Yo readers. I know I haven't uploaded in awhile and all i can say is that school is absolute hell. I'm taking two AP classes and the rest or honors so I've been writing as i get the small amount of time. Anyway here is the next chapter.
Older Violet stepped out of the car as both her uncle and father went inside the gas station. She felt the sun absorbing into her body. Little her was still reading, she's finished the first three books she has and was almost done with the forth. Big Violet kind of wished that she had more time in the future to read like She used to.
Her time was to divided between her husband, father, and uncle. Add in saving the world once a week and you don't have much time for anything. She pulled out her phone and wished the damn thing would work. If only for five minutes. Just long enough for her to tell her future family she was okay.
"Hey, I got you some soda." Sam handed her the bottle to which she happily accepted. She popped the lid off and took a large gulp. "You look a bit troubled." She gave him the look that the comment deserved.
"Well, you know how you and dad are. You think y'all are protective now it only seemes to get worse."
"Really? I would think that we would have lessened the rains as you got more control of your abilities." He didn't even try to correct the protective statement. Sam knew he wasn't nearly as bad as his brother but at the same time he knew that he could sometimes be much as well.
"Well, the way that the everything seemed to play out boys came right after the powers and dad didn't take a very nice liking to that." She laughed and shook her head as she said it. "I did manage to get pretty far without the two of you finding out." She regretted it the second the words left her mouth. Not because it woukd really mess with her interactions witht the opposite sex, but because not she would have to work harder about hiding it.
Sam's eyebrows shot up at the confession. He never really thought about how him and Dean were going to deal with her dating. It was just a thought that never crossed his mind.
"Is that something I need to inform your father about?" He questioned in a joking manner. He wasn't going to rat her out. She shrugged; Dean was in hell when it all began so there isn't much he would be able to do. Not directly anyway.
"You can if you want to. I really don't think it will change all the much. Just might make me more sneaky and being better at that isn't going to bother me all that much." Dean got to them at that point.
"What you guys talking about?" He asked as he started pumping the gas.
"Oh nothing." She answered, taking another large gulp of the soda. "Just about my large number of boyfriends that I've had over the years." Dean narrowed his eyes at her. "Honestly what did you think I was going to do, become a nun?"
"You would have made a great nun." Dean said the most serious look that she's ever seen in him.
"I would have to respect for god to make that work and he's nothing but a drunk."
"A drunk huh?"
"Yep. hey, we should get something to eat." She nodded her head towards the diner across the street. Both men nodded and Dean went to park the car.
Something about the diner made younger Violet's skin prickle. She couldn't think of a time that shes felt this way. Her older self didn't seem to be that worried but little Violet had a hard time reading her like she did her father and uncle. Dean and Sam's energy changed based on what they were feeling, it only took her a few hours of being around someone for her to be able to differentiate their emotions. Older Violet seemed to have something around her that kept her out, something that hid her own energy.
Dean chose a booth in the corner of the establishment, Sam following close behind. Older Violet made Sam move in for her to sit down, her shoes making loud tapping noises against the shiny tile. Dean frowned at the noise but smiled at his younger daughter, standing up so she could move on the inside of the booth.
"Can you get off that thing? What are you even doing?" Dean asked Violet, she hadn't taken her eyes off her phone for the last few hours and it was really starting to get on his nerves.
"I'm reading!"
"You can read on that thing?" Sam leaned over her shoulder to see, "I thought you said it didn't work."
"The book was downloaded before I was summoned, I cant get on the internet here or make any calls. I can look at everything that's already on it. Just nothing new." She clicked the screen off and pushed it between herself and the belt around her waist. "How long dose the battery last?"
"I don't know, I've never had to find out." She shrugged and began reading over the menu. Little Violet also began to look over the menu, leaving the table completely silent. It didn't take long for them to give their orders to the waiter after he brought them their drinks.
"Are we going to your old house?" Little Violet asked after a few moments. "Is that were Grandpa is?" Sam and Dean exchanged a look but older Violet beat them to it.
"No hunny. Grandpa isn't going to be there."
"Do you know where he is?"
"No I don't." She didn't hesitate in her answer, Dean wasn't sure if her believed her. If she was lying, then he was slightly impressed with how well she was able to do it. Sam looked like he was thinking the same thing that Dean was.
