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Summary: Sidney Singer is a cook from the seaside. Her life is going nowhere until she meets john Winchester, a muscular, scruffy man with a passion for "hunting". Upon hearing that her father Bobby Singer is dead, Sidney rushes to her childhood home with the intent of closing up shop and getting on with her life. Little does she know that her father Bobby Singer has other plans in his will, like her having to stay and be married to John Winchester in order to close up shop. Neither of them are happy about it. Sidney takes an instant disliking to John and the vile and deranged ways he learned during his years while hunting. However, when a werewolf pack tries to murder Sidney and drink her virgin blood, John springs to the rescue with his two sons, Dean and Sam and his adopted daughter Jo. Sidney begins to notices that John is actually rather cute at heart. But, the pressures of John's job as a Supernatural Hunter leave him blind to Sidney's affections and Sidney takes up hunting to try an distract herself, but it only made things worse being so close to him. Finally, when the peculiar King of Hell, Crowley , threatens to come between them, John has to act fast. But will they ever find the passionate love they deserve? (In this story Dean is ten and Sam is four and Jo is one years old).
Chapter 1:
My name is Sidney Singer. My father is the legendary Bobby singer.
Today was one of the regular days in my life.
I was working at the restaurant as a cook, as usual. I had left my dad when I turned eighteen and gotten my dream job as a cook.
It had been six years at least and I was now twenty-six years old. I had no boyfriends, because I really didn't trust anyone or anything.
My father had taught me well, but I had refused to talk to him. I refused to be drawn into that life. Fate had other plans, or I should say death.
I was cutting up some onions and the tears were falling, those darn onions got me every time. You would think for a hunter's daughter I would be fine, but no.
Just then I heard a pop and looked up to see death himself looking at me.
I jumped back and just looked at him. The last time I saw him was when my mom died. "What do you want? Are you here to kill me? " I asked. Death smiled. "I'm here to tell you that your dad is now mine. I just took him, or I should say that the King of Hell did. I do not want you and I am not going to kill you. Fate has other plans for you." he said.
I sighed and shook my head. I had no idea what he was saying other than the fact that my dad was dead. I knew this day was going to come sooner or later. "Did it hurt?" I asked. Death sighed.
"I forget that you humans have these things called feelings." he replied. I rolled my eyes and gripped my cutting knife, ready to attach. "No, it didn't hurt." he finished. I sighed. "Well that's good." I said.
I finished chopping up the onions and waited for death to speak, but he didn't. He just looked at me and waited. I looked up and spoke. "What else do you need! I really don't want you here. It's bad for business!" I nearly yelled.
I had lowered my hand and had the knife at the ready. I had learned that you never can cheat death, but you could sure as heck stab him. It might not kill him but it would slow him down, enough for me to get away. Death sighed.
"You are going to get a call from his friend and have to go there. I think you humans call it a funeral. And know that the knife in your had will do nothing for you if I were here to kill you. You would already be dead." he said. I looked down to the onions I was now cleaning up.
I heard a pop and knew that death was gone. I felt the tears start again, and knew it was not the onions doing it.
Suddenly, my phone started to ring. I sighed. Death had been telling the truth. I picked up the phone and answered. "Hello?"
"Sidney Singer?" the voice replied on the other line.
"Yes?" I replied.
"My name is John Winchester. I'm afraid to tell you that your father has passed away." he said.
I sighed and felt the tears coming, even though I had just promised myself not to cry.
When I had collected myself. I realized I was still on the phone. I quickly grabbed the phone and spoke.
"Hello, are you still there?" I asked.
"Yes, I'm here." he said.
I sighed.
"I'm sorry about that." I replied.
John sighed. "It's quite alright."
"Thank you. Is dad...I mean was dad still living at the old house that should have been torn down?" I asked.
John chuckled. "That man could never get rid of that house, yes, he did, and he has a will for you to read." he said.
