Sam got behind the wheel as Dean sat next to him in the Impala. They had gotten the address from the nice bartender and were about to pay a little visit to that girl, Tyler. Dean was muttering to himself about how he was going to pay her back big time. Sam smiled and started the car. They blasted AC/DC as they drove toward their destination.
The house looked quite ordinary, beside the fact it stood in the middle of nowhere. The lights were out and the wooden fence seemed so fragile the smallest gust of wind would tear it down. There was a big rusty pickup truck parked next to the only tree on the property. The whole place had a mucky feel. Sam and Dean looked at each other before getting out the Impala.
Sam grabbed the shotgun from the trunk and Dean took out his gun. They weren't planning on hurting her, but it was never bad to be prepared. They slowly approached the house, but no one seemed to be home. They stopped at the door and looked at each other, before trying it. It was locked. Dean took out his tools and picked the lock, while Sam checked if someone was watching.
The door slid open and Dean took up his gun again. They went in, trying to distribute their weight as best they could, hoping to prevent the wooden floor from cracking. The house was dark and silent. Sam frowned. Too silent. He was about to whisper to his brother when the lights were switched on. The light seared their eyes and they were forced to shut them.
When they opened them again, they were looking down the barrels of six guns. Tyler was standing on the stairs, leaning on the railing, handling a small gun inlaid with gold. And around her were six kids from all ages. A Caucasian toddler holding a shotgun, two preteen Asian boys with twin guns, a black teenage girl with a stun gun and a Native American guy who seemed close to Tyler's age with an actual machine gun. They all seemed to know exactly what they were doing.
"You know, it's considered rude in some countries to drop by so close to dinner time," Tyler said smirking. Sam and Dean lowered their weapons, unsure of what to do. "These yours?" Dean asked. "Yep, that's me. Popping out kids since 1986." She gestured to the others to put away their weapons. "So, what's for dinner?" Sam asked innocently. Tyler looked at the Native American guy next to her, who shrugged in response. "I have no idea."
Before they knew it, the brothers were seated at the dinner table, while the kids went back to playing. The Native American guy and the black girl stayed downstairs with Tyler, who grabbed a chair, reversed it and sat down. "Guys, these are Sam and Dean Winchester," she said. "Sam, Dean…this is Jet. And this pain in the ass right here is Avalon." The girl snorted. "So, which one is Dean?" she asked. Tyler nudged her head towards Dean. "Huh."
"What's with the huh?" Dean asked, getting annoyed. "Nothing," Avalon replied. The three young boys ran through the room. Something silver shot past Sam, lodging itself in the wall behind him. It was a dagger. Jet grabbed the oldest boy by the collar, stopping him in his tracks. "Dante, what did we tell you about this?" The other two boys stopped running around and looked at the exchange. "Um…no running with daggers?"
Sam grinned. Jet hauled the boy off his feet and said: "No touching blades until you're a full-fledged hunter. Now put it back where you found it." The boy yanked the dagger out of the wall and went upstairs. "The same goes for you Ivan, Silver. No touching hunter stuff, beside the guns," Tyler said. The boys nodded gravely. "Good. Now go ahead and play." This brought smiles upon their faces again and they ran away.
Jet walked to the refrigerator and grabbed two beers, handing them to Sam and Dean. "Weren't you supposed to be having dinner or something?" Dean asked as he sipped his beer. "Keanah is late," Avalon replied. They heard the front door swing shut and a blond haired beauty came walking in, carrying three pizza boxes. "If it isn't our exotic dancer!" Tyler called out. Keanah smiled and said: "Better a dancer than a thief." "Ouch."
Jet called the boys down, while Tyler and Avalon looked through the pizza boxes. Keanah was eyeing the brothers. "Sam and Dean Winchester huh?" "That's us," Sam said. Keanah turned to Tyler and asked: "Which one is Dean?" Tyler didn't even look up or pause. "The short one." Dean glared at her. Sure, he wasn't a giant like Sam, but short? That was a bit too much. Keanah looked at Dean and smiled seductively.
"So you're the one we shouldn't let into our pants? Figures." Dean almost spat out his mouthful of beer. "Excuse me?" Avalon sat down next to him. "Your father told Keanah and Tyler not to let you into their pants. He called you a womanizer." Dean was shocked. His father said that about him? Well, it was the truth, but still! Sam burst out laughing. "So, is the other one fair game then, Tyler?" Keanah asked.
Tyler grabbed one of the pizza boxes and walked up the stairs as she said: "Knock yourself out. Just…make sure you leave him in one piece. I'm not cleaning up your mess again." Sam blushed and found something very interesting on his shoe. "Where are you going?" Jet asked. "My room. Why?" Jet frowned. "With an entire pizza?"
"The General gave me Alpha status. If you don't like it, you know where you can take your complaints." With these words, she walked upstairs. Jet shook his head and started to divide the pizzas. "Alpha status?" Sam asked. "Ah yes. The General made her leader of the pack before he died. Never had a chance to revoke it. She gets first dibs," Keanah said. "She deserves it though. She sacrificed a lot for us," Avalon mused.
They all sat down to eat, the kids talking about homework and school trips, the others talking about college, university, work and hunting. The brothers began to feel pretty comfortable here. "You guys can stay here if you want. Or are you just passing through?" Jet asked. Dean thought about that for a moment. "I guess we'll stay a while. It's not often we meet a family of hunters." Little Silver was making a mess of himself and Avalon was trying to clean him up, to no avail.
"Well, we're not all hunters. Not yet. It's usually Tyler on her own or with Jet. Keanah is the second oldest, but she doesn't hunt. University is taking up all her time," Avalon said. "Tyler doesn't go to school?" Sam asked. A silence fell. Jet coughed and said: "She dropped out of high school when she was sixteen. That's when The General died. Since then, she's been providing for us and hunting occasionally. We all try to pitch in, but there's only so much you can earn as an exotic dancer, mechanic or shop assistant."
Sam nodded. To live on your own, working and studying was hard enough. But to have to care of six others beside that. It was nigh impossible. "Times must have been hard on her. On all of you." Keanah nodded. "I often think it's even crueler that she has to pay for all university, college and school tuition. Since she never got to go. She would have aced university." After that remark, they all fell silent. Dean tried to change to subject.
"So, how'd The General find you guys?" Ivan looked at him with somber eyes and replied: "We are special." Dean frowned. "Special?" Dante nodded. "I can read minds." The brothers were taken aback by this comment. Is he serious? "Read minds?" Keanah explained. "All of us lost our families to supernatural stuff. And some of us have…abilities. Like Dante can read minds. Avalon can smell a vampire from a mile away. And Tyler…well…she can sense the supernatural."
Sam and Dean looked at each other. Sense the supernatural? "That's a very handy ability for a hunter." Jet gulped down his beer. "It is. Just like the fact she doesn't sleep." Dean took in a sharp breath. "She doesn't sleep?" Ivan shook his head. "She naps. But she never sleeps. The General said it was because of the nightmares."
The Winchesters looked towards the stairs. They had gone looking for Tyler, but they had found this peculiar family of special children and hunters. Nothing was as it seemed.