Two Winchesters and A Colt
Gutsy, 13-year-old, Elena Colt, has demons on her tail. When things become too dangerous, she finds herself under the care and protection of the Winchester Brothers much to both their dismay. Can they learn to trust, cope, and survive together in this harsh and unforgiving world of monsters, spirits, witches, and demons? Disciplinary spanking of a minor in later chapters. Violence. Language.
This was a story I wrote a long time ago, I found it in some of my old notebook stories and thought it would be fun to revisit it. I ended up editing, expanding, and transferring it onto my laptop. I decided to take a break from my other new stories due to a muse block and inability to write as often as I wanted. Please be aware that I will be unable to write for a long while due to things occurring in my life as of late. But I will be back. I haven't given up on my new stories, just need a break. Therefore, in the meantime I decided to edit this old notebook story so I would be able to post something.
I don't expect this story to get a lot of attention or interest due to the fact that there are so many little sister/daughter stories out there when it comes to Supernatural. But I decided to post it all the same thinking someone might enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Please note, although there are several chapters, this story is not complete and there is a lot fluff and descriptions. Back when I wrote this, it was merely for my own pleasure and I had no direction of where I was going to take it. But I still found it to be enjoyable nevertheless.
WARNINGS:
*If you're looking for a story where Sam and Dean say and do the right things all time and everything is wrapped up in a nice perfect little bow at the end of each chapter leaving you satisfied, this is not the story for you. I do not sugar coat the harshness of the reality they live in, I keep the characters flawed and nowhere near perfect. I like realism and the aspects of human nature are not always pretty, comforting and soft especially when danger and fear are involved. Please don't look for all sunshine and rainbows here.
*IMPORTANT: There will be disciplinary SPANKING/corporal punishment of a 13-year-old in later chapters. That is in no way shape or form sexual. It is merely a form of discipline used in the harsh world of Supernatural. If this bothers you, offends you or puts you off in any way. Please do not read and spare me and yourself the trouble. There is also swearing and violence.
This is not a lecture or a model on how things should occur in real life. This is just fiction and is written for fun and entertainment.
Please review. I would love some feedback from this old story.
Chapter 1 - Elena Anne Colt
First Impressions
The rock music echoed loudly against the confining walls of the cheap motel room. Sam snapped his attention away from his black duffle bag towards Dean's cellphone that lay on the bedside table. The young Hunter glanced over his shoulder at the bathroom door that still remained firmly shut. A dull light was illuminating underneath the door frame and the sound of running water from the shower could still be heard pelting against the tiles.
Determination set against his firm features; Sam hastily matched towards the phone hoping against all odds that it would be his dad on the other end. However, Sam's doubts were confirmed as the caller ID displayed someone else on the other end. Feeling a brisk annoyance of familiar disappointment, the young Hunter flipped the phone open and greeted the caller in an even tone.
"Hello?"
"Sam?" The man inquired sounding surprised to hear his voice.
"Yeah, Caleb. It's me." Sam confirmed shortly, but in a polite friendly tone, knowing he was probably the last person he'd expect to answer Dean's cellphone. He had not spoken to Caleb in at least three years, ever since he broke off the Hunting train to pursue Law at Stanford. Sam wondered if the man condemned him for pursing his own path in life as he expected many Hunters did.
"Is Dean with you?" Caleb asked somewhat urgently, his tone carrying an edge of distress, making Sam stiffen with apprehension.
"Yeah, he's just in the shower." Sam confirmed adjusting the phone closer to his ear.
"What's going on? You haven't heard from my dad, have you?" Sam asked his brows creasing into a worried frown as he sat himself down on the bed.
"No, Sam, I'm sorry." The man expressed genuinely.
There was a slight pause, increasing the young man's anxiety that something was undoubtably wrong.
"I…I need your help."
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Dean emerged from the bathroom, holding onto the white towel that wrapped around his lean hips, his toned body still glistening from the warm shower water. Dean's brows frowned as his eyes settled on his brother's seated frame who had just snaped his phone shut with a rough sigh. Sam rested his forearms on his thighs slouching forward a bit seeming to be in deep thought as he stared straight ahead at the motel door.
"Was that dad?" Dean asked, his deep voice rumbling with both concern and apprehension.
Sam turned his head towards his brother, his brow crinkled and his lips pressed together in hesitation as he knew his brother was not going to happy with what he had just agreed to do.
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Dean pressed his heavy steal toed boot hard against the gas pedal forcing the classic chevy to race down the long country road toward Lincoln, Nebraska. Dean's hard green eyes set firmly on the road ahead, his sharp chiseled features fixed in a deep glower feeling his jaw twitch with irritation.
"So, explain to me again, why the hell Caleb needs us to baby sit his niece? A kid we don't even know." Dean's exasperated voice rising at his brother giving him a sideways glare not hiding his displeasure about babysitting in the slightest.
