Somewhere in the Colorado outback:
August 1996.
The door swung shut as a nine year old ran toward the paddock. She could see her mother and sister in the distance, both with guns raised toward their individual targets. She paused to catch her breath and jogged the rest of the way. She didn't want her mother to know that her chest hurt badly, she would get beaten if she ever mentioned the word pain. To have pain was to have weakness. Two shots rang out loudly, followed by a whooping noise from her sister. She bit her lip, her mother had told her never to keep secrets, but if she didn't then Emali would get in trouble.
Darcy had known for a while that her sister was different. Her mother claimed it was just puberty, but as far as Darcy knew, puberty was nothing like this. She had walked in on Emali changing. Not clothing changing, but actually making herself become someone different. Emali had caught her (and after much screaming) had made Darcy promise she would never tell. Mind you, she was scared for her life when she found out her sister was something that they hunted.
Her mother called her over. Her mother was pretty, with full rose coloured lips, glossy blonde hair and sky blue eyes. She was exactly like her sister, except for the shape-changing. She had never found out why her mother made her hunt the supernatural, only that her father had wanted it. She shrugged and grabbed the shotgun from her mother's hands and aimed at the target, nearly falling backwards with the force of the shot. Her sister cackled beside her and walked off, leaving mother and daughter alone.
"Darcy Cotton Valover, you're hiding something from me."
Darcy swung around to face her mother, the shotgun hanging limply by her side. Fear swam about in her eyes as she was glared at and she quickly turned a bright shade of red. She forced herself to remain calm.
"I ain't hiding nothin' from ya mom."
A stinging sensation burnt itself into her cheek and she gingerly touched the spot where her mother had just slapped her. She shrunk away from the woman and felt tears burn at her eyes. She couldn't cry, her mother would just hit her again for it. She turned around and retreated back to the house, wincing as her mother called after her.
"Ten laps of the paddock Dar, and then you can practise shooting till sundown."
She sighed and began to run the laps.
Present Day:
Somewhere in Maryland
Dean sighed and rubbed his eyes. It had been nearly two whole days since Sam had found out about Darcy's texting and the younger brother was still refusing to talk to him. He knew that they were going to meet up with the young woman and he was beginning to loath the fact that they had ever met. He picked up the beer that sat in front of him and took a swig, watching his brother from the corner of his eye. Sam was talking on the phone, presumably to Darcy, and was busy clicking the mouse like crazy. Sam was still doing the research for the both of them, the co-ordinates locating a town called Greenbelt.
Sam's voice suddenly rang out and Dean frowned as he listened to the conversation (so sure, eavesdropping wasn't exactly the smartest idea at the moment).
"No way, your middle name is Cotton?"
"Cotton?"
Dean snorted. What kind of parents gave their daughter a middle name of Cotton? He had half expected her name to be 'Rosemary' or 'Jasmine' or some other flowery name that parents so loved to give their daughters. But Cotton? He shook his head and looked up to see Sam glowering at him and he threw his hands up in defence. He heard Sam mutter an apology into the speaker.
"Sorry, Dean was eavesdropping. Anyway, I can't find anything of interest that would suggest supernatural activity in Greenbelt."
"What do you mean murder?"
"Ok, I'll see you tonight. Bye."
Dean watched Sam as he shut the cell phone and placed it beside him. He moved over to his brother and peered over his shoulder, placing a hand on the back of the chair. Sam shifted in the seat and spoke icily.
"Darcy will be here tonight, probably about 11."
Dean sighed and rubbed a hand over his face before he sat down on the table next to his brother. Sam's attitude was seriously starting to piss him off.
"What is your problem Sam?"
Sam laughed at him, and it took all of his control to stop him from punching his brother in the face. He watched as Sam crossed his arms over his chest and look at him as if he was some kind of idiot.
"Where do I begin? Dean, you lied to me about my girlfriend."
Dean stood up and walked over to the window, peering out of the curtains and into the dreary car park.
"Dude, you don't know anything about her. For all we know she could be some kind of physco killer. God knows her sister was some kind of freaky. I was trying to help you."
"Yeah well, I don't need your help with women Dean. In fact, I would rather you didn't help with this, cos I really don't want your record with girls."
His words were like daggers and Dean winced. He forced the look of pain from his eyes and shrugged at Sam, trying to remain in control of his emotions. If his brother wanted to be a selfish bastard then fine, Dean wouldn't help him when she went to rip his brother's throat out. It would serve him right too.
Darcy sighed as she pulled her car into the parking space. She gently turned the key and listened as the soft purring stopped. She leant back into her seat and stared to her left, where the Impala sat. She really wasn't looking forward to the fight that probably awaited her. She didn't even know how to tell them that her powers had disappeared. She had been worried when Sam's had suddenly gone, and now she couldn't even feel anyone's presence. The silence felt more threatening then anything she had ever imagined. She swivelled in her seat and felt around for her duffel before she opened the door and shut it behind her. She pushed a button on her keychain and listened to the two beeps that showed her car was now locked.
