A week later, they four kids had all grown close together, especially Dean and Tru. They spent most nights up watching movies and usually always ended up falling asleep on the couch. Of course their wake up call had always been Faith yelling that there was a demon.
It was late Saturday afternoon and Tru had decided to get some target practice. She decided not to go with a gun, knowing her dad would be pissed if he found out, so she stuck with a bow and arrow. At least he wouldn't be as mad if he found out. She walked toward the small target range and aimed the arrow at a small target about fifteen feet away. Tru positioned the arrow and let it go. She watched as it flew and hit the target dead on.
"Haven't practiced in two weeks and I'm still awesome." Tru said to herself as she pulled out another arrow and took aim again. She released it and hit another target, a few feet away from the last one. She hit the center again and smirked. She hit it a few more times before she heard her father's car pull up to the house.
"Shit." Tru muttered. She collected the arrows and threw them in the trunk by the targets before running back to the house. She ran in and saw John and Bobby walking into the kitchen.
"Hey sweetheart." Her father said in a tired voice as Tru walked in.
"Hi Daddy." Tru said, hugging her father.
"You guys get it?" Faith asked, walking into the kitchen, Sam and Dean following.
"Yep." John answered.
"Awesome." Tru and Faith said at the same time.
"Dean, Sam. Go get your bags. We'll be leaving in a few minutes." John told the boys.
"Why are we leaving?" Sam asked.
"Because we gotta get going. Other jobs." John said.
"But I wanna stay with Tru and Faith. They're cool." Sam said, looking at the twins who just smiled.
"We'll see them a lot Sammy, I promise, but right now we gotta go." John told his youngest.
"Okay." Sam said, walking out of the kitchen with Dean walking beside him. Tru and Faith followed them as they walked into the room they'd been staying in and grabbed their bags.
"Want help Sam?" Faith asked, watching Sam struggle with his bag.
"No, I got it." Sam said, dragging the bag out of the room. Faith gave Dean and Tru another look before walking out of the room, leaving them alone.
"Guess I gotta go." Dean said, looking away.
"Yeah, guess you do. But you're dad said we'd prolly see you soon." Tru told him.
"Yeah, he did say that." Dean said, turning back to her and smiling.
"So, see ya soon." Tru said, looking up at him.
"See ya soon." Dean nodded, pulling Tru into a hug before they both left the room and headed for the door. They all walked out to the Impala to say goodbye.
"Bye Sammy." Tru said, hugging the youngest Winchester.
"Bye Tru." Sam smiled.
"Bye Mr. Winchester." Faith and Tru said at the same time.
"Goodbye girls." John said, getting into the car.
"You better write Winchester." Faith said, pointing a finger at Dean.
"I'll think about it. Bye." Dean said, giving Tru one last look before getting into the Impala. Sam waved at them as they pulled away. Faith and Tru waved back until the car was out of sight. They both sighed and walked back into the house where their father already had dinner on the table.
"You girls really got attached to those boys, huh?" He asked as they sat down.
"Yeah, they were awesome." Tru said, blushing at the look Faith gave her. They ate and talked about the hunt he went on. When there was silence, Faith spoke up.
"Tru has a crush on Dean." Faith said out of nowhere.
"What?! No I don't." Tru half yelled.
"Yeah you do." Faith teased.
"No I don't." Tru countered.
"Do to." Faith smirked.
"Faith used the guns while you were out." Tru said, getting her sister back.
"No I didn't." Faith said defensively.
"Yes she did." Tru told their father.
"No I didn't." Faith argued.
"Girls, enough." Bobby said, exhausted.
"She started it." They said at the same time.
"I don't care. Both of you, go to your rooms." Bobby said sternly.
"But…"
"Now." Bobby said. Both the girls got up and walked to their rooms, neither saying anything. Tru and Faith both slammed their doors behind them. While Faith started hitting the punching bag on the side of her room, Tru laid down on her bed and thought about when she would be able to see Dean again.
A week and a half, Tru and Faith were in the back, fighting. For the past week Tru had managed to get the upper hand on her sister which had shocked everyone. Tru spun and kicked Faith in the side, sending her down.
