Supernatural
Present Day
Last week, Sara and Jack Wolfe were found dead in their house in Long Beach with their children, Kurt (17) and Rayna (14), missing. The local police station received an anonymous call, just before 11, reporting the murder. Sara (43) who worked in a marketing office was found at 11.25 with her husband (47) on the floor of their living room with their throats slit. Also missing from the crime scene was Rayna's friend, Estelle Watson (13), an orphaned child who was staying with the Wolfes while her adopted parents were at a conference in New York. The murder was believed to be committed by Estelle's unknown parents in an attempt to kidnap her with Sara and Jack getting in their way. Rayna and Kurt were also believed to be kidnapped.
"Well this is complete rubbish!" Estelle minimized the screen on her laptop, nearly feeling like throwing it across the room. It had been a week since they had taken up hunting and Rayna still had not left her bedroom in the headquarters for the Men of Letters. She could not understand her grief. Apart from Rayna and a few of the friends she had had at the children's home she had been in until she was 10, there was no one she cared so much about. She was meant to be reading Sam and Dean's dad's journal, revising how to kill every type of monster but she had to know more about what was going on in the outside world. She turned back to the old, leather-bound book.
…..and the Wendigo must be killed with fire. Werewolf: These monsters transform on a full moon and can be turned by biting. They can be killed with silver in the form of bullets and knives and…
Her reading was interrupted by the flutter of wings and she looked up to see an unlikely angel, Castiel, dressed in his usual suit, covered with a trench coat. His face held a look of urgency on his face.
"Cas? Cas, what's wrong?" He didn't speak. He just grabbed her by the shoulder and dragged her to the wall. "Cas, what the Hell?" He put his finger to his lips. "Cas?" she whispered now. "What is it? What's going on?" He held her key necklace between two fingers. "I know who you are."
"What?"
"I know who you are. I know who family are."
"Well, great" she said, not entirely believing him. "Who am I and why are we whispering?"
"Shhh…They might be listening."
"Who might be listening, Cas?" He bent down towards her and looked around before answering. "Demons."
"Why would demons care?"
"I can't tell you anything. I can't even tell you why I can't tell you but there is one thing you should know." He handed her a folded up piece of paper. "The place is surrounded by demons. At least two hundred. The key will help you find out the truth."
"Um thanks and I want to find out who my family…my real family is but Rayna's depressed, I don't know if I should trust you and oh yeah, I've never hunted a demon before let alone two hundred!"
"Shhh." He put his hand to her forehead and she felt some kind of energy, like he knew, like he knew everything. "You've got to go, quickly. If Sam and Dean find out, they'll try and stop you." And then he was gone with another flap of wings, leaving her to look at the address in her hand.
Warehouse 5a, 35th street, Washington DC. She was in for a long journey.
August 2005
"Are you scared?" Estelle asked Lynn as Traci braided her hair for their first day of school. "I don't know. I heard our teacher's really scary." Lynn was a sweet 5 year old with short, blonde hair and chubby, pink cheeks. Estelle who then was very short and skinny with normally braided, long, dark hair was not allowed to know why she was at the children's home. It was time for their first day of Elementary school. "Hey Estelle." A boy who looked like he was about 8 with long, ginger hair, rectangular framed glasses and freckles had come in. She did not know him that well because the older kids were separated from them but she thought his name was Justin. "Hi Estelle. I'm meant to be showing you around the school."
"Well, you two should leave" said Traci. "You need to show her every classroom before the day starts.
They arrived in the playground where other kids were beginning to line up. "Hey nerd!"
"What's a nerd?" She spoke to him for the first time.
"Oh. It's someone who's clever and good with computers and likes working. It's kind of true. I can hack into computers. I could teach you a bit if you wanted."
"Thank you. That would be nice." He blushed.
"Well, anyway, that's the gym and down there's the playground…"