Sam sighed deeply not too happy about the situation himself. "He said she was not safe with him anymore and that dad was supposed to take her, but plans changed when dad went MIA."
"Wait. Why the hell would dad agree to take in some kid? I'm just not buying it, Sammy." Dean argued shaking his head knowing his dad was not one to volunteer his child protecting services freely.
"I don't know, Dean. I mean Caleb sounded pretty desperate on the phone. And all the times Caleb's helped us and dad over the years, I mean we owe the guy a lot. Dad just might be trying to help Caleb out." Sam expressed logically knowing very well that his dad valued Caleb as friend. He had helped John in the Hunting business for as long as Sam could remember.
"Okay, even if dad agreed to it. Why does Caleb think she'd be any safer with us? I mean we're Hunters, we go toward the danger. Not exactly kid friendly." Dean expressed feeling his frustration rise at not knowing any of the important details which he would be glad to be privy to at the moment.
"I don't know, but he practically begged me." Sam expressed forcefully feeling his own frustration build up against his concern recalling the desperation in Caleb's voice. "He said something about needing to protect her while he got some things sorted out."
"Some things sorted out? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Dean reproached feeling a low growl form in his throat hating the lack of information he was being given. Getting into something blind was not a promising start and it was leaving Dean anxious, suspicious and downright testy.
"It sounded to me like he was worried about something finding him. I tried to tell him whatever it was, we could help, but he didn't tell me more than that. Just said he needed us to take her and keep her safe until it was finished." Sam's green eyes cast away to look out the window feeling an uneasiness grind at his nerves.
"Finished with what exactly?" Dean asked sharply.
Sam sighed out a breath of hot air through his nose as he attempted to remain composed.
"If I knew, Dean, I would tell you." Sam expressed evenly trying unsuccessfully to keep the annoyance out of his voice.
Dean shook his head in disbelief letting out a humorless scoff.
"I can't believe you agreed to this." Dean admonished deeply not liking the idea of having to look out for some kid especially when their dad was still MIA. They did not have time to get involved in whatever crap this was. God knows, they had their own crap to deal with.
"What was I supposed to do, Dean? Tell him 'no' after all he did for us and dad." Sam rebutted his voice rising in frustration.
Dean huffed out a plume of hot air knowing very well that his brother was right. Caleb had pulled their asses out of the fire more times than they could count. And not only was Caleb a good man, but he was a good and loyal friend who needed their help and Dean, ultimately, knew he couldn't deny him that. He just wished his dad would answer his damn phone, so he could shed some light on everything and give them some answers he was desperately craving. Being kept in the dark on not only his dad's whereabouts, but now this kid was grinding on his already edgy nerves making him frustrated and downright stressed.
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Elena sat on the edge of the old park bench gripping onto the wooden seat as she bounced her knee up and down trying to get out some nervous energy. The young girl scanned the crowd of bustling kids playing on the wooden playground only a few yards in front of her. Elena would usually be obliged to perhaps swing on swing or at least walk around, but the unnerving feeling of fearful paranoia kept her seated as she waited impatiently for the two strangers her uncle sent to pick her up. Her uncle's tense words of caution rang firmly in her ears as she vigilantly took in her surroundings, being hyper aware of everything that was occurring around her.
Plans had changed upsettingly quickly when her uncle was confronted directly by a nasty demon only a few days ago demanding for her family's old Colt gun, a very valuable supernatural family heirloom from her father's side of the family. She had never even seen the gun before, but she knew very well it existed. And after narrowly ridding themselves of the demon, ever since, her usually calm stoic uncle has been uncharacteristically paranoid and frantic. The gruff Hunter became frightfully over protective of his little niece in ways that Elena had never quite seen before. It honestly scared the young girl into her own state of panic and unease. It was highly unusual for her uncle to lose his composure, and although he tried to hide his rising fear and attempt to remain calm and collected, the observant girl saw right through it and knew instantly this was far more serious than anything they had encountered before and what was worse was it involved her directly. She never suspected to be the prime target of anything especially demonic psychopaths from hell, but the fact remained that she was and danger was knocking on her door painfully close.
Being a Hunter's child her whole life, Elena knew the importance of caution, however, the events of the last four days left the thirteen-year-old suspicious, jumpy, and downright fearful of just about anything she unsure of. She knew nothing of these strange Hunters who were coming to collect her, in fact, she knew nothing in detail of what the hell was going on.
Elena licked her chapped lips before adjusting her navy blue ballcap back bit on her forehead ensuring that her vision would not be impaired as she continued to observe and wait, which was proving aggravatingly difficult as she fidgeted and shifted on the edge of the bench in nervous discomfort.
