gordon, is welcome for holidays."
"Then you can meet my Gramps," I told him from my place on the fireplace.
He raised his eyebrows. "The John Winchester?"
"The one and only," Uncle D and I said in unison. We both smiled.
"Well I can't refuse something like that. I'd love to come over for Thanksgiving. But," he glanced at the wall and read the time, "I should get home. I don't want anyone to steal my bike."
"Of course," Mom said, and we all stood up. "It was very nice to meet you, Jason. And feel free to come over any time." Dad was about to say something, but Mom thought it better he stayed quiet so she elbowed him in the ribs.
"It was nice to meet all of you. Never thought I'd ever meet the Winchesters though," Jason said, walking out the front door. A few good-nights and me and Jason walked to the sidewalk and I followe him to where the next yard started, so no one in my house could see us.
"I'm sorry about that," I said, suddenly feeling very shy.
He smiled. "No it was great. I can't wait to meet your grandfather."
I smiled. "You should be pleased with yourself. My dad would have normally shot you first and asked who you were later."
We smiled and were quiet for a minute, before he said my name really quietly and I looked up at him. Next thing I knew, he kissed me. It was a soft kiss and didn't last long but I couldn't have been happier. I looked up at him with a smile and whispered a good-night before walking back to my house. Mom, Dad, and Uncle D were all in the living room, when I got home. I started walking up the stairs to my room when Mom said behind me,
"He's cute, Abby."
I smiled and turned around. There the three of them were, all standing at the bottom of the stairs. "Glad you like him."
"Of course we do. He's coming to Thanksgiving dinner," Uncle D told me with a wink.
I grinned widely and walked up three more stairs before I remembered something. I turned around and said, "Oh and he's an empath."