My name is Bridgette Dubois.
I grew up in Arizona with a mom a dad and two sisters, the perfectly normal little family from most points of view.
But we are not perfect and we are anything but normal. My family is... Different. Every family has their secrets I guess; but not like ours, ours is special, I'm special, according to my mother. Sometimes I think I'm cursed. Like so many of the women in my family I know things people shouldn't know, see things people shouldn't see, and understand things most people don't and can't understand.
I am a medium; psychic some might say. Now I know what your thinking; but I am no Miss Cleo, you'll never find me on the psychic friends network or at a booth at the county fair reading palms for pocket change. That's why it's a secret; I have enough problems with out strangers walking up to me on the street begging me to reunite them with the family dog they grew up with.
Yes, I can talk to the dead like I am talking to you now, I can see into the past, sometimes the future, and even on the rare occasion into people's minds, all pictures and sounds playing like a movie in my head.
Pictures, sounds and even smells, horrible things that no one should ever have to witness plague my nightmares. Cosmic pleas for help and redemption meant to help and avenge. Someone has to speak for the dead and somewhere along the line the powers that be decided that someone was me.
It started when I was a little girl. I didn't understand it, as fare as I knew everyone was like me, my mom was, my older sister Ariel was. But I wasn't like other children, and that particular truth hit me hard come puberty. My "abilities" got stronger as I got older, where as my sisters seemed to taper off and as for my younger sister Marie she never seemed to develop them at all. Lucky them.
Maybe it was because Ariel was so good at pretending she was normal, that there were no ghosts, and no dreams that her abilities just faded away. I hated her for that. That she could ignore so easily what I couldn't, but I am also thankful for it, I learned to live with fear and uncertainty and I am stronger for it.
I made it through high school just barely, interned at the D. A's office, mostly go for work, coffee and the like. But I found my self that summer, sorted out my ambitions; I knew what I wanted to do with my life. I had been so unsure after graduation that it felt nice this new sense of purpose.
I was moving east to attend a small arts collage, I had always been artistic, a real eccentric I guess on top of the tomboyish persona. A real contrast to my sisters; Ariel the social butterfly who's entire world would fall part if she were preserved as anything less then cool, Marie the academic more like our father then any of us.
My parents were less then thrilled to hear of my going but supportive nonetheless. They've always been like that; it's what kept me sane through all those years of nightmares and visions. I guess they were just worried it was to far away, like I was running out on them in some small way.
But maybe I am.
In some small way.
I mean, I'll never abandon them, they're my family I love them, but there little girl has grown up it's time for her to move on. I need a fresh start, a clean slate. So here I am on a plane for Boston, for a new start in a new town to find my place in this world.
A/N: Okay so this is a little ficlet that goes with another series of fics am working on that involve an adult Bridgette and the Winchester brothers which will be posted in the Supernatural fandom as soon as I can work out some bumps in the writing road. Just thought I'd post this to see if I can get any Medium fans interested, so let me know what you think.