Dean pulled the Impala into the packed gravel parking lot swerving into the only vacant spot available. The two Hunters emerged from the classic chevy scanning the playground area that was bustling with playful children. Sam's eyebrows crinkled into a frown as there were dozens of kids running around.
"How the hell are we supposed to know which kid is Caleb's niece?" Dean clipped in an annoyed tone as he turned to look at his brother over the top of the Impala's roof feeling frustration and unease press against his heavy chest.
"I don't know. Caleb just said to meet her at Riverside Park around four." Sam reiterated glancing at his watch around his wrist.
"It's four ten now. She should be on the lookout for us so…" Sam started, but trailed off once his keen green eyes spotted a little girl sitting on a bench with a black duffle bag and backpack beside her.
It wasn't long till Dean's eyes caught sight of the little girl as well. It was painfully obvious to both the experienced Hunters that she was undoubtedly the kid they were looking for.
"Well, that's a Hunter's kid if I ever saw one." Dean declared somewhat grimly as he watched the young girl place her palms on either side of her small slim frame leaning forward in a tense posture.
Dean watched the girl's fidgety and tense movements as she continued to observe her surrounds in the opposite direction. Dean let out a sharp sigh before looking over at Sam who had his eyes glued to the young girl's small seated frame.
"What is she? Like ten?" Dean asked feeling a spark of annoyance ignite in his chest as it was clear the kid was nervous even at a distance of a few yards which did not sit well with Dean.
Sam released a plume of air through his nostrils pressing his lips together tightly feeling a bitter sadness pitch at his heart. The kid did look very young to him to him as well. Too young to be involved in Hunting in any way, but he knew very well it was a reality as he and Dean was a product of it.
"One way to find out." Sam said as he shut the passenger door and set his feet in motion towards the kid making sure he walked in her sight of vision as to not startle the anxious girl. Dean followed suit shaking his head as he trudged behind his brother still feeling an edge of frustration at the unfortunate situation.
Elena saw the two men out of the corner of her eye, approaching her purposefully. The young girl snapped her attention toward them sending a rush of untamable anxiety shooting through her veins. Elena's body grew stiff as she latched tightly to the edge of the bench seat, her brown eyes growing wide as they approached. Despite, expecting two Hunters coming to pick her up, Elena could not help, but fear the dreadful possibility of them being a threat and not what they seemed. She did not know them and the past week has taught the fearful girl to be overly cautious. Demons were deceivers and lairs and could possess any physical body they wished to. Who's to say they were not demons?
It's always better to be cautious then dead.
Sam slowed his pace at seeing the young girl's unease and distress, approaching her more cautiously as she looked like she was about to bolt off the edge of the bench without a second thought. Sam put his hands up carefully in a silent gesture that he was not going to harm her and that everything was alright.
Sam settled his boots a few feet away from the bench giving the young girl some much-needed space. Dean slowly came up beside his brother, a firm grim expression upon his features as he regarded the fearful girl suspiciously, not at all liking her obvious distress. It was normal for Hunter's kids to be cautious and wary of strangers, it was expected and encouraged, but her face looked downright terror stricken for someone who knew they were coming. There were a lot of unanswered questions buzzing in the man's head sending an uneasy feeling in the pit of his gut.
"It's okay Elena, we're not going to hurt you. I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean." Sam expressed carefully in an easy friendly tone as he gestured to his older brother.
"Your uncle sent us." Sam explained softly nodding his head a bit.
Elena slowly and carefully lifted herself off the seat taking two wary steps away from the strangers eyeing them cautiously, suspicion glistening in her brown earthy eyes.
Sam watched the girl carefully keeping his expression soft despite his rising fear of her bolting from them. Sam's acute eyes ran over the girl's small petite frame. Her long straight dark brown locks falling just past her shoulders framing her youthful face as she peered up at them from under her navy ballcap, revealing her lightly freckled face and pretty delicate features. She seemed exceedingly small compared to the two imposing frames of the tall Hunters towering over her barely five-foot physic.
She wore a set of baggy overalls that were rolled up at the ankles, revealing her brown sturdy boots underneath. The dark washed overalls were clearly too big for the girl's small petite figure, but Sam judged that they were practical, and Caleb, like his father, was a practical man. Underneath she wore a faded dull white t-shirt that had certainly seen its share of washing. Over everything she wore a thin oversized navy-blue zip up to protect her from the chilly October weather that was fast approaching. She was very much a Hunter's kid in Sam's eyes and it reminded him of his own childhood memories of hand-me-downs and doing without. It made him sad in a way as he knew it was no easy life and he could not help but feel for the young kid.
Despite the tall man's friendly tone and her knowledge that her uncle sent two Hunters to pick her up, Elena still found herself simply untrusting. She had been sitting on the bench for over an hour giving her lots of time to work herself up into an unreasonable frenzy making her fear the worst. Her mind was whirling with fearful possibilities to the point of irrational, but the poor girl, just could not help herself. She had seen too much the past week, to be anywhere close to trusting.