"What about the thing in our old house, is it the same thing that went after our mom?" Sam asked.
"You'll find out. Wheres the fun in telling you?"
"This isn't about having fun." Sam's voice was slightly scolding and she gave him a look that almost made Dean laugh. Younger Violet was looking back and forth between her uncle and herself.
"This is the only way to have fun with this life. I don't know what you want from me. If I wasn't here you would have to figure it out by yourself, you're going to have to do the same even if I'm here. Like I mentioned before, I will not do anything to mess with the future if I can help it." She gave him a blank face, "our world is already messed up enough, no need to make it worse." She mumbled, taking a large sip of her soda.
"What was that?" Dean asked.
"Nothing."
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When they got to Kansas everyone was ready for a good nights sleep and about an entire pack of beer, excluding the child in the car. Violet had found herself in a nice conversation with her younger self about magic. It surprised her just how much she didn't know at such a young age. She had forgotten just how long it took her to understand her own abilities.
Older Violet didn't like that her younger self was just completely unprotected on the magical front. All it would take was a well crafted spell or a strong Demon to get inside her her head and possibly mess around with her powers. As she thought about it, she couldn't quiet remember how she began learning but she did. Nothing to bad happened to her before then and all she could hope was that she managed to learn before something did.
"Looks like were here." Dean pulled over to the side of the street across from a house that older Violet found slightly familiar. She was the first out of the car and stretched out her arms. The sun felt good on her skin but she made sure not to absorb to much. When her younger self got out she noticed that she didn't pace herself like she had. She could see the young girls energy brighten and her hair seemed to push itself a little farther down her back.
Everyone followed her out of the car and Dean almost looked like he wanted to tell little Violet to stay in the car but thought better of it. Him and Sam had talked about involving her more into the safer areas of their job. If she felt the need to go and do things behind their back because they weren't letting her use her powers enough then they decided it was best to give her more opportunities to do so. She automatically pushed her hand in his as they cross the street, making Dean smile. He decided to make the best of his sweet little girl. He had been warned that they dont stay sweet forever, he hadn't believed them. He caught up to Older Violet and whispered his question.
"Is it safe for little you to come?"
"If you waited for things to be safe, I never would have left the motel room." She gave him a knowing look, "my powers will protect me. I'm not as breakable as you think. I promise." Little Violet noticed the conversation as it was ended and almost asked about it. Older Violet suddenly stopped on the sidewalk right before they walked up the stairs to the house. Dean and Sam also stopped at her action, both going a little bit on edge. "Who am I supposed to be? We cant call both Little me and myself Violet." Dean looked to Sam who shrugged.
"Do you have a nickname in the future?"
"Le-My husband calls me Vi, we can say its short for. Victoria or something like that."
"Works for me. And we will be calling you Vi from here on out." Dean answered. "Whats my relation? Sister? Cousin? Family friend?"
Sam was the one to answer this time, sister works. "We have to keep it with some kind genetic relation, you and...yourself look to much alike." He stumbled over the ending on the sentence.
"The funny thing is that you would think that would be an odd thing to hear someone say. But its not." Dean chucked at that and look down at the little girl connected to his hand.
"You get all of that?" She nodded. She was starting to feel her stomach tighten as they moved closer to the house. Something didn't feel right about the building. She found a little comfort in the rhythmic sound of Vi's heels hitting against the concrete. Violet looked to Vi to see if she was feeling the same thing she was. When Violet looked up, Vi was also looking to her. Vi's hand patted her shoulder.
"What ever it is, your abilities will protect you." Violet didn't understand how her powers could protect her if she didn't know how to make them protect her. Dean looked between the two, not understanding the conversation.
"What? What are you talking about?"
"The energy in the house. I feel like I'm walking towards...a very dark cloud." Vi wanted to say something different but was keeping her younger self in mind.
"Bad dark cloud?"
"No, a friendly dark cloud that's going to give us candy when we walk in the door." Just as she finished her words, they made it up to the door. Dean rolled his eyes at her and knocked on the door, taking a step back after he did so. Violet laughed a little at Vi's tone and Sam was also doing the same.
A blond women that Sam recognized from his dreams answered the door. He wanted to tell Dean that he had been right but at the same time he didn't want to come off as weird. Dean began talking but Sam cut in before he could get the fake names out of his mouth.
