Well-Aged Like Swiss Cheese

Chapter 2: The back story

If Susan had been a normal person, she would have thought the story the brothers had just told her was a load of bull crap. But, she wasn't a normal person. She had a past which made this story seem like normal holiday chatter. I mean, you're not raised they way she was without being at least open minded.

A three year-old Susan sat on her father's lap. He'd just gotten back from a job. He worked for the state of Texas as a construction worker. He often did the night shifts and would be sent all over the state. The most recent job was near the Mexico border and he was amusing his two daughters with stories of his job and stories of the Mexican's he worked with. Her father was many things, one of those things was a racists. He was born and raised in Texas and loved being a Texan. He truly believed it should be a country of its own. He was part of a small group who believed Mexico was trying to invade and take over Texas. He was cautious, to say the least, of any Hispanic.

After this trip, he didn't look healthy. Her mother was trying to get him to rest and to eat. He'd started staying up all night and feeling anxious during the day. He developed a sensitivity to the sunlight and always felt cold. Susan over heard her mother talking on the phone to the doctor and she was very concerned. He only wanted to eat raw meat. Her mother refused to give it to him. Her parents argued loudly over it when Susan's mom caught her dad eating raw meat. Well, sucking the blood out of the raw meat is a more accurate.

Over the next days, his father continued to get sicker. His skin had become very pale, almost translucent. He was cold to the touch and remained in bed all day. Then the worse day of young Susan's life occurred. It started with her waking up to find her dad leaning over her twin sister's bed late one night. Her sister's legs were twitching oddly in the bed. Susan didn't know what was happening and called out to he dad, "Daddy? Daddy?"

He turned around and looked in her direction but didn't seem to recognize her. "I'll be there in a minute. Just rest little one".

At this point her memory gets a bit hazy. Her mother stumbled into the room, holding on to her neck, with a sharp piece of wood in her hand. Later Susan had discovered her mother had broken her bedroom end table. She had broken off a leg leaving a jagged end. This formed a convenient stake.

Her mother held onto her neck with one hand and held the wood in front of her, "Get away from her you bastard! Stay away from my babies!" Her hand remained steady as he approached her. Sirens rang out in the distance.

"You called the cops?" He laughed, he was amused by this inside joke. Susan didn't understand what was funny. She coward in her bed. Her sister wasn't moving. She suspected her sister and daddy wasn't ok. Her heart raced with anxiety and she squeezed her eyes shut. She prayed that it would be over soon.

"You ok?" Sam was worried, Susan looked white as ghost and looked like she was going to pass out. "Do you need a drink of water?"

She cleared her throat and rubbed her forward. "No, I'm fine."

"You're fine? We just told you we hunt monsters and believe one has attacked your sister. And you're fine with that?" Dean was skeptical.

"Yeah."

"You're well above the curve. Most people would be freaking out right now….Kicking us out….screaming at us….or something," Dean responded.

"Well, I don't panic much. Just see yourself out and find out what happened to my sister."

Susan locked the door behind the brothers. She had a lot of work to get done. In her sister's room, she opened the closet doors and split the clothes down the middle. She ran her hands under the shelving, she quickly found the switch and released the fake closet back. The small arsenal had everything a vampire hunter would need.

Susan scanned the supplies. Wooden stakes ranging in size from short to long. Vials of holy water. Stake arrows and bow. Nothing missing. Her sister wasn't prepared for when he came for her. She took a deep breath. She'd been clueless. Damn-it! Closed the arsenal and swiftly left the apartment.

Meanwhile, the brothers walked to the Impala. "That was weird wasn't it?" Dean's door was open and he was leaning on the top of the car.

Same looked over, "Yeah. She was way to OK with what we do. You think she's part of this?"

"I dunno if she's part of it but she certainly knows more then she's letting on."

"Stake out."

"Absolutely."

The brothers didn't have to wait long. Within minutes Susan left the apartment and headed to her own apartment. She lived several blocks away but took the scenic route since the brothers were following her. She enjoyed toying with them. Her mind wondered as she drove home.

A nine year-old Susan sat in the backseat of her mom's van. They'd been on the road for a couple of weeks now. And her mom was driving to a small town in Iowa. Susan loved Iowa in the fall. There were more colors on the trees then she'd ever seen. She also loved Iowa because that's where she met her now sister for the first time. Mom had interrupted the vampire during his feeding and was able to save an eight year-old girl. The girl's parents had been slaughtered while she hid in the closet next to her My Little Sister doll.

Sara had no family besides the ones who'd been in the house. Susan's guilt-stricken mom took Sara in and she became part of the family. Susan really had minded. She'd missed her real sister and it was good to have some company on the road. Susan smiled remembering the fun they'd had in that van and how Sara loved telling stories. She had the best imagination and could come up with the wildest stories.

She pulled into her apartment complex and went inside. First thing was first. Susan needed to find out whatever she could about these Winchesters. If they planned on helping her out, she'd need to know if she could trust them. She didn't trust other hunters typically. However, going after her father was going to require as much help as she could find. And if that meant the Winchesters were tagging along, she'd have to know they could hang when the shit hit the fan. Because it would hit. Sooner rather then later.