Dean's brows frowned in concern and confusion as he eyed the young girl carefully himself.
"You knew we we're coming right?" Dean asked deeply wanting to make sure she got the memo.
Elena barely nodded in acknowledgment.
Then, without thinking, Elena muttered out the simple Latin word "Christo".
Shock and confusion washed over the Hunters expressions as they turned to look at each other.
Dean blinked a few times before raising his eye brows high on his forehead at the young girl. "You think we're demons?" Dean asked in disbelief as he was completely taken back by the girl's defensive word.
Elena found her feet retreating backwards fear gripping onto her bones as a paleness washed over her face. Sam put his hand up in an attempt to calm the child down as his lips parted to reassure the girl, but the man didn't get a chance.
Elena felt the back of her calf bump into the side of the bench and that was all it took for the little girl to whirl her body around and sprint away from the two men like hell itself was on her tail. The young scared girl didn't know where she was going, all she knew was she was running for her life. Irrational fear consumed the girl as she picked up her legs high and raced towards the tree line of a wooded area only a few yards from the bench. Her brown locks swooshed behind as her large navy zip up slide off the side of her left shoulder letting her legs burn in protest from the abrupt excursion.
"Elena!" Sam bellowed as he instantly took off after her.
"Terrific." Dean grumbled in frustration as he looked around apprehensively at the prying eyes of the public playground before sighing heavily and sprinting after the terrified girl.
Elena did not know if these men were demons, but there is no way in hell she was going to stick around to find out. She could hear their heavy boots pounding into the ground after her, gaining on her with their superior speed and long strides. Once she made it into the woods, she only rounded a few trees when she felt a large hand enclose around her bicep yanking her to an immediate halt. Without thinking, Elena reached into her overall pocket and pulled out her sliver switch blade. She skillfully flicked it open with a quick jerk of her wrist.
Sam's ears honed in on the sharp offensive click, his green eyes widening with awareness. The Hunter immediately jerked her away at arm's length just as she slashed the blade towards him.
"Woah jeez." Sam hissed through clenched teeth seeming both shocked and annoyed as he angled his body to the side. If he hadn't jerked her away and forced the young girl off balance, the sharp blade would have surely nicked him. If Sam wasn't sure they had the right kid before, he sure as hell was now. This was definitely Caleb's niece.
In an instant, Sam snatched her wrist firmly forcing the young girl's arm to stiffen in resistance. Sam swiftly raised her arm high in the air until she was practically on the toes of her boots. He moved his hold upwards gripping onto her constricting fist before turning the blade downwards twisting her wrist uncomfortably forcing her to release her grip on the knife handle. Sam snatched the sharp open blade from her lose fingers releasing his hold her wrist while purposefully tightening his grip around her bicep.
Elena's fear driven adrenaline was pumping through her veins feeling the blood pound loudly in her ears as she was now unarmed. Elena twisted her arm in an attempt to free herself, but the strong Hunter held tight. Knowing to go on the offensive now, she pulled back her leg and slammed her mudded boot into the man's shin mercilessly.
Sam grunted in pain, lifting his leg up slightly forcing the tall man off balance loosening his tight grip on her arm just enough for Elena to jerk herself free.
She might have gotten two stepped before she felt herself yanked backwards by the hood of her jacket. Elena gasped out a grunt as she felt the jagged teeth of the zipper of her navy zip-up pulled sharply against throat. Thinking on her feet, Elena quickly unzipped her jacket and slipped out of it easily and began to dart in the opposite direction.
"Son of a bitch." Dean cursed in an angry growl, his teeth gritting as he chucked her jacket to the ground in frustration.
Elena only got a few more steps until she was caught yet again. Two large muscular arms wrapped around her waist ripping her off her feet. Elena struggled in his arms wildly kicking and flailing frantically.
"Let me go!" Elena shrieked in panic, making Dean scrunched up his face into a grimace both at the sheer volume of the kid's high-pitched vocals and the apprehension of others not minding their business.
"Hey!" Dean's voice boomed sharply trying to snapped the kid out of her panic.
"Calm down, kid. We're not gonna…" But before Dean could finish, a sharp concentrated pain knocked the wind out of him as Elena rammed her elbowed hard into the side of his rib cage. Elena ensured that her blow was forceful and sharp putting as much power behind her forceful jap as she could. As a result, Dean grunted as his lungs constricted at the sudden and sharp pain forcing him to release her onto her feet. However, the experienced and tenacious man recovered remarkably quickly.
"Alright, that's it." Dean declared forcefully through gritted teeth. He had enough of this shit show.
Before Elena knew it, she found her hands being swiftly and roughly pinned behind the middle of her back locking her arms over top of one another in a painfully secure way.