I nodded and upon remembering that I was on the phone answered. "Yes, I'll take leave of work, and be down as soon as I can." I said.
"That's great, I'll get a room ready for you here, you see your father and I and my children all live here or I should say lived here together." he said. I sighed.
"So, you worked with him?" I asked.
John was silent.
"So do you know exactly what your dad did?" he asked. I sighed.
"Considering that death himself just popped over to tell me that my dad was dead, yes, I'm pretty sure I remember going hunting with my father when I was little." I sad.
John gasped. "He visited you and you are alive to tell the tale?" he asked.
"Yup." was my reply.
John sighed.
"Well that certainly makes things easier to explain, yes, I hunted with your dad." he said. I sighed.
"Well, don't worry about moving out or anything, I'll just sign the house over to you so that you don't have to move." I said.
John sighed. "That's very kind of you." he said, but it would be better if you just kept the house in your name. I mean considering my job and all, it's better to keep me with little information as possible." he finished.
I sighed. "Yes, I forgot, sorry. I think I've been out of the loop for so long that I just forgot the main code of not being noticed. Feel free to live there as long as you want and I'll keep the house in my name." I replied.
John chuckled again and I felt a twinge in the pit of my stomach. I shook it off and spoke.
"Well, I'll be there as soon as I can." I said.
"That's great, see you soon." he said.
Then we hung up. I sighed and proceeded to clean up and head to my house to pack.
I really didn't want to be gone long, so I packed a weeks worth of clothes and then proceeded to drive to my childhood home.
I pulled my car down the old dirt road that I used to run on as a little girl. The memories flooded my car. I pulled up to the house and noticed a swing set outside with a slide and a sandbox. I smiled.
That must have been for John's kids. I got out of the car and headed to the front door. I knocked.
I knew that this technically was my house but I had told John that he could live there, so I was going to treat it as such.
The door opened and there stood a man with brown hair and brown eyes. He was holding a baby girl. I smiled.
"John?" I asked. John smiled.
"Sidney?" he asked. I nodded.
John smiled. "Why don't you come in?" he said. I nodded and walked in. John stopped and looked at me as I stood in the doorway. I looked up to see a Devil's trap on the ceiling. I smiled and stepped out of it.
John sighed. "Can't be to careful." he said. I smiled and nodded. "You are telling me." I said. The little girl giggled. I smiled.
"Is this your daughter?" I asked. John smiled. "Yes, this is Jo." he said. "I adopted her after her mother died." he said. I smiled.
"That's sweet of you." I replied. I looked around the house, and saw that the house looked like the house of the seven dwarfs. It was a mess and the kitchen was a joke. It looked like a bunch of men lived here, and in truth two adult men had lived here with three kids and no woman in the house. No wonder it looked this bad. I looked at John and sighed. "Ok, where is the will?" I asked. John smiled.
The Lawyer will be here any minuet actually." he said. I smiled.
"Great!" I said. "I just want to get this done, and I'll be out of your hair in no time." I said.
John nodded. We heard a bump upstairs and two boys yelling at each other. John sighed and rolled his eyes. He looked at me and spoke.
"Would you mind holding Jo?" he asked. I smiled and spoke. "Sure, I love babies." I said. John smiled and handed me to Jo. He went upstairs to see what the yelling was about.
I held Jo and started to talk to her. "So, I guess it's just us two for a minuet." I said.
Jo smiled. I walked with her into the living room and sat on the couch.
Jo smiled at me and giggled again as I played with her and made funny faces to make her laugh.
Just then, the room started to smell and I looked at Jo. "I think someone made a little mess." I said. I looked around and heard John fixing the fight upstairs. I sighed. "Let's get you cleaned up." I said to Jo, who in return smiled at me. I looked around the living room and saw a diaper and wipes on the coffee table.
When I was finishing changing her, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and John stopped short when he saw me changing Jo.
"Thank you for that." he said as he picked up the dirty diaper and proceeded to bring it to the trash. He dropped it in the trash and the room still smelled. How was this man a father of three children and having no help and a hunter.
