A/N: Hello my wonderful readers and welcome back for another journey with the Winchester brothers. This story will introduce you to a new character that I have developed. I hope you enjoy the story and will take this journey with me. Fasten your seatbelts; we are pulling away from the terminal. I do like to know your thoughts, reviews would be great. NC
Disclaimer: I do not own SPN and this story is my own creation.
Chapter 1
The commercial plane circled the runway as the pilot lined up for the landing. The 'Fasten Seat Belt' sign had been turned on and the passengers on the red eye flight from England all settled back getting ready for the decent. The tower gave the pilot the go ahead that they were clear to land on runway eight. The landing gear could be felt lowering and locking in place just before the plane started to drop lower from the sky. The pilot lined up with the runway, and he pulled back slowly on the throttles to slow the large plane's engines. He adjusted the flaps to slow the decent.
The wheels bounced once, then again, when they made contact with the runway and the forward motion decelerated by the brakes and the reverse thrust of the engines. The plane continued down the runway and slowed to a crawl while it was guided to the tarmac and up to the gate where the large plane came to a stop. The engines were shut down and the ground crew choked the wheels as the plane was made ready for the passengers to depart.
The young man sitting in seat M3 let out the breath he was holding as the plane came to a standstill. He didn't like flying, and only did it if there was no other option. He pushed his raven black hair back from his face and looked at the other passengers getting up to get their bags from the overhead bins. He stayed in his seat so they could file out when the side door was opened. After most of the passengers had embarked, he got up and opened the bin above his seat to get down his duffle. With it slung over his shoulder, he made his way to the front of the plane toward the waiting stewardess.
"Thank you for flying with us and enjoy visit in the states," she told him giving him a warm smile.
"Thanks," he mumbled stepping from the confines of the plane into the walkway to the terminal. He had a dull ache behind his eyes that seemed to get worse since they landed.
He strolled along until it opened into the huge terminal and stopped as the sights, sounds, and feelings of the place bombarded him as people hurried by to catch a flight or find family or friends. He slowly blocked each sense, putting up a wall for each until he had them tuned out, and his mind was calm again. Wanting to get out of this place, he looked at the signs and followed them through the airport until he found the exits and stepped out on the sidewalk looking one way and then the other searching for a familiar face.
"You need a taxi?" a man asked where a line of yellow cabs were waiting to pick up passengers.
He looked at the cars and shook his head no when he sensed who he was looking for. He made his way through the people to a line of cars farther down and stopped at a battered, beat up truck and got in.
"Hello cousin," the driver spoke to him as he settled his duffle between his legs. "How was the flight?"
"Long and loud," he said a hint of an accent in his voice. He rubbed his temples absently as the driver pulled away from the curb and headed away from the airport.
"Was surprised to hear from you and that you were coming over, are you hunting?" he asked curious about his cousin that he hadn't seen in ten years.
"Yes," he replied not willing to give any further explanation. Since he knew there was no way to bring weapons on the plane, he decided to contact some distant cousins for help knowing they would be able to get what he needed. The family still held to the old ways and he knew they would not turn him away. They would have what he needed to continue his search and no questions would be asked.
The truck continued out of the city away from all of the lights and congestion leaving it behind. It traveled on for several hours, leaving civilization that turned into sprawling countryside in its wake. It wasn't long before he was turning off the main road onto secondary roads that turned into gravel roads that finally led them to a small community of gypsies.
"Mother B is waiting to meet you and then you can catch a nap if you want," the driver told him as he pulled his truck up beside a white, clapboard house.
"Alright," the traveler acknowledged getting out of the truck and following him toward the house that was a little run down and needed a new coat of paint. He looked at the other houses he could see and noticed they all seemed the same way, but things were neat and clean around them.
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The traveler stepped into the house and looked around the dimly lit room until his cousin headed on into the kitchen. He dropped his duffle in the living room and followed him into a brightly lit kitchen that had a rich, hearty aroma filling the air. He saw an elderly woman of an undetermined age, standing at the stove stirring a large pot on the stove.
"He's here Mother B," the cousin said bowing to her out of respect.
"Thank you my child. Sit, sit," she said in a strong, unwavering voice as she waved to the table. She stood tall, even thought her size was petite and gave an air of authority and power.