Dean's fingers interlocked around both of her small wrists tightly as he pulled upwards forcing the child onto her toes.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow." Elena complained desperately as a painful sensation shot up her arms from the uncomfortable strain the Hunter was forcing on her body.
Dean immediately stopped pulling upwards on her wrist taking off the pressure instantly, but did not dare release his tight hold around her wrist. Not at all trusting the wild hellion not to attack them again.
Elena felt her chest rise and fall in short labored breaths as the excursion and adrenaline began to level out. Elena turned her head to the side sensing the tall Hunters movements as he walked over to her jacket where her tin flask had fallen out of her pocket.
Sam snatched it off the ground and held it up at the girl's eye level.
"Holy water. Right?" He declared sternly sounding out of breath as he gave her a pointed glare.
Not waiting for a response, he twisted off the lid then pulled up his flannel sleeve revealing his forearm. He proceeded to pour the blessed water over his skin. Elena's brown round eyes honed in on his bare skin watching intently as nothing occurred. His skin did not burn or smoke in protest. It simply got wet like any human being would. Sam's eyes flicked up to meet her's, giving her a firm look before handing the flaks to Dean who brought the silver flask up to his lips taking a swing. Elena craned her neck as she watched the Hunter gulp down the Holy Water, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly as he down the entirety of sacred water. The man then turned the flask upside down giving it a brisk shake showing not even a drop was spared displaying to the young girl the excessive evidence of her unnecessary fear. With annoyance biting at his nerves, Dean slipped the empty flask in his back jean pocket.
Sam put his arms out to his sides for emphasis in a telling gesture. "See, not demons." He declared firmly with an edge of frustration in his tone.
Now that Elena had solid proof, she was beginning to feel a wave of relief wash over her as she let her tense shoulders slacken. The young girl felt heat flush to her cheeks beginning to feel a pinch of embarrassment for her extreme and, now, seeming unnecessary and erratic behavior.
"Oh." Elena muttered lamely.
"Oh." Dean repeated behind her mockingly not hiding his annoyance at the young girl in the slightest. He was clearly not impressed with her antics and not at all appreciating being elbowed in the ribs feeling a concentrated bruise forming around the area where her small bony elbow jammed into him.
Sam's eyes looked around cautiously, they were only a few feet into the wooded area and he was certain pedestrians and parents would find their behavior towards the young girl undoubtedly suspicious, as they painted the perfect picture of a kidnapping.
"We need to get back to the Impala." Sam expressed in a calm urgency as he snatched Elena's jacket off the dirt.
Feeling the pressing need, Dean turned his attention to the top of the girl's ballcap.
"Are we going to do this the easy way or hard way, kid?" Dean asked sternly, not taking any chances with the unhinged and jumpy girl.
Elena wasn't ignorant, she knew they had to get away from the prying eyes of the public. The worst things came from citizens poking their noses into Hunters business.
"Easy." Elena mumbled defeated as she hung her head slightly.
"Alright, but you try and run or elbow me again. I'll pin your arms back behind you." Dean threatened firmly before releasing her wrists. He had a mind to pop her backside for all the unnecessary trouble she caused, but suppressed the urge for the simple reason he knew the kid was unquestionably scared.
Dean grabbed a hold of her bicep firmly and began to march her out of the woods towards the Impala. Apparently, he did not trust her to walk by herself, which Elena knew she couldn't blame him, after all, she did run and put up quite the fight. The young teenager suppressed her desire to shake out of the man's tight grip as he marched her along in long eager strides which Elena had to shuffle every now and then just to keep from tripping.
Sam was not far behind them as he veered off their direct path just long enough to grab her duffle bag and backpack that still sat undisturbed on the bench. Sam's eyes darted around discreetly watching people eyeing them critically as he forced his strides and posture into a casual manner.
Once they made it to the Impala, Sam put Elena's bags in the trunk while Dean opened the back door just behind the driver's side.
"Get in." Dean ordered curtly jutting his chin towards the door.
Elena quickly complied scooting against the black leather bench seat. Once her bottom connected with the seat, Dean flung her door shut before sliding into the driver's seat revving the old chevy to life. Sam was not far behind and as soon as the Sam's door flung shut, Dean immediately pulled out of the gavel parking lot and sped onto the paved road.
Once the park was far out of sight, Elena allowed herself to breath a small sigh of relief. Her heart was still pumping vigorously from her initial fear and adrenaline. While there was no rational proof that they were demons, Elena's fearful mind put her into a state of survival. She had always been wary of strangers, but the past few days had made the poor girl exceedingly paranoid fearing the worst out of everything and everyone. Despite knowing her uncle would only entrust her to Hunters he respected and trusted, she was still very wary of the two grown men who sat in front of her. She did not know anything about them other than her uncle's insistence that they were good Hunters. But from Elena's experience 'good Hunters' were often rough and shady characters.
