Four days later, Will was recovering nicely. She was moving around without much pain, and most of the bruises had faded.

At the moment, Bobby and Sam were out doing surveillance on the Leviathans. Dean and the girls were at the motel.

"So, I'm curious." Dean said, as he sat down on one of the beds. The girls were sitting on the other bed. Will was flipping through a guns and ammo magazine and Chey was writing in her dairy.

"Better watch it." Will said. "You know what curiosity did to that poor cat."

"I'll take my chances." Dean said.

"What are you curious about?" Chey asked.

"Your names. Willow Rain and Cheyenne Starlight."

"Mom was a hippie flower child." Will smiled.

"How did Kelly wind up with her name?"

"Kelly's Mom passed away when Kelly was born." Will explained. "Dad met Mom a year later."

"If you don't mind me asking, what happened to your Mom?"

"Car wreak thirteen yeas ago." Will replied.

Before Dean could respond, the door opened and Bobby and Sam walked in.

"They still scouring the town looking for us?" Will asked the two men.

"No." Bobby replied. "They're pulling out. Probably going back to their base home to regroup. "

"Then that's where we're going." The seventeen-year-old said, standing up.

"No we're not." Bobby corrected her. "We are heading in the opposite direction."

"Why?"

"Because we are not ready for a fight with them right now." Bobby said. "We need to work out a plan before we make our move."

"I've got a plan." Will said. "Go in with some heavy duty floor cleaner, my knife, and some machetes. Chop their heads off and go bowling."

"They will tear us apart." Bobby said.

"Fine, you can go the other way." Will picked up her duffle bag and slung it over her shoulder, wincing slightly in pain. "Cheyenne, stay with Bobby. I'll find you when I'm done."

"No." The fourteen-year-old said, stepping between her older sister and the door.

"Excuse me?" Will was not used to her little sister telling her no.

"You heard me, I said no." Chey said. "You are not going after them."

"You really think you can stop me?" Will smirked.

"No." Chey admitted. "I know you can walk right through me, and that's what you're going to have to do."

"I was thinking more along the lines of putting you across my knee and blistering your ass." Will growled.

"Go ahead, but hear me out first. I am not going to stand around and let you turn into Dad."

"What?"

"Dad was obsessed with finding the vamp that killed Kelly." Chey said in a hard voice. "When he wasn't hunting, he was drinking." The fourteen-year-old's voice rose as she talked. "His whole life revolved around hunting, around revenge. And around whisky." She was nearly screaming by this point, and her eyes were tearing up. "And I will be damned if I let you turn into him. When we left the other motel five days ago, you had a full bottle of Jack Daniels in your bag, now you have just a sip or two. You are seventeen, and you are well on your way to becoming an alcoholic."

"Chey…." Will started to say, but her sister's angry words cut her off.

"Shut the hell up and listen to me!" Chey yelled, causing Will to stare at her in surprise. The younger girl and never cussed at her before.

"Dad is dead, getting yourself killed will not bring him back. I know you, I know you feel responsibly for his death. But you are not responsible."

"I was supposed to have his back." Will said, her voice weak and small.

"He was supposed to have had yours." Chey's voice was soft now, as a few tears rolled down her cheeks. "He was the Father, he was supposed to protect us, not you. You are a kid, but you had no childhood. For as long as I can remember, it has been you that took care of me. And of Dad. He'd come home drunk and puking everywhere, it was you that sent me to bed and dealt with him yourself. I can see what that did to you, and I may be selfish here, but I don't want to have to do that for you."

Will opened her arms and Chey rushed forward and they wrapped their arms around each other.

"I won't turn into him." Will said, kissing the younger girl's head. "I promise."

The three men watched them and Sam looked at Dean, thinking that Bobby had been right. These two girls had a lot in common with them. Will was so much like Dean that it was scary.

"I won't go after them until I'm ready." Will assured her.

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A week later, they were staying at an abandoned farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. They were sitting around a table eating takeout Chinese.

"Girls." Bobby said. "The boys and I have been talking."

"So not a good sign." Will mumbled around a mouth full of noodles.

"This is important, Willow." Bobby said in a stern voice.

"Yes Sir." The seventeen-year-old said, giving the man her full attention.

"Looks like we're in the same boat, so we might as well be in the boat together. Will, I know you said you only wanted to stick with us until you were fully recovered. But we want you to stay permanently. You two are too young to be out there hunting things alone, and we kinda like having you around."

He hated the thought of the two teens living their lives on the run. But he knew it was the only way to keep them safe. He knew that Will was determined to stay a hunter, and he didn't want her hunting alone. He cared for the two girls and wanted to keep them safe, and make sure that they understood they were loved.

"We kinda like it too." Will admitted.

"Yeah." Chey smiled.

"But there are rules." Bobby said. "There's a pecking order here and I'm at the top of the list. Then Dean, then Sam."

"I can live with that." Will said, looking at Sam. "I don't what your problem was a year ago, but you were right. You're not the same person. I trust you."

"That means a lot to me." Sam smiled at the teen. "Thank you."

Then she looked at Bobby. "I still get to hunt, right?"

"Right." Bobby said. "But only if I say it's okay. No hunting alone. We are going after the Leviathans soon, and you will be part of that. But you have to follow our orders."

"And I still get to boss around Chey?"

"Right." Bobby smiled.

"Hey!" The fourteen-year-old protested. "How come I'm at the bottom of the totem pole?"

"It sucks being the youngest." Sam said, then he smiled. "This is why I'm glad you two joined us. Now I'm not the youngest."

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THE END

Hope you enjoyed it. I plan on writing more stories with Will and Chey. Please let me know what you think.