"You okay lil sis?" Tru asked, holding out her hand to help her up.
"I'm fine." Faith said grumpily, taking Tru's hand and hoisted herself up.
"Girls." Bobby called from the front.
"Coming." They both called back and started jogging to the front. When they got there, they saw their father standing by the car. They both smiled when they saw the look on their father's face.
"We goin on a hunt?" Faith asked.
"Yeah, go get your bags, we gotta go." Bobby told them.
"Yes!" Tru and Faith yelled at the same time as they ran into the house to get their bags that they always kept packed. They grabbed them and ran back out to the car where their father was still waiting. They threw the bags in the trunk and hopped into the backseat.
"What are we hunting?" Tru asked as Bobby pulled away.
"You'll find out soon enough." Bobby said, not wanting to tell her.
"No, come on. You gotta tell us." Faith argued.
"No I don't." Bobby said, smiling as his daughters pouted in the backseat.
"Not fair." They both muttered under their breath. Bobby just laughed as he continued to drive down the road.
They pulled into a motel and Bobby got the girls their own room and got one for himself. Tru and Faith both tossed their stuff into their room before reporting to their father's room.
"Now what is it. You gotta tell us." Faith said as they walked in.
"Yeah, we wanna know now." Tru nodded. There was a knock at the door, silencing everyone inside the room. Bobby moved over to the door and opened it, revealing John, Dean, and Sam. Tru smiled when she saw Dean and Faith rolled her eyes.
"Hey Bobby, glad you could help." John said, walking into the room, Sam and Dean following.
"Well the girls have been bugging me to take them on a hunt." Bobby said, closing the door.
"We haven't been bugging you." Tru said defensively.
"What are we hunting anyway?" Faith asked, looking up at her father.
"A very pissed off spirit." Dean told them.
"It's been killing blondes. At least two a month for the past year." Bobby informed them. After he said that, everyone's attention turned to Dean who was the only blonde in the room.
"Blonde chicks." Dean said, trying to get the attention off him.
"Okay, lets take the son of a bitch down." Faith said energetically.
"Faith Erin." Bobby said sternly.
"Sorry." Faith muttered.
"There's a problem, though." John told them.
"That doesn't sound good." Tru muttered.
"The spirit lures it's victims to a house across town from where it's bones are buried." John told them.
"Ookay." Tru and Faith both said, not understanding.
"It can only be either at the house or at it's grave. The problem is whenever we try to salt and burn the bones, the spirit shows up and we can't continue." John explained.
"So we need three people to go to the house and distract the spirit while we salt and burn the bastard." Bobby told them.
"Let's guess who the three going to the house are." Faith said sarcastically.
"Keep that up, you won't go." Bobby said sternly to his daughter. Faith immediately shut her mouth, making Tru laugh.
"Well what are we waiting for. Lets go." Tru said, ready to go.
"Tru." Bobby started.
"What? You haven't taken us on a hunt for three months." Tru said.
"We're bored and we wanna kick ass." Faith spoke up. Bobby opened his mouth to yell at Faith for swearing again but Tru stopped him.
"Come on, it's dark. The baddies start crap at dark. Please." Tru begged, giving her father puppy dog eyes.
"Baddies?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Makin fun of our words Winchester?" Faith asked, crossing her arms. Dean just held up his hands in surrender, making Sam laugh.
"Come on daddy." Tru begged again. Bobby sighed and nodded.
"Guess it would be better to go before it finds another victim." Bobby told them.
"Yes!" Tru and Faith yelled at the same time, heading for the door.
"Girls." Bobby said, stopping them in their tracks. They both turned around.
"Come on, you said we can go." Tru said.
"Yeah and you can fill us in more about the case in the car. Lets go." Faith finished as she opened the door and bolted out of the room with Tru behind her.
"Your girls are very energetic." John said, smiling.
"Yeah they are." Bobby smiled as he watched his daughters run over to the car. They tried to get their doors open but found they were locked.
"Dad, you locked the damn doors." Faith yelled into the room.