"Alright, I want to know why the hell you thought Sam and I were demons and decided to go all Karate Kid on our asses." Dean's stern voice cut through the silence sharply as he glared at the young girl through the rearview mirror.
Elena looked down at her lap finding her lips curling up slightly at the Hunter's choice of words and the simple fact that she held her own against two grown Hunters. There was something exceedingly gratifying in that to the young girl. A slight smugness crossed over her features which spark a fire of irritation in Dean's chest.
"You think this is funny, kid?" Dean snapped harshly at the girl's audacity to look pleased. His deep sharp voice made Elena's body stiffen and her chest tighten. She snapped her head up to meet the Hunter's stern green eyes which effectively wiped the smirk off her face as she pressed her lips together nervously. It was clear he did not find it at all amusing.
Dean was now greatly regretting going easy on the kid from the start. It would have saved them from a lot of unnecessary trouble making an unwanted scene for onlookers, not to mention sparing them from one nasty bruise.
"No, sir." Elena muttered out passively before looking back down at her lap feeling a pinch of guilt for attacking them. She did not hold back and knew they undoubtedly smarted from her frantic blows.
"Good." Dean declared sharply. "Cause I sure as hell don't find it funny."
Sam turned his torso around to look at Elena directly. "You knew we were coming to pick you up. We didn't flinch when you said 'Christo', our eyes didn't blacken. Why did you run? We would have proven it to you. All you had to do was ask." Sam's voice was calm and held a softness of understanding in his tone making him seem much more appealing to talk to then the gruff and unquestionably grumpy Hunter in the driver's seat.
Elena sighed out a plume of air before looking up at the tall Hunter.
"Look, if you were demons, I would be dead. I didn't exactly want to stick around to find out." Elena explained in a moody and short tone; a hint of teenage sassy arrogance that grinded on Dean's rising aggravation. It almost seemed like explaining to them her reasoning was a waste of her breath and an added annoyance. It was clear she did not wish to be with them, let alone talk to them which was not a promising sign.
"I-I just got scared, I guess." Elena said shrugging her shoulders dismissing and down playing her frantic actions like it wasn't as big a deal as she attempted to mask her fear and unease immediately putting up walls of defense against these men. However, she wasn't fooling the experienced and astute Hunters.
"You guess?" Dean repeated in clear disbelief that this was nothing to shrug off. "As soon as 'Christo' came out of your mouth, you sprinted from us. You were terrified. If you got demons on your ass, kid, we need to know about it, now." Dean's voice was stern and urgent, his tone edged with aggravation. It was clear he wanted answers. Answers, unfortunately, young Elena was not obliged or allowed to give.
Elena swallowed feeling her heart pump faster in her chest as she attempted to keep a neutral expression and keep her hands from fidgeting in her lap trying not to give any indication that she was keeping things from them.
"Elena, we need you to tell us what's going on. Is your uncle hunting demons?" Sam pushed trying to remain calm, but there was a clear insistence and seriousness to his tone as well.
Elena was hesitant on what to reveal. She had only met these men fifteen minutes ago, and not in the best way as first impressions were concerned, and she was cautious to trust them with what she knew. Honestly, if it was up to her, she would be with her uncle and not dumped with some strangers she knew nothing about. Elena was tempted to tell the men it was none of their business and to drop her off at the next bus station, but knew that would end poorly. And judging from the Hunters urgency and insistence she was going to have to give them some information despite it being none of their concern.
Elena sighed pressing her lips together in reluctance as she regarded the man with cynicism behind her dark brown eyes.
"We need answers, Elena. Your uncle trusted us to take you in and protect you. We can't do that very well if we don't know what's going on." Sam's voice was kind, but it held concern and insistence that was beginning to get firmer and more forceful as he talked.
Elena took a deep breath remembering her uncle's orders and what she could disclose to these men. There was a beat of uncomfortable silence before Elena lifted her head and spoke.
"A demon." Elena finally expressed in a forced even tone. "It's after some weapon it thinks my uncle has." Elena expressed far too casually for the circumstance as she attempted to hide the fact that she was utterly terrified. She felt her chest tighten and her body become jittery with anxiety at the very mention of the foul thing and unnerving situation she found herself in.
"A weapon? What weapon?" Dean pushed sounding confused.
"I don't know." Elena declared as evenly and as calmly as she could manage.
That was a complete lie. She did know it was her family's Colt that the demon was after, but she could not tell them that. It was an order given directly by her uncle and her survival depended on the secrecy of her being connected with it. Not that she wished to tell them anyways. It was none of their concern and it was best if they were left ignorant of her connections.
"What would a demon want with Hunters' weapons?" Dean asked his brows pressed firmly together. "Not like there are any weapons that can kill a demon. Right Sam?" Dean asked turning to look over at his brother for conformation.