He went to the table and sat down, motioning the traveler to a chair across from him. They waited at the table as Mother B ladled out two bowls of stew. She sliced two thick pieces of homemade bread, and put the slices in the bowls before sitting one in front of each of them.
"Eat," she commanded to the two young men, before moving away to the sink to wash the dishes.
They looked at the bowls and took spoons to start eating. They dipped the bread into the thick broth and ate it. They remained quiet throughout the meal. The traveler occasionally glanced to Mother B as she continued to clean the kitchen and put away the remaining stew.
"You know why I'm here," the newcomer said, breaking the silence in the room.
"You have traveled across the ocean to this land in search of an unknown foe, and need items you could not bring with you," she stated looking at him carefully.
"Yes, will you be able to help?" he asked.
"You will stay here tonight," she stated. "All will be prepared tomorrow. Show him his room."
"Yes Mother B," the cousin said getting up from the table. "Come with me."
He led the traveler back through the living room where he grabbed his duffel and followed him down the hall to a small room with a bed.
"You can stay here, bathroom's across the hall. I'll see you in the morning," he said turning and leaving him alone.
"Thanks," he replied sitting his duffel down in a chair and sitting on the bed. It was quiet here and his headache was almost gone. He didn't have to put up his walls here so he could let his mind and body rest. There was no one here that would dare harm him since he had been marked by his clan as a hunter and gifted one. He lay back on the bed and sent his mind to a safe place to recharge.
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The morning light streamed through the window waking him the next morning. He got up and went to the bathroom to relieve himself, brush his teeth and wash his face and hands. Once he had changed his shirt and repacked his things, he headed for the kitchen where he felt the others were gathered. Mother B was drinking tea and his cousin was having coffee. They looked toward him as he walked into the room.
"Coffee's on the stove," Mother B said. "Oatmeal's in the pot if you want a meal."
"Thank you for your kindness," he said serving himself coffee and a bowl of oatmeal. He moved to the table and took a seat so he could have breakfast.
"They will bring what you need here shortly," the cousin said.
"Thanks," he nodded as he spooned oatmeal into his mouth.
"Do you know where you will go?" Gran asked.
"Not yet, but I will."
"I can tell you are strong child. If you need assistance it can be found across the country. I will put the word out of your arrival and that help should be provided if needed."
"Thank you, your payment will be sent."
"For that we are grateful. Your clan should be proud of you."
"Will you leave once you are equipped?" the cousin asked.
"Yes," he replied knowing he didn't need to delay his departure.
"Beware of others out there who might not take kindly to you encroaching on their hunts," Mother B warned him. "There are some who will not understand you and may try to kill you."
"I will be careful, I was taught well. My Gramps and Grand made sure of it."
A knock sounded at the door and the cousin went to get it for Mother B. He brought back a pack and offered it to the traveler.
"This is the best we could do, but I think it will suffice until you find more," Mother B told him. "You may take my car. I have no need for it any longer. But before you go, kneel before me."
The traveler did as he was bade and knelt before the elder and bowed his head. She laid her gnarled hand on top of his head as she spoke in her native language.
"Îți trimit rugăciunea la cer pentru călătoriile în siguranța pentru Dominick Sebastian, te rog să-l călăuzești și să-l protejezi în această călătorie în acest ținut. Fie ca ei să vă dea putere, curaj și putere peste răul pe care îl caută. Fie ca strămoșii noștri să-l privească de-a lungul drumului. Du-te cu Dumnezeu, copilul." she prayed in a strong, clear voice.
(Translation: I send my prayer to the Heavens for the safe travels for Dominick Sebastian, please guide and protect him on this journey in this land. May thy give you strength, courage and power over the evil that he seeks. May our ancestors watch over him along the way. Go with God my child.)
"Thank you Grandmother. May you be blessed," Dominick said reverently and accepted the pack and keys offered to him. "I will return your car when I can." He got up from the floor and went outside and to a random looking car that was old, but when he cranked it was happy the engine sounded in decent shape. He pulled out onto the gravel road and headed back the way he came deciding to find a small town and motel and begin his search. This might seem like an impossible task for most, but this hunter was unique and was not one discouraged easily. He would search out contacts and start his search for the creature that had eluded him for over three years now.