"We're taking John's car." Bobby informed them. They both turned to look at the Impala and smiled. They both loved that car.
Half an hour later, they arrived at the small abandoned house. Dean, Tru, and Faith all jumped out of the backseat and walked over to the trunk, waiting for their fathers to get them their guns. John opened the trunk and pulled out three rifles filled with rocksalt, handing one to each of the kids.
"Awesome." Faith muttered as she took the gun.
"You three be careful." John told them sternly.
"Do what you can to distract the spirit but don't piss it off more." Bobby said, looking pointedly at Faith and Tru.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Faith asked.
"I think he doesn't believe that we can do something without pissing someone off." Tru said, looking at her sister.
"Now that's just insulting." Faith said, looking shocked.
"I'm hurt." Tru finished, looking hurt but soon broke into a smile.
"Very funny. Dean, I know it'll be hard but please don't shoot my daughters." Bobby said, moving back to the passenger door.
"I'll do my best." Dean said, smirking. They all watched as the older hunters left before heading for the house.
"Better watch your back blondie." Faith said, opening the door.
"I'm not…" Dean started.
"You two knock it off. How long do you think we have to wait before they get there?" Tru asked.
"Knowing the way my dad drives, I'd say five minutes." Dean said, looking around the house, making sure there were no surprises.
"So shall we start?" Faith asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking. Tru nodded, her expression matching her sister's perfectly.
"Okay you old son of a bitch, where are you!" Tru yelled through the house.
"Come on, you like Blondes, we brought you one." Faith yelled.
"Stop calling me a damn blonde." Dean yelled at Faith.
"Come on, we're three kids. You scared?" Faith yelled, ignoring Dean. It was silent for a second before Tru turned to her sister.
"Faith, down!" Tru yelled as a knife narrowly missed her sister.
"Son of a bitch." Faith yelled, picking herself off the ground.
"I'm guessing he's home." Dean said, holding the gun tighter.
"You think." Faith said angrily and sarcastically as she brushed off her jeans. Dean opened his mouth to say something but Tru cut him off again.
"We don't have time for this. We got a pissed off son of a bitch somewhere in here and we gotta watch out before someone gets killed." Tru said, looking at both of them.
"Especially…" Faith started.
"Faith." Tru said in a warning voice. Faith just closed her mouth and looked around.
"Come on you stupid son of a bitch, you missed." Faith yelled through the house.
"Faith." Tru yelled, wishing her sister would stop messing with the spirit.
"What?" Faith asked defensively. Before Tru could answer, Faith was thrown out of the room and into the kitchen a few feet away.
"Faith." Tru yelled, running toward her sister, only to be thrown back into a wall on the other side of the room.
"Tru!" Dean yelled, running toward her.
"I'm fine." Tru said, picking herself up. She looked past Dean and saw the spirit walking over to them. "Dean, shoot." Tru yelled. Dean spun around and shot at the spirit, which disappeared. When it was gone, Tru ran over to her sister.
"Faith, you okay?" Tru asked, kneeling down to Faith who was still on the ground.
"Yeah, just give me a minute." Faith said, trying to sit up. Tru heard a thud behind her and saw Dean being held against the wall by an invisible force.
"Dean!" Tru yelled, picking up her gun and running into the room. She looked around for the spirit but found herself being thrown back into the wall across from Dean.
"Tru!" Dean yelled as he watched her drop her gun and slam into the wall.
"I'm fine." Tru said, trying to get down with no luck. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a knife coming toward her slowly. "Okay, maybe I'm not." Tru muttered to herself. She then saw the form of a man appear in front of her. He had short cropped hair and a scar above his left eye.
"Get away from me!" Tru yelled, still struggling to get down. The spirit just laughed at her and moved his hand up to stroke her cheek. Tru shivered at the touch, he was so cold.
"Get away from her." Faith yelled, standing by the door. She shot at him and he disappeared again. Both Dean and Tru fell to the floor, along with the knife that had been inches away from Tru's face. "You okay Tru?" Faith asked.
"Just peachy." Tru nodded, picking herself off the ground. "Where the hell did he go?"
