The day was filled with searching through the vast sea of papers that consumed her table, and presumably the room all around. The papers where so many considering they were filled with ancient lore that was mixed in with notes, locations, coordinates, and if anything there was something for anything any hunter could really need. "Why do you say you're not one of us when you possibly have more information on any of this than any of us do?" Sam asked as he looked up to see Tiny produce a smile at his comment.
"I may or may not have a best friend who just so happens to be a detective who calls up other hunters when the supernatural pops up to give them access to deal with it as he acts like he's doing his job properly, but you know, it's not like that happens right?" she stated as she shyly looked towards the other men in the room who just turned to her with a look. "You mean to tell me you're Police friend just gives you all these cases that are actually supernatural related just because you ask and can give anyone full access to a crime their not supposed to?" Dean stated as he went over exactly what she said. "Yeah, he was amazing, but he's…..uh, he's sort of gone now." She stated softly as she stared at her hands. She shook her head and pulled out her phone quickly and checked the time, her eyes glazed over as she sighed.
"It's late; you two need some shut eye in comfortable surroundings for once."Tiny stated as she heard Dean yawn in the background. Dean shook his head, "But we can't sleep till we see if there is anything at all here to help us find our father." He replied simply grabbing another piece of paper. She had slightly grabbed the paper as he pulled it towards him as their eyes lifted up to her. "I know this is important to you, but I know when someone's under a lot of stress, and I know that something huge just happened. None of you are comfortable or okay at the moment and it feels like the world is falling down, but just for a moment you have to let it go. I'll stay up, I'll find it. You two need at least a bit of a break before you face what this world has to offer when you're afraid." She stated simply as Dean just looked at her.
Her eyes had tainted themselves to a soft hue of stained honey as they looked deep into his eyes, not afraid. They held emotion and vivid life ushered him to go against everything that he was built for and yet as he looked deep into those soft eyes he saw her worry much as those curves in her face showed so too. That looked seemed ever so distantly familiar beneath the hues of his strong memory. "You sure?" he simply asked as he let go of the file hesitantly as the younger woman smiled. "Yeah…. But it's fine, I got it." she sighed and placed it on the table as she stood up to stretch.
The pop of bones in her joints churned as she sighed in content as the friction was gone. "Well then, you can use my brothers' rooms, after all they are no longer here so it shouldn't be a problem, besides, I'll rather lock you in a room than have you to go out hunting for another damn place, most of them are filthy anyways." She stated as she began to take lead. Dean and Sam shared a look at the statement as they followed her. "Quite a happy remark." Sam stated as he walked close behind. "Not that I'm complaining though." He added at the end as Dean got up and joined them. Straight to the hall she opened the closes door.
There the boys where revealed with the sight of the room. It held a large Queen bed within the center with emerald covers and a navy like theme within with the exception of blue to emerald sheen. The furniture was of a classical style instead of the expected modern, realizing the whole family was possibly one of authentic tastes. It held a large T.V inside that was before the bed at the other end of the room in front of the bed as well as the extra decor of lamps by the table side. It held two double closets and another door at one end with one door already open on the other end revealing a bathroom. Sam had walked in first and examined the room quickly. "I'll take this one." He stated first as his eyes lingered towards the door in the corner. Tiny smiled in turn. "Alright then." she stated about to turn. "Thank you by the way." He added as he looked at her who showed a loving smile towards him. "It's quite fine, no need to thank." She stated as she turned away.
Sam had taken his chances as he walked over towards the other closed door to lay in amazement upon the sight. Curtains covered the window heavily as a lamp laid to the side that flickered on. Inside that small compact room was a miniature armory, with guns and all kinds of rounds stored all over the shelves. A safe or two remained dormant in there with papers to one side. A chair laid in there as it seemed like the extinction from the wall was a table that was placed to build special ammunition. "For not being a hunter, she's quite equipped." He stated.
Dean was then greeted towards the room across from his brother's. It held an extension outwards that had glass in all sides for the box with a table in the middle with chairs to the side. It held a queen sized bed that was crimson as the room filled the spot of a gamer boy. A sword and shield filled the walls and a mirror as it held two differed double closets. "Here you go." She stated as he walked in, falling on the, oh so amazingly comfortable bed. "Why thank you." He stated. "If you need anything, call Hannibal. He's in the room right next to Sam's." she stated as the said dog padded his way inside and followed Dean around.
Dean was sorta happy with the dog following him and got disappointed when he left to go and follow Sam. It then changed when he got back and switched over again to realize that little fur ball was just watching him like a good fluffy guard dog.