I felt bad for him. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. It must be the lawyer. John answered the door and it turned out it was the lawyer. John put Jo in the pack and play with the T.V. On and we headed into the kitchen to look over the will.
We sat down and the lawyer proceeded to tell me that Bobby Singer, my father had a lot of money and that it was all mine. I sighed. "What's the catch?" I asked. The lawyer smiled. "Bobby Singer did put a stipulation in this will." he said. "Would you care to read it?" he asked. I nodded and the Lawyer handed me the will.
The Last Will and Testament of Robert Singer:
I, Robert Singer, write my last will and testament out of sound mind without any poppycock or idgits telling me what to write. (John and I laughed)
I am leaving my house and all my funds and items in the house to my daughter Sidney Singer. She can do with it what she wants, but knowing my daughter and the life she has been living and the good friend of John Winchester, I have put a stipulation in this will and testament.
John and I stopped reading and looked up.
The lawyer nodded. "Keep reading." he said. I nodded and continued to read.
In order for my daughter to keep the house and all of my money as well as my belongings, she has to marry none other than John Winchester, because I know these two blockheads and I know that John is probably a mess with three little young ones and still trying to work with baby sitters, and my daughter Sidney is probably living her life trying to make rent and hiding from who she really is.
I looked up at John who was now red in the face. "He knew me so well." he said. I nodded. "As much as I want to not admit it. My dad was right. This was my life." I said.
The lawyer nodded. "But there is more that you have not read yet." he said with a gleam in his eye. I stopped and looked at John with a look of fear. John nodded and I continued to read.
In order for my daughter Sidney to keep the house and money and belongings, she mus marry John Winchester, who must also keep to this deal. If John wants a house for his children and Sidney want's to get out of this, they must get married. If they don't the house goes to the state and John must vacate the property. Sidney will get no money and John and his children will be on the street once again.
I looked up to see that John's face was pale. I knew that my father was doing this because he knew tha I had a heart. I could not in a right mind leave and let these poor children and man live on the streets, and I knew that my father knew that. Darn man, causing problems.
"How long do we have to be married for?" I asked. The lawyer nodded to the paper. "Keep reading." he said. I sighed and continued to read.
I know you, Sidney, you have a kind heart and would not leave this man and his children alone on the streets, and I know that you are trying to find a way to help John without marrying him or staying married to him, but here's the catch. You can't get divorced cause the moment you do the house will go to the state and the money will be pulled out of your bank account and all my things will be given away.
I sighed and looked at John who looked like he was about to pass out.
My father knew exactly what he was going and knew that I was not going to let this go so easy. He raised me after all.
I sighed. "Ok, how do we do this." I said. John gasped and coughed. "Now hold up. Don't I get a say in this?" he nearly yelled. I sighed and turned to John.
"You have three kids, you go on hunting trips and work trips all the time with no one to watch your children so you drag them along, and your house should be torn down, and if you don't do this, you are going to be permanently on the road with three little children and no money and no home for your children to come home to. Now you can marry me, and we can deal with the situation and give your children the best life we can together, or you can run out that door and never come back and have your kids hate you for the rest of your life as you regret not trying to protect them!" I yelled. John looked dumbstruck and didn't say a word.
"That's what I thought." I said. The lawyer chuckled and handed both John and I a letter. "I was to give you this letters if you decided to go with the marriage." he said. I sighed and opened the letter and read it out loud to John and me.
Dear John and Sidney,
I am glad that you two idgits came to your senses. I will have the lawyer deposit the money into your bank account that you two will open together. John, you will fix this house up and make it livable, and Sidney, you will clean it up and be the perfect homemaker. You two will have inspections to make sure that you follow the rules. Also, I have added something that the two of you probably would not like. You two have to share a room as well as having a family together. This marriage is going to be real as can be. Sidney, I know you probably hate me right now, but you will thank me later. John, get over your pride and let someone help you for a change. You have one year to get the house in order and you will have surprise visits to make sure that everything is in order. After the first year, you two better have one kid together the natural way.