She meandered over to the front desk and banged on the bell for service. All she wanted to do was crash into the nearest bed and sleep for a few days, so she might be able to handle the insane amount of question aimed her way. A hand found its way onto her shoulder and she tensed immediately, whirling around to face the culprit. Relief flooded onto her face as she recognised him. The lady at the counter cleared her throat and glared at them.
"Uhh, I'd like to rent a room. Double bed."
The lady pursed her lips and ran a finger down the list of available rooms. She looked back up and scanned them before she snapped the book shut and leant on the counter.
"Sorry, all out of rooms."
Darcy frowned and was about to speak before the man interrupted her.
"Don't worry. She can bunk with me and my brother. We can pay extra."
The woman looked shocked (and somewhat unhappy) but grumbled an acceptance and stalked back into the other room. Darcy sighed and turned around to face Sam once more.
"You know, we have a lot of issues."
Sam grinned and hugged her tightly. She returned the hug and felt herself lifted off the ground. As soon as she was returned to the earth she swept a hand through her hair and shifted her duffel to her shoulder. Sam ran a hand through her hair and smiled softly.
"Tell me about it, I just found out that your middle name was Cotton. I like your hair by the way." He teased gently.
She smiled and rolled her eyes, poking him in the back. She motioned for him to lead the way.
"I'd take it Dean won't be too happy about this new arrangement?"
Sam muttered darkly and shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets, pausing briefly to open the rented room door. He sighed.
"I doubt it. Darcy, we need to know about your past…"
She hissed and shrunk back, causing Sam to adopt a look of stress. She stopped and then frowned. She knew that she would have to tell her life story to them sooner or later; just she didn't want it to be this way. She walked in, throwing her duffel next to Sam's and she sat down.
"Sammy! Finally, I thought I was going to die without that beer…'
Darcy looked up at Dean as he walked into the room. He had frozen in place and was now glaring at her. His words from before still rung in her head. She gave an uneasy smile and then looked pleadingly at Sam.
"Here' Sam tossed the beer to Dean. 'Look, she's agreed to talk about before."
Dean snorted, but sat down on his bed and crossed his legs. Sam took a safer route and sat down on the chair next to his laptop.
"You really want to know. About how I became a hunter?"
They both nodded and Darcy sighed once more, running a hand through her hair. She closed her eyes.
"I grew up.."
Somewhere in the Colorado outback;
August 1996
Darcy stumbled inside the ranch finally. Her entire body burned from the amount of exertion she had been put through. Her mother really knew how to punish her two girls. She groaned as the front door slammed behind her and she stumbled into the nearest chair, closing her eyes as she did so. She was immediately re-awoken with the harsh 'snap' sound of a wooden spoon meeting a leg. She winced in pain and turned her large eyes to her mother who stood over her.
"Darcy, no time for lazing around. Go help your sister with the table."
She watched as her mother sashayed into the kitchen leaving Darcy to limp over to the dining table and set the cutlery out. Emali glanced at her sister with mock pity as she placed three plates onto the small table and then run off. Darcy finished setting the table out and then moved toward the kitchen. She paused to look at a picture on the small stand, picking it up gingerly in her hands. It showed her father and mother, somewhere in a city. She placed it back down. Her father was the whole reason her mother was psychotic and forced the girls to hunt.
She never knew much about her father, only that he was a 'hunter' and that he had disappeared about the time she had turned six months. Her mother always said that he had found some sort of crazy thing to hunt and had gone off. All she knew was that he had left a letter saying that he wanted to girls to hunt the supernatural as soon as they could walk. So, that's what had happened. Darcy watched as her sister shuffled quietly around the living room, making her way toward the phone. They were banned from using the phone (social calls were a big no-no) unless it was an emergency. Emali had stubborn teenager syndrome and had a habit of calling some guy called Cerdy.
She entered the kitchen and grabbed the salad bowl before she was stopped by her mother.
"Darcy, you know I love you."
"Yes ma'am."
"What's Emali doing?"
Darcy paused and turned to look at her mother. She always said that snitchers were the worst kind of people. Darcy looked at the ground and received another whack on the leg with the spoon.
"Sh-she's calling a friend."
Darcy retreated from the kitchen as her mother severed the phone line. She heard her sister scream out and start cursing at her mother. Darcy placed the bowl on the table and hid before the fight once again started.
A/N: Chapter 2! This one was just a bit about Darcy's past and stuff. Next chapter should be along shortly and it should be quicker than this. Reviews appreciated!