Sunlight had reached the home far before it's welcome. The glistening rays had parted through the window irritating his features that laced with tire. He had groaned in response, opening his eyes to see the blinding shimmers of day. Groaning with a yawn he pushed himself up from his place in the utterly warm and enticing bed. Snatching his phone he looked upon the time, no latter that 8:00. He had yawned once more as his legs swung from the side of the bed and hit the cold floors with a hiss. In turn a nice warm shower in the morning was a moving idea, one that he pleasantly took.
In all honesty this was possible one of the most enjoyable sleeps he had ever had in a very long time, and it seemed those rays of day danced like a beautiful dream and so the day felt as refreshing as the sound of birds that laced outside. He had grabbed his towel, and changed like any decent man would do as he grabbed his bag which was placed in there, to see the cloths had in turn been placed upon the dresser with each folded neatly and washed clean. He smiled in response, grabbing the freshly clean and fitting clothing he's had for so very long.
Walking out towards the Family room he had stopped his advance as he's eyes peered down towards the creature. Hannibal looked up at him as he questioned the tall male's approach. The puppy had been intrigued by the taller not mum that stared down at him. Dean in return stared back at the adorable little bear puppy. "Yes?" He asked the puppy named after a cannibal. Hannibal had stood up and walked towards his position as he grabbed his little ball and dropped it to his feet as he then lifted his paw towards the others side.
Sam who had opened the door also stared at the puppy as it turned to look at him with the tilt of his head. "You want to play fetch?' Sam asked him as Dean crouched down in response and grasped the ball in his hands as he threw it over towards the stairs all the way at the other end of the house. Hannibal was more than eager to follow. Walking through both brothers had smiled towards one another. "Good morning Sammy." Dean stated with a grin.
He mumbled in response. 'Morning Dean." Came the younger brother as he stopped and looked at the sight before them. There Tiny laid upon the couch with her eyes closed, clutching a pillow as she laid curled upon the couch. The papers that where once cluttered where now rearranged, and papers laid onto of the files, showing as much information on John Winchester as she had. Softly at the sound of barking she groaned in her sleep. Dean smiled in turn as she saw her being ambushed by Hannibal who really wanted Dean to throw the ball at Tiny.
His furry body had jumped on her face earning it to engulf every inch of it as she yelled out in an utterly startled conditions as Hannibal laid upon her stomach with a happy yip. "God Damn it Hannibal.' She cried out. The boys snickered at the background earning her to turn to them with a blush enrapturing her face. She shook her head, shoulders shrugged in a shy manner. "G-good morning." She managed through her state of embarrassment.
"Good morning to you to, and I see little fur ball already greeted you." Dean stated as Hannibal provided another yip. She had stood up in turn with a stretch of her arms and motioned for them to follow grabbing a paper on the way to the kitchen. The boys had followed the young woman to the kitchen as she proceeded to take ingredients out from the fridge to make something. "Well as you can see, I did do my searching and I did just so happen to find a thing or two." She addressed to the boys as she turned to stove on ready to start cooking whatever she was with all those assortment of vegetables and bacon.
She had reached over for the paper and began to read aloud what was written. "Blackwater Ridge I presume." She stated as she handed the paper off to them. "It was a simple message: Dean, (35-111)." She stated as they looked upon it. "That's our lead, but when did you get this?" Dean asked as he grabbed the paper in turn and looked down to her. She shook her head momentarily and so, "He does have my address to send mail to me once every so often. This is actually the most recent piece of mail I got with a few more things."
"What other things?" Sam asked as he looked at the woman preparing God knows what on the stove and container to place in the oven. "Well, it's not really to his own accord, but he's been giving me some advice recently. I just don't know what to do really. It's… it's not important." She stated back softly, her head bowed as she refused to look at them as placed the contents in the oven. "You sure about that because I mean…" Dean began to say as she trailed off. "Your father has been there more than my own father was…. And every single time he sends me something, it always relates to a past I do not want to face. Your father may not even act much like a father at all , in fact I have more arguments with him than any other person that I'm willing to fall through with, but he is better than most and could had stumbled far more than he did. You and I may have never met before, but I know enough from him what's relevant and not, and this alone is something rather personal." She began to say as she shook her head.
Sighing softly under her breath she closed her eyes. "I'm…sorry." She stated softly, not daring to look at any brother. They had in turn exchanged looks. "About what?" she sighed in turn and shook her head as a blush filled those soft round flesh of cheeks. "I-It's, a-a, sorry, oh, uhm, I said something wrong didn't I?" she asked with a stutter that overcame her voice as a hit of shyness crawled in as the boys immediately reacted. "No, No, oh, no, you did nothing wrong. Uhm-" Sam began to say. "You just need to get out more, you know, see how communication turned out. I mean, really what's keeping you cooped out in here?" Dean stated in an attempted to lightening up the mood.