Wrong.
Elena swallowed nervously averting her eyes to the window away from Sam which didn't escape the observant Hunter's notice. Sam's eyebrows creased in a firm frown as he studied the young girl's petite side profile, her straight brown hair lining down the edge of her eye and down her cheek. Her youthful face appearing aloof and uncomfortable.
"None that I've heard of." Sam confirmed never taking his eyes off the girl who dipped her head back down to her lap picking at the skin around her fingernails giving Sam a nice view of the top of her navy ballcap.
"Only exercise it and send it back to hell." He added finding himself suspicious regardless of the certainty of his knowledge.
"Does Caleb actually have this weapon?" Sam asked tilting his head down trying to catch her eye under her ballcap, but Elena continued to keep her eyes on her hands in her lap. Sam didn't know if she was lying or if she was just scared or it was simply childlike shyness and distrust. For whatever reason, it was painfully obvious the young girl was uncomfortable talking about it which he really couldn't blame her as demons were not pleasant conversation for grown adults, let alone a girl as young as Elena. But it still left him with an unsettling feeling in the pit of his gut alerting him that something was off.
"No." Elena responded truthfully looking up into Sam's eyes for a brief moment. Her uncle certainly did not have the Colt. As far as Caleb was concerned, that old family's cursed relic was to be as far away from his little niece as possible.
"So why does this demon think he does?" Sam questioned evenly and calmly.
"My uncle has a lot of weapons." Elena's explanation got the men both nodding their heads in agreement finding her statement reasonable which gave the young girl some relief. Her uncle was an arms dealer for Hunters and had a mass amount of weapons at his disposal, all designed specifically to fight against the supernatural. However, neither Sam nor Dean could think of one weapon that a demon would be after. Apart from holy water, salt, silver and exorcisms, there was no specific weapon that would be significant enough for a demon to fear and deliberately seek out as far as they knew. It was a puzzlement that left them suspicious and unsatisfied.
"He is an arms dealer." Sam stated in agreement turning his head to look over at his brother, but his tone suggested that he was still greatly unsatisfied.
"Yeah, but it still doesn't explain what 'magical' weapon this demon is looking for. If such a thing even exists." Dean added skeptically finding it hard to believe that there even was such a weapon. There was lots of myths, lore, legends that were inaccurate within the Supernatural world and he was finding this little story of a demon killing weapon to be just one of many false claims.
"Elena, did Caleb have any idea what exactly this weapon could be? Is it a spell? Or an actual physical weapon of some kind?" Sam asked imploring the girl for more information.
Elena was silent for a beat as she adjusted in her seat in a fidgety manner gripping onto the edge of the bench seat looking at the back of the front seat ahead of her.
"I don't know. He didn't tell me much. Just that he didn't have the weapon that the demon was looking for. My uncle told the demon it didn't exist and that it was just chasing a myth, but it didn't believe him." Elena was trying to give as much information to the two Hunters as she could without betraying her uncle's orders. Elena remembered to keep everything truthful except for the information she had to lie about so she wouldn't slip up and give anything way she was not supposed.
Elena knew very well the weapon the demon was searching for was Samael Colt's gun. It was a highly sophisticated old weapon designed to kill anything supernatural, including demons, and it most definitely existed. However, her uncle most certainly did not have it as he did not want Elena anywhere near her father's old supernatural family heirloom. He claimed it as a dangerous curse for the young girl and gave it to a very trustworthy friend to keep it hidden, away from Elena and away from the Winchesters.
Sam studied the girl waiting patiently for her to continue. Sam found it very hard to believe that Elena had no idea what this demon asked for. However, it definitely was possible that Caleb kept her in the dark about it and she was not privy to the specific details. She was, after all, just a kid. And just like his dad, Caleb was known to hide information to protect his loved ones. Hell, his dad, still did that to him and Dean despite their adult status. Yet, there was something in the girl's demeanor that suggested she was hiding something. His gut instincts left him with an uneasy feeling despite the girl's smooth deliverance of the information. She was a Hunter's kid he kept reminding himself putting him on high alert.
"Where is the demon now?" Sam asked directly.
"Gone." Elena answered simply.
"Gone?" Dean repeated doubtfully. "It just up and left?"
"Uncle Caleb tried to exercise it, but it smoked out before he could finish. It said it would be back with more and that-that it would…strip the flesh off…his bones." Elena admitted feeling a fearful shutter run up her spin causing her muscles to tense in terror. Elena conveniently left out the crucial fact that the demon specifically threatened her as well, not just her uncle. Leaving out that bit of information, was her attempt to downplay the danger she was in and take the attention off of how much she was involved to these men.
"That won't happen, Elena. Caleb is a very skilled Hunter." Sam assured firmly seeing the girl's obvious fear and destress despite her desire to hide it.