"Who knows but unless they salted the bastard already, he'll be back soon." Dean told her.
"How come they didn't need help with a werewolf or a wendigo or something we could hit." Tru muttered, looking around.
"Cause he doesn't want us getting hurt." Faith said, rolling her eyes and she looked around too.
"We're gonna get hurt no matter what we're hunting." Tru muttered to herself. "I really hate these sons a bitches. You never know where they're gonna be." A second later, they were all thrown down the hall, landing uncomfortably on the ground.
"Ow." Faith and Tru said at the same time.
"God damnit Casper." Tru yelled through the house. The spirit appeared in front of them.
"How must longer do you think we got?" Faith asked.
"Minute or two." Dean answered.
"Who's got a gun?" Tru asked. All three of them looked around and saw there was no gun in sight.
"Shit." They all said, backing away as best as they could. The spirit settled itself in front of Tru and looked down at her.
"You mind backin the fuck up." Tru said, finding herself backed into a wall. He didn't respond but instead he soon burst into flames before disappearing. Tru let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding.
"You okay?" Dean and Faith asked at the same time.
"Next time, we aint dealin with a spirit. I need to be able to hit something." Tru said as they walked to the front of the house. They found their guns in the living room and picked them up before making their way outside to wait on the small porch.
"Tru, you're bleeding." Faith said, looking at the back of her sister's head where there was blood sticking to her hair.
"Probably from when I hit the wall. I'll be fine." Tru shrugged, looking back at the road.
"Dad's gonna freak when he sees it." Faith told her.
"Then I'll take a shower before he can see it." Tru told her.
"Maybe you should have your dad check it out." Dean said, concern in his voice.
"I'll be fine. It's just a scratch." Tru promised as the Impala pulled up. They all stood up and walked over to the car. Faith sat on the left, Tru in the middle, and Dean on the right.
"You three okay?" Bobby asked, turning to look at them.
"Next time." Faith started.
"We want something we can hit." Tru took over.
"A lot." Faith finished. Bobby just laughed at his daughters.
"You two are violent." Sam said from the front seat. Faith and Tru just smiled and laughed to themselves.
"So Dean could barely take his eyes off you all night." Faith said as Tru walked into the small room in her black pajama bottoms and shirt, towel drying her hair.
"He just didn't want us getting hurt by the spirit. He is older and the guy, he prolly felt that he needed to watch over us." Tru shrugged, sitting on her bed.
"Not us, you." Faith corrected.
"That's not true." Tru shook her head.
"Yeah it is. I mean, he might've been concerned about me but he sure seemed closer to you." Faith told her.
"Faith." Tru said, shaking her head.
"Will you just admit the truth. You like him and he obviously likes you." Faith said, annoyed that her sister was acting so dense.
"Goodnight Faith." Tru said, turning around in her bed, facing away from her sister. Faith just sighed and turned off the light before falling asleep herself.
"Thanks for your help Bobby." John said the next morning. Both families had already packed their stuff and were just saying their goodbyes.
"No problem John." Bobby nodded, shaking the man's hand.
"Bye Tru. Bye Faith." Sam said, waving at them.
"Bye Sammy." Tru said smiling.
"Bye Kiddo." Faith said, ruffling Sam's hair. Sam just pulled back and fixed his hair before moving for the car.
"Later Winchester." Faith said before walking to the car.
"Bye Dean." Tru said, a small frown on her face.
"Bye Tru." Dean said, giving her a small hug.
"Come on Kids." John and Bobby called, waiting for Dean and Tru. They pulled back and looked at each other for a second before Tru leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek before running back to the car before she could see Dean's reaction. She slid into the backseat and looked over at Faith who was smirking at her.
"What?" Tru mumbled.
"Don't act innocent. I saw that." Faith said, still smirking.
"Shut up." Tru muttered, sinking down in her seat as their father drove them back home.
Not too pleased with this chapter but that's probably cause I got so many ideas in my head, it's hard to get one down. And I might have Fighter updated tonight, but prolly tomorrow is more likely.