"I may not have a hard life like yours, but I had my own share of hell. Here, in this area everyone knows me… I'm afraid to hear them judge me allowed. I act like I don't care what they say, but it hurts. I know their wrong but I'm emotionally unstable right now and I don't think I can last long like this. I'm just sorry for doing anything out of norm… if I'm doing something wrong because I don't think I can ever get it right again." she stated ever so softly as he voice trialed down to a soft flowing stream. Dean had awkwardly lifted his hand to place upon her shoulder as Sam looked at her sadly.
"Then come with us." the moment Sam had said that the moment Dean looked up at him as Tiny did the same. "Sam…" She began. "I know, we only have one tie with one another and we just met, but you… your alone here, you don't have anyone and I've taken this thought to bed with me and I can't help but think Dad wanted this. That he wanted you, me, Dean, us… to be together. I mean why else did he want you to come here? He obviously trusted you." Sam began to say with comforting eyes towards the girl.
Dean had squeezed his hand in turn and looked towards his brother who in turn expected him to comment negatively, but that wasn't the case. Yes, for sure Dean Winchester was no a man to let anyone close to him, after all practically all ties where permanently destroyed for the same sake of safety for others, but this girl who stood beneath his grasp was possible the closest thing to someone who had actually acknowledge him otherwise, not to mention the trust she automatically had for the brothers. The feeling of familiarity never left his mind however, and the yearning to understand how she ties in to everything was difficult, leaving the only remaining choice to bring her along. He might as well act like he enjoyed that innocent little smile a little too much. As he looked down at her, he noticed those honey eyes sparkle with hope, with joy and it came to mind that maybe, just maybe this girl wasn't isolated because she wanted to, but because she didn't have a choice. That this isolation was all she ever knew and as he thought about it, her statement of normality being question also explained how alone she was.
Those thoughts had echoed in his mind like a plague that was not yet settled from the raging storm that forever laid dormant there. She gave a sigh as a smirk came across his handsome face. "Well Tiny, what do you say? Get some air, live a little. After all Dad did want you to be a hunter like us." Dean stated as Tiny looked up to him as those eyes ever gleamed. The brim of tears would have almost spilled had she not held all of it in. "Truly, you truly mean it?" she asked as her voice was so soft among all sounds that where around.
It almost made them chuckle, seeing the young female act like a small child as she softly looked up and begged. It was so close to be wonderful had it not been for the reason why.
Sam smiled ever softly. "Yeah, and I don't think we'll regret having such a sweet girl like you in our party." He added with that lovely smile of his though deep down he knew it truly would be a mistake. She blushed ever slightly. Bangs of falling locks from sleep fanned over her face like a veil that covered a bride's smiling features as she had rushed over to hug Sam upon the spot where he stood, having the towering man stand there in shock. Softly her body shook ever so as a soft bittersweet laugh bubbled from her throat like an angelical chime from sunrises orange cascade of peace.
Dean remained there looking at the girl, never imaging that a woman such as her would be so happy to go forwards and leave everything behind, but then wasn't that a point? She was in the dormant encasing of isolation that was then erupted and saved from the brother's mere presence and as his mind further the question of why, it seemed like it was simply too simple.
It seemed like millennium till his large callous hands encased the smaller girl with a loving gaze as she laughed in utter joy which made the other boys smile and laugh in a soft calming peace that flooded over them for the first time since tears where sent upon loss and derbies, and though through all this time as he held the small frame, he couldn't help the feeling of utter peace for just a moment since his despair had ran over his mind like a plague. Still the thought of his love's form a blazed like a curse, an embodiment of fire, it was nice to think that maybe it would get better. Maybe, just maybe, there would be someone to fill in the void of his desolation.
And there as they looked to the girl of 5'3 with soft tanned skin that was etched over a curvy body that was a larger than most woman's where that still had that was covered decently and beautifully. With her round face and strong eyes of honey threads upon the morn' of mountain tops with sweet mountain dew, gazing off at him with a smile of pure relief etched through her soft plum lips spread out for the open smile. Her hair cascaded down from her head of deep dark coffee and amber, honey thread laced over and above.
This was innocence, one that shinned bright with glee and ecstasy and with the small pup who stared lovingly upon the humans with a soft whine of joy. Yes, oh yes, this was innocence that they needed, that they required to fill their day with peace, for in the twilight of all the world's rubble, maybe thorough all the pain there will be the solemn, true smile that gleamed brighter than all even if the beholder wasn't the pretties in the room, all because in the end another life was saved, and another day to live knowing that the world was safe, from one more thing.
Author's Note
Originally this was going to be part of Chapter One, and like many of the long parts I have, not to make the whole thing seem to run on forever, I reasoned that it would be best to cut it short, around half. Though it's still a lot, it's much more manageable. Also please comment, I would appreciate it a lot.
Thank You For Reading!
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VioletFlame14