"No demon will be able to get to him that easily. He will make sure of it. But we need to help him, kiddo. This is clearly not a one-man job. We need you to tell us where he is." Sam expressed adamantly as it was clear Caleb was in some significant trouble if there were multiple demons after him. One was bad enough, but with the threat of more on his tail was more than any Hunter could handle on his own, even one as skilled and knowledgeable as Caleb.
"I don't know where he is. He never told me." Ellie expressed urgently with dismay giving the Hunter a look of disappointed distress. That was not a lie. Her uncle wanted her far away from him and did not tell her where he was going to be hiding out as he knew the demons were tracking him. He did not want her to know his location no matter how much she begged for it.
"Are you lying to us, kid?" Dean demanded sternly knowing very well that Caleb might have asked her to lie which was a big and annoying possibility.
"No." Elena gritted in offense, her voice sharp and forceful, feeling her brows frown deep in disgruntlement.
Catching his stern glare at her through the rearview mirror, Elena visibly swallowed feeling her testy temper mellow.
"No, sir." She tried again with a bit more respect, but her voice was still firm and adamant.
"Great." Dean growled sarcastically obviously believing her. "If Caleb doesn't want to be found, we ain't gonna find him." Elena felt her heart lurch fearfully in her chest at his statement. It was true, her uncle would make it almost impossible to find him and Elena knew it was going to be difficult, even for her, to know where he was. However, she planned to do everything in her power to find him and be by his side where she belonged. These Hunters were not her family and, as far as Elena was concerned, they did not have any business trying to protect her or stick their nose where it didn't belong. She did not care what her uncle said, she was adamant she needed to be with him so they could fight this together. Elena even went as far as suggesting to get the Colt and use her precious blood to unlock the blood seal on the gun so they could use it in opposition, but that was swiftly and forcefully cut down by her uncle as outrageous.
"Absolutely not, young lady, out of the question. When I said you are never to go anywhere near that gun, I damn well meant it. You listen to me very carefully Elena. You will never use the Colt nor will you ever utter a spell from that satanic witchcraft. We don't play around with evil; we kill it. You are my niece and I will not have you be used as some tool or weapon, in any fight we come up against. You understand me, young lady?"
The blood binding spell that hinger the gun useless without the Colt's bloodline was seen by her uncle as plainly devilish as it was pure and simply witchcraft and he forbit her from using any such evil ever. Elena, even though she understood her uncle's reasoning and knew the risks associated with the sins of witchcraft, she secretly, and perhaps a little naively, felt casting spells was not all together evil as her uncle suggested. As long as she did it for good, of course. Elena knew there was a fine line to walk with that, but the fact that there was a line was good enough for the young girl. And what pushed the girl even further into her thinking was that her mother was able to use the craft and do a lot of good with it through Hunting saving lives and destroying evil. However, Elena wisely and somewhat frustratingly kept that opinion to herself as her uncle nearly blew a fuse at the sheer mention of it.
Suddenly, red and blue lights flashed across the back window of the Impala followed by a distinguishable siren as a police car moved up behind them.
Elena twisted sharply in her seat looking through the back window her eyes wide with fearful realization.
Oh no. Elena thought dreadfully knowing very well she likely was the cause for making a scene at the park. All she needed was to be taken into custody by clueless law enforcement. She was certain she would never be able to find her uncle then.
"Ah shit." Dean hissed crossly. "They probably think we kidnapped her. Some freaking soccer mom must have called the damn cops on us." Dean shot Elena an accusingly glower clearly not appreciating her making their shitty day even more complicated.
Elena bit her lip contritely.
Sam turned to the young girl quickly. "If they ask, and they will. You're my daughter, Dean's your uncle. It's my weekend with you and we are on a road trip to visit your grandpa. At the park you threw a tantrum and ran from us. Got it?" Sam expressed, his voice urgent and firm suggesting that this was serious and not the time to make mistakes.
Elena's brows crinkled in offense. A tantrum? Really? She wasn't a toddler. Elena had a mind to protest, but she knew there was no time to portray herself any different and argue on a different scenario. Besides she could not think of any other reason that would make her run, that didn't spark major red flags for the police.
"Yes, sir. Got it." Elena exclaimed nodding with understanding.
"Just keep everything true, expect what you need to lie about. You'll do fine." Sam encouraged with a tight smile of reassurance hoping against all odds that they would somehow get out of this and not have to resort to desperation tactics.
Elena turned to look out the back window of the Impala once again before putting her game face on.
Time to lie to the police.
TBC
Lots of setup in this chapter. I hope you enjoyed it so far and it is not too confusing. Like I said before I wrote this awhile ago and just wanted to share.
Thank you for reading! More to come.
I plan on updating regularly as I'm just down to editing this old story.
