Hurt
A Supernatural Fan-fiction
Chapter One: The Beginning
Time to stop crying, babygirl.
Pull out that bad bitch
I know you are, and it's time
To start fighting for your life.
-B. Vigil
July 23, 2006 Missoula Montana
I woke with a start from one of those dreams were you're falling and just as you hit the ground you wake up. I took a deep breath and calmed down. It was then I could hear my father's voice from where he sat on the bed next to mine. I stayed still and evened my breathing hoping to easedrop. I was a hunter and so was my father but to Dad I would always be his baby and he tended to hide the bad stuff from me, trying to protect me, even though the monsters were always all around us. One day he would have to get use to the fact that I was about to be twenty four years old, he couldn't protect me forever. I was old enough to handle what this life entailed.
" Are you sure Bobby?" He asked into the phone. Ah, Bobby Singer, an old friend of Dad's that I had only seen a handful of times. "John Winchester is dead?" I can't believe it."
John Winchester was another friend of Dad's but I had actually only met him once and at the time he seemed like the type of man that had lost everything and couldn't remember how to feel. I knew the story. The Yellow Eyed demon killed his wife on the nursery ceiling right above his six month old son and then burned their home down. What had happened to my own mother had been similar though not nearly as dramatic. My father had walked in on the demon killing my mother as she had tried to protect me. My Irish grandfather had been a hunter as had his father before him in Ireland, so though at the time my father himself wasn't in the life he knew what to do to banish the demon and save me. At only three months old I had looked into the eyes of evil, my mother's killer and even to this day I can't help but see a pair of cruel yellow eyes in my nightmares.
How are Sam and Dean taking it?" My father asked bringing me from my dark thoughts. Though I had never met John's sons, I knew he had two and they were around my age give or take. I couldn't imagine having my father one minute and then having him taken from me. The squeaking of the bed springs alerted me to my father's movments and I glanced over my shoulder to see him walking over to the kitchenette still on the phone.
"Well let me know if you hear about the bastard. If John couldn't kill him then I will." I closed my eyes. My father was ex-military, protective, loving and stubborn as hell.
"Yeah, Yeah, Bobby, whatever!" He snapped. "Just keep me in the loop will ya?" Then he slammed his phone shut and leaned on the table, his hands supporting his weight and he let out a tired sigh. He looked tired. He was always tired. It was part of the job.
I huffed and sat up, stretching my hands over my head, I looked over to my father.
"What's wrong?" I asked as I eyed him.
He looked at me with the same bright hazel- green eyes, the same ones he had passed on to me.
"Like you don't know Andrea." He said with a mischievous smirk, also something I had inherited. "You've been awake for the last five minutes."
I returned his smirk. "Alright but how about you fill me in on the part of the conversation I didn't hear."
His smile faltered and his head hung down. He was tired and weary, this life does that to a person. It wears you down and beats the fight out of you.
"John Winchester is dead." I nodded and sighed. I sent up a silent prayer that John was at peace. I wasn't overly religious but I did believe, it helped that maybe people like us were chosen to do what we do. It might not even be true but this life, you have to have something to believe in.
I bit my lip and ran a hand through my dark brown hair. "How did it happen?" I asked quietly.
"The demon." My eyes widened.
I turned my back to the counter and leaned on it. "John went down fighting I guess."
My father nodded. "He did what any father would." He said gazing at me with loving, shining eyes.
"He died trying to protect his children."
I smiled and hugged my father than we returned to our beds to sleep.
If only I would have known what the next few days would bring.
One Month Later
Baton Rouge Louisiana
We walked into the old looking bar. Driving for so long made me hungry so I managed to talk Sammy into a beer and burger before going to get a room for this trip.
"Dean," Sammy asked and I could hear the concern in his voice. He had been trying to get me to talk about dad since it happened. The week we spent at Bobby's was full of 'Are you okays' and 'Do you need anythings'. Kid couldn't get it through his head I didn't wanna talk about Dad. I was dealing in my own way.
"I'm fine Sam," I said shortly cutting off the concerns he was soon to voice again. We had just had this conversation in the damn car; couldn't he give it a breather?
"Let's get some grub." We made our way to a booth with a clear view of the old looking stage.
A sign on the side advertising some kind of singing thing probably for tips. Maybe I'd get to see some drunk rednecks make fools of themselves. The thought brought a good natured grin to my face.
"So looks like we may be dealing with a pack of vampires." Sam said. I turned to look at him but was distracted as a waitress came by to take our order.
"What can I get you boys?" She asked giving me a flirtatious smile. She was pretty with dark curly hair and bright eyes.
"I'll have a cheese burger, side of fries and a beer." I handed her the menu back with a wink. Sam didn't even look up. "Shrimp gumbo, side salad with a coke please."
The waitress nodded and walked away putting a little more sway in her hips then she did before. Of course I stared. I could go for a good distraction.
"Dean!" I looked over at Sam and blinked at him curiously "Are you listening to me?"
"Yup, sure am I-" I cut off when a woman walked onto the stage with a guitar in her had, she was beautiful, dressed in a pair of dark washed jeans that looked like they were an old pair and a black tank top under a red and black plaid button down. She had dark brown hair and olive skin and I cold see the sparkle of bright hazel green eyes from where I sat.
The woman sat on the stool and began to tune the guitar she held lovingly.
"My name is Andrea and I'd like to sing y'all a little song." She smiled with her full pink lips and I noticed I wasn't the only man paying her special attention. "If you like, please tip nicely." And with that she began to thrum the strings on her instrument and sing.
