Dean

My Dad decided he wanted a room for himself so I was in the room with Sam until the girl got back. Apparently she wasn't coming back. She had texted saying she would stay with a friend tonight. Her reaction to me touching her shoulder wasn't normal. She turned around so fast. I wasn't expecting to have a gun pointed in my face. It wasn't the gun that worried me. It was how she had reacted to me touching her shoulder. She was terrified of something. For someone of Sammy's age she sure packed a punch. Someone so little knew how to take out an adult. Rufus must've trained her well. Sam didn't say anything as usual. He hated this life. He wanted out. I can't understand why. All we are trying to do is find the thing that killed Mom. It's like he doesn't care. I rolled over, placing my hand under my pillow grabbing my dagger as I fell asleep.

Alyra

When I came to, I was in a bed. I wasn't alone though. I felt a body against mine and arms wrapped around me. I looked up to find Emanuel. I slowly slipped out from his hold and made my way to the kitchen. I found Rosa sitting there with the witch who answered the door. The witch I didn't know tensed.

"Easy. I'm not going to kill you. I'm a hunter, but I'm not that kind of hunter. I don't kill first and ask later." I pulled a chair out and sat down.

I glanced up at Rosa, she was scared. She was like the Mom I never had. I knew something was happening.

"Okay. Something is going on. What is it?" I asked.

The other witch glared at Rosa. I reached my hand out and placed it on the witch's hand who I didn't know. She met my gaze.

"I would never do anything to hurt you. Not all witches are bad. I know that. I need to know what's happening. There is a trio of other hunters here. I tell 'em to leave they will leave. What's going on?" I kept my tone gentle.

I glanced at Rosa then back at the witch in front of me.

"I need to know. I can get them out of town faster if I know. Is it witches, or is it something else?" I looked at the blue eyed witch in front of me.

She took a deep breath and relaxed. As did Rosa.

"I'm Violet. It's not a witch causing these deaths. We looked into it. It's a demon, who is collecting favors. This demon hates witches. I'm lucky to be alive." She was scared.

"Okay. Here's what we're going to do. Rosa," I pulled out my wallet and wrote a check, "I'll pay for next month's rent. Write a letter. Really quickly. I'll give you enough money to survive the next month. Just get out while you can. I'll escort you out of town. I'll take care of the demons and I'll stay until you get back home, okay?" Rosa came to me and hugged me.

"Thank you, Alyra. Thank you." She was trembling.

Violet finally smiled. I hugged Rosa back and I heard Emanuel's door open. I turned and he was smiling at me.

"Anytime, m-Rosa." Emanuel smiled at me.

He knew I considered Rosa as a mother figure in my life. I hadn't seen my Mom in three years. Rosa became family, so did Emanuel. I felt tears and bit my lip. Now wasn't the time. Rosa pulled away and took the check. She rushed from the room to go write and send the letter off. My phone started ringing. I grabbed it.

"Hello?" I was worried.

"Hey girl. Where the hell are you? I'm tired of waiting." It was John.

I shivered.

"Stay at the damn motel. I've almost got all my intel. I'll be there shortly. Stay put, if you don't I won't hesitate to finish what I started last night." I hung up and leaned over the table.

I took a deep breath. Emanuel came over and placed a hand on my back.

"Hey it's okay. You're safe. She can't hurt you anymore." I relaxed again.

"Thank you Emanuel." I hugged him.

A part of me liked Emanuel. However I couldn't get him caught up in all of this. He had plans. Rosa came back out and I pulled away.

"Emanuel go pack a bag. Vaminos!" He went back to his room.

Rosa came over with a key.

"I trust you mi amor. Just stay safe, okay?" I nodded my head.

I slipped my hand into my pocket and pulled out a huge wad of cash. I set it in Rosa's hands.

"That should keep you all set for a month. If you need anything, just call me." I gave her a card with my number.

I saw the love in her eyes.

"I'm ready to go Momma." It was Emanuel.

His voice was right next to my ear. I kept my face relaxed. God, now was not the time to be feeling horny.

"As am I." Violet stated.

I looked at Rosa. She was rushing around putting things in a bag.

"Alyra?" Emanuel was right next to my ear.

I turned to him. I looked up at him. He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"You be safe. You hear me, Cariño?" I felt my face flush.

(A/N- Mi amor- my love, familia- family. Cariño means darling in Spanish. I will always translate if I ever use another language. So you don't have to stop and search it up! Anyway back to the story! Happy reading!)

I nodded my head. He smiled and kissed my forehead.

"Come back to me, Cariño, please." I closed my eyes.

I always felt safe with Emanuel. My stomach fluttered with butterflies. I pushed them down because in the end we would never become anything. He would constantly be in danger. I couldn't live with myself if Emmanuel died. He was all Rosa had.

"I will." I whispered.

Emanuel looked down at me. He hadn't heard what I said. I shook my head as Rosa came out.

"I'm ready. Let's go." I guided them out of the house.

They climbed in their car and I got on my bike. I put my helmet on and followed them out of town. They stopped and I said my goodbyes.

"Be safe all of you." I said.

"Alyra?" I backed up in front of Emanuel's window and took my helmet off.

"Yeah?" I asked.

He leaned out the window and kissed me. I felt those damn butterflies again. I kissed back. I pulled away and smiled at him.

"Keep your mom safe. Stay safe, you're the only familia I have left." I smiled and they drove away.

I put my helmet on and went back to the motel. As I climbed off my bike, I saw Dean coming towards me. He stopped a foot away from me and just stared at me.

"Yes?" I asked, meeting his green eyes with my blue ones.

"How old are you?" He asked.

"17." I didn't know where this was going.

"How long?" He asked.

"I'm sorry. I'm not a mind reader. How long for what?" He wasn't being cocky.

I relaxed a little. That was a mistake.

"How long did they beat you?" I froze.

"I don't see how that's any of your business. You have no right asking me that! You don't know anything!" I yelled, turning away.

I was pulled into his arms. He smelt like leather and whiskey. My body was shaking.

"I'm sorry. No one should ever have to go through that." I felt the shaking slowly stop and just relaxed into his arms.

I took a deep breath and rested my head against his