"My names Sam, this is- are my siblings Dean and Vi Winchester. He stumbled over his nieces nickname, and my niece Violet. My siblings and I grew up here." Dean jumped in at this point.
"We were just driving though town and was hoping we could take trip down memory lane." He gave his half smile and the women introduced herself as Jenny. She mentioned that she might have found something that belonged to them in the basement and led them into the kitchen.
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"Poltergeist?" Violet asked as everyone moved back to the car. Vi was proud of her younger self whereas Dean felt a little guilty that his daughter could so easily name off the possible monster jut by hearing what the victim said.
"That's what it sounds like." Sam was the one to answer her. He to was impressed by what he was hearing. They deiced to find a motel room and get something to eat before heading off and finding more people to talk to. Vi was more then happy to begin the investigation. She spent a lot of her time thinking about how things went before her father began letting her take part in hunts. In her time she had gone out on plenty by herself without a second thought, she almost missed her father's overprotective nature. It was still there but the man understood that she could handle herself better then most. Not to mention he threatened her husband that if she ever came back in less then somewhat mild condition he would remove his head, not the on the top of his body either.
"What are you smiling abut back there?" Dean questioned Vi, his eyes watching her in the rear-view mirror. She snapped her attention to him and gave him a wicked smirk.
"Just thinking about how different things are in the future."
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" His tone was slightly reserved, like part of his didn't really want the answer or already knew it and just didn't want to be confirmed. Vi looked to him slightly confused, not understanding the shift in emotion. It was at that moment she really began to wonder if her father approved of how she ended up.
"Well, depends on the change you're talking about. I don't think things are all that bad." She said slowly but truthfully, watching his reaction closely. The face he gave her answer brought her back to an earlier memory. It was the night she told her father about the engagement. He had known about it of course, her husband was old fashioned in the way things were done.
Dean grabbed two glasses, one for himself and one for his daughter. In his other hand he grabbed the bottle of scotch he had been watching for the last ten minuets. It wasn't until he saw his daughter walking towards with a big ass diamond on her finger that he gave himself permission to crack it open. He had been doing his best to lay off the substance ever since Violet mentioned that she didn't like how much he had been drinking."You know." He said, tipping the glass against his lips, "I never thought that I was going to have to give you away. Didn't think I would live long enough." She gave the comment a strained chuckle, not because it was funny, but because it was true. She didn't think he would live past her 13th birthday. He passed her cup across the table she took a seat at and filled hers as well.
"Well, we made it." She said, she watched her father down the rest of the drink before filling it up again. It almost hurt her to think that he needed the drug to function.
"You were always going to make it." He said sternly, looking her directly in the eyes, "I went to hell and back for your uncle, don't think that I wouldn't go down there myself and tear apart every demon, every spirit, every god forsaken being, to get you back. I'd burn Haven down to hell." He once again downed the drink before she had even touched hers.
"He told me that you threatened to castrate him." Violet said, a smile tugging at the edge of her lips, "said that he hadn't even asked you yet before you started making threats. How'd you know he was going to ask?" She crossed her legs and smoothed down her dress around her thighs.
"I've been waiting." He grunted, "knew it was going to happen sooner or later and the damn kid hasn't ever asked to be alone with me before, figured he'd finally grown the balls, couldn't think of another reason for him to risk his life like that." He shrugged, smiling a wicked smirk that Violet herself caught in the mirror from time to time.
"You wouldn't kill him." She waved off the comment like it was an insignificant fly, "you wont admit it but you like him, you know that we're good for each other."
"Knowing that you're good for each other and liking him are two different things. Now either drink the scotch or give it to me. This bitch was expensive."
Vi looked to her younger self who was watching her with some kind of wild admiration. "How did you do that?" She asked. Vi wrinkled her nose, confused by what the younger girl meant.
"How did I do what?"
"Show me what you were thinking?" Vi's eyes widened, as did the eyes of the other men in the car.
Questions for this chapter:
1.) What do you think Violet's future husband will be like. (hunter, regular dude, magical...etc.)
2.) How do you think John would react if he came face to face with Future Violet?
3.) Do you think Dean is proud or slightly upset about future Violet's attitude towards hunting?
4.) How old do you think FV (future Violet) is?
Please answer whatever question you choose, I like interacting with my readers!