I wasn't one for county music but damn this woman knew how to sing. The song had a loud rough and rowdy sound to it, I honestly could imagine a bar fight happening to this song.
"Daddy, where you goin'?
Goin' out again
You keep messin' round town with your floozy little friends
Why you always takin' off in your truck?
I try to make you stay, but you just run amuck"
"Boys in dirty alleys
Ladies of the night
Whiskey and tequila are always by your side
When you gonna, gonna give it up?
I try to make you stay, but you always run amuck"
I looked over at Sam as the crowd began to get a little rowdy with the song. Applause and cheers and whooping and hollering sounded all around us. Sam looked at me and shook his head. "Not gonna happen Dean." He said and went back to his laptop as he researched for the job we cam here to do.
I frowned. "What?" I asked innocently. Sam looked at me with his stupid bitch face he always pulled when he was fed up with my antics and raised an eyebrow.
He nodded toward the stage. "Dude that woman would eat you alive."
I grinned. "I don't think I'd mind Sammy." My little brother rolled his eyes and went back to his work and I continued to sip my beer and watch the show.
"When you run with the devil, you burn everything you touch
Bridges and money and everyone you love
When you run with the devil, he's gonna press your luck
Still, you run, run, run
Run amuck"
"Uppers and downers
Coffee and cocaine
Egg in a fryin' pan - this is your brain
You be tweakin' on every crazy drug
I tried to make you change
But you just run amuck"
"When you run with the devil, you burn everything you touch
Bridges and money and everyone you love
When you run with the devil, he's gonna press your luck
Still, you run, run, run
Run amuck"
I noticed people putting tips in the jar at the bar so I got up and walked over to do the same. Instead of going back to the booth with Sam I stayed at the bar hoping to get a chance to talk the girl, Andrea, I think she had said, up.
"Can I get you something?" The bartender asked as I kept my sights on the stage. I looked over at him then back to the woman holding the bar's attention.
"What can you tell me about her?" I asked. The bartender, an old grizzled man shrugged.
"Not much," he said. "I knew her Gran when she was growing up here." I looked at the man interested. "Oh yeah?"
The bartender nodded. "Her Gran's name at the time was Catherine Laveau." I zeroed in. "Like Marie Laveau?" I asked. The bartender laughed heartily. "Nah, different set of Laveau. But that bloodline is said to be powerful around these parts. You know old Cajuns are known to be superstitious folk."
I looked back up at the stage. Yeah I could see her being powerful in ways that the old man probably wasn't talking about.
"It's said that the Laveau women are known for their gifts." My ears perked up. "Gifts?" I asked. The old man nodded. "Oh yeah. Catherine's gran, Amelia, could look at someone and tell them exactly what was wrong with them, Catherine herself had the gift of foresight and spirits came to her for help to pass on. Catherine Laveau was also a midwife and some of the families that lived in the bayou would only let her deliver their children. They believed she could protect mother and child from evil spirits."
"And this Catherine was that chicks grandma?" I asked throwing a thumb in the direction of the woman still singing. The bartender nodded. "I didn't know Gabrielle, Catherine's daughter well. They moved to Virginia when she was a small thing, but it wouldn't surprise me if both Catherine's daughter Gabrielle and her granddaughter there inherited her gifts."
With that the old man left me alone to enjoy the show. Unfortunately now I was wandering if we were dealing with Vamps and a witch.
"Guess I'll never change you
A spade will be a spade
You'll just keep on winnin'
And I'll keep getting played
It's time to leave you
Oh, enough is enough
So I won't make you stay
I'll just let you run amuck"
"When you run with the devil, you burn everything you touch
Bridges and money and everyone you love
When you run with the devil, he's gonna press your luck
Still, you run, run, run
Still, you run, run, run
Run amuck"
Once the song was over the woman smiled as she got off the stage. I could hear wolf whistles and men catcalling her but she took it in stride. I watched her as she walked over toward the bar and sat down right next to where I was standing.
"Can I buy you a drink?" I asked and she cut her eyes over to me and looked me up and down. "Sure."
I smiled and sat down on the stool next to her and got the bartender's attention. I nodded toward the beauty next me and smiled charmingly. "Anything the Lady wants on me."
She grinned mischievously as she ordered her drink. "Whisky."
Once her drink was in front of her I tried to put on the charm. "You have a nice voice." I said and she looked at me and raised her eyebrow but said nothing. "So you from here?" I asked. She once more gave me the look over as if she were trying to figure something out. "Nope, born in Virginia. My mother and gran, where born here though. That side of the family has deep roots here and in Houma."
I hummed and moved a little closer but she didn't budge. Her expression did turn hard though.
"Maybe you could show me around." I asked. If I was gonna figure out if what the old man said was true and if she was something that needed hunting I'd have to spend some time with her.
She shook her head and sighed. "If you want in my pants you're gonna have to do better then that, buddy."
I blinked surprised. Though the woman seemed completely at ease in the situation. Made me think she did this a lot.
"Wha-?" I started only for her to cut me off.
"Cut the crap pretty boy." She said turning serious. "If you wanna hook up find someone else." She then turned away from me sipping on the whisky I had bought her.
I stood up and sighed as Sam was laughing it up at me as I walked back to our table with my proverbial tail between my legs.
"I guess she wasn't interested huh?" Sam asked as he took a bite of gumbo at my expense.
I glared at him.
"So Vampires huh?"
As Sam continued briefing me on what he had found I kept my eyes on the petite woman at the bar who may or may not be a witch.
A/N I do not own Supernatural or any song lyrics used in this story. It is. work of fiction written for fun no profit is being made from this story thank you please review.