Title: Futures Past (working title)
Author AtticusFinchFan
Rating: K+
Summary: Deanna Winchester, Sam's daughter, carrying on the family business…with Sam and Dean's help, of course. One case they come in contact with hits close too home for Dean and Sam, and help's them realize that the more things change, the more things stay the same.
A/N: Un beta-ed (for now)
Her hand flung to her back pocket when she felt her cell phone vibrate. She put it to her ear. "Winchester." She turned suddenly and reached for the door handle. "When did it start?" and yanked the door open. "How many cases have been reported?" Then slid into the driver's seat and quickly closed the door. "Where?" She turned the key, revved the engine, put her foot on the brake, and put it in drive. "Ok, I'll meet up with a couple associates before hand and be there sometime tomorrow. Cool?" "Ok, bye." Deanna threw the phone on the seat beside her, gripped the wheel with both hands and slammed on the gas.
Before she could even think about coming to someone's rescue she had to worry about no one coming to her rescue.
Even before she pulled into the driveway, her dad stepped onto the front porch, and the temperature dropped 20 degrees…ok, maybe not, but it felt like it to her. "The best way to preserve the body." She muttered.
Her dad approached the car, and stood right in front of the door so she couldn't get out. "Took you long enough."
It took all Deanna had not to roll her eyes. She kept her attention focused in front of her and her jaw clenched tightly. "Farmers Branch, Texas."
"What has Farmers Branch, Texas got anything to do with why it took you so long to get here?"
She turned her head slightly and glared at her dad. "Farmers Branch, Texas is where there's a job."
"What?" he stepped back slightly. "How? How do you know?"
Deanna picked up her cell phone. "I got a phone call from a contact in Texas."
"Who do you know in Texas?"
"I have a couple friends that went to the University of Texas in Arlington. I visited them in the summer."
Her dad was silent for a minute. Deanna foolishly thought she was off the hook. She usually was when they were presented with a job. "Well, Texas can wait. Come inside. There are things I want to talk to you about." See? Foolish.
She sighed in exasperation as her head hit the steering wheel with a thud. "Yes sir,"
As soon as Deanna entered the house the temperature dropped another 20 degrees. Her uncle was alive and well apparently. She entered the living room, he was sitting in the lounge chair near the window, he had had his head against the backrest and his eyes closed. The sun coming in through the window bathed his whole body in sun. And at that moment in time Deanna found it hard to believe how much sun could make a leather jacket and blue jean clad middle aged man look like the innocent young man she knew he once was.
She stepped forward. "Uncle Dean?" he jumped a bit and focused his weary eyes on her. She was almost sorry to have disturbed him.
"You're back," his lips curled into a semi snarl as he settled his head against the backrest again and closed his eyes. "What happened? Get called off again or ya just didn't-"
"Actually!" she cut him off before he could finish. "Actually I did get a call."
His head turned slightly, but other than that he didn't make any inclination he had even heard her.
"A contact in Texas phoned me-"
"A contact!" his head shot up. "A contact? What are ya now?" he shot her an incredulous glare. "A seasoned vet?"
Deanna sighed. Couldn't she get one break today? Where was a Kit Kat when ya needed one? "Look, just listen to me, alright?"
He snorted and then settled again. Obviously he didn't want to hear anymore. –Too bad-
"What he told me," she bowed her head and focused all her attention on her hands, "It sounds a lot like a myth I've heard about called the Blood Libel myth."
Her uncle shifted violently in his chair. "You know about that myth?"
"But it's not exactly like it." Deanna rushed. "Instead of minority religion sacrificing, it's different…"
"How, De?" Dean slid to the edge of his seat and fixed his niece with a determine glare. "Tell me, how is it different?"
"The babies…they're dying and no one knows how and why. Healthy babies one day and dead the next. At first they thought it was S.I.D.S., but after the 6th case was reported in as many weeks-"
"They started to realize that whatever it was wasn't S.I.D.S.-" Dean finished it for her. She nodded and he stood. "We'll talk on the way." He quickly covered the distance between the lounge chair and the front door, then pulled it open and waited for Deanna to catch up. As soon as she got close enough to the door he pushed her the rest of the way out and closed the door behind them.
The two stopped rather abruptly when they noticed their brother and dad leaning against the Impala with his arms crossed over his chest and a rather impassive look on his face. He smirked when he saw them. "I figured as soon as you started talking about Texas to your uncle that I may as well ready us for the road."
Deanna's hand slipped to her back pocket, where she usually kept her car keys. "You threw them on the table in a fit before storming to the living room. I grabbed them and threw a couple of changes of clothes in the Stingray's trunk." Who needed a mom when you had Sam Winchester for a dad?
"Oh," she nodded slightly and slid her hand back around to the front and shoved it into the front pocket of her hoodie. Black. Just like her uncle's jacket. "Thanks."
Her dad's attention slipped from her to her uncle. "And for Dean Sr." He smirked at his own joke. "I pack stuff for you too. It's in the Impala."
"Ah…" Father and daughter turned their attention to uncle as Dean spoke up. "I'd like De to ride in the Impala with me. At least until the first stop." He shrugged. "I'd like to talk to her for a while."
"Ok," Sam nodded and pushed off of the Impala. "Throw me your keys, Deanna and we'll get going."
Deanna sighed in an exaggerated manner as she obeyed her father and threw him her keys. –Man- she thought –this is gonna be a long ride.- What scared her even more about the ride to Texas was no knowing whether it was the ride itself or the fact that some of that ride, if not all, would be spent in the same car as her uncle. Any other time she wouldn't have bothered, but this time her uncle was pissed off and most times, when her uncle was in a pissed off mood, Deanna had a hard time comparing the feeling she got to anything other than what a person would feel like if they had been thrown to a whole pack of rabid, starving wolves.