Bobby
I stopped reading. "My father was crazy." I said. John chuckled.
That he was, but what are we going to do now? I mean we didn't know this is what bobby wanted." he said.
I sighed. "Well we have already accepted so I guess we just make the best of this." I said.
We turned to the lawyer who had an amused look on his face. "Well, I have the license here all you have to do is sign it and I can marry you two. I happened to be a minister as well, I think Mr. Singer knew this when he hired me." he said. I smiled. "So what are we going to do?" I asked.
John sighed and spoke. "Well, I believe that we do not have any choice. Those books literally are what help me for work." he said. By work I knew he meant hunting knowledge, and it was important, but we could not say that with the lawyer there. I nodded.
"Ok then, I shall fill the roles of my father Bobby Singer in this home." I said with a grand stature. John quirked one eyebrow up. "Is that so?" he said crossing his arms over his chest.
I nodded and signed the marriage license. John sighed and did the same and within minuets, we were legally married. The lawyer smiled and got up and spoke.
"Congratulations you two, now I expect rings to be bought, one for the man, and two for the woman." he said. "Two?" I asked.
The lawyer rolled his eyes, you can't be married without an engadgement ring, now can you?" he asked. I looked to John who was looking at the floor rubbing an imaginary dirt off it with his feet.
I turned to the lawyer and smiled. "Anything else?" I asked.
The lawyer smiled. "I expect the two of you to fix this house up within a week." he said. I gasped. "But the will said we have a year!" I said.
John chimed in with this. "Yes, what is it that the house has to be fixed in a week?" he asked. The lawyer sighed. I am a legal man and you have three children living in this home, you have to make it safe for them to stay or I will have the state take them." he said.
John's eyes grew wide. "Will do!" was all he said and shook the lawyer's hand before leaving the room. I smiled and walked the lawyer out.
"Have a nice day, see you in a week." he said. He handed me an envelop and left.
I nodded and closed the door as he left.
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I opened the envelope with a note in it. Saying that it was a car with unlimited amounts of spending on it. Apparently, Bobby had it and it was loaded and ready to go. "At least we don't have to worry about money." I said to myself.
I turned to see John coming down the stairs followed by two little boys. I smiled and they waved.
"Sidney, this is dean, he is ten, and this is Sam, he is four." he said. I smiled. "Nice to meet you boys." I said. Dean grunted and Sam smiled.
"You already met Jo." he said. "She's one." he finished. I nodded and smiled. We stood in silence for a moment and I noticed that the children needed new clothes. I made a mental note to check the house and make a list for what was needed, but for now, I would see what cleaning supplies were needed. The house needed to be cleaned.
"Well, you can call me Snow White, because I'm getting to cleaning." I said. John smiled and nodded. "Well, I have a list that the lawyer sent me. It looks like I need to go shopping for some wood, and nails, I have six things that need fixing on the house." he said. I nodded. "What are they?" I asked. John smiled.
"Well, the fireplace has to be cleaned, so we need to hire someone to do that, and the outside roof needs new tiles, the outside and inside walls need to be painted, and the lawn needs to be cut so that kids don't trip on objects in the tall grass." he said. I nodded.
"If you give me ten minuets, I will have a list of things I need to buy for the house and the children." I said. John stopped.
"You don't have to buy my children anything." he said. I stopped. What kind of man didn't realize his children's needs. I sighed.
"Your children need new clothes, and unless you want what the lawyer said would happen."
I said not letting the children in on what was happening,
"Then I suggest you let me help as my dad put it, besides." I said holding up the credit card,
"Dad set us up for life with money to get whatever we need." I said. John studied me for a moment and realized I was being serious. "Ok, let's go shopping." he said.
I nodded and we all headed out the door. John drove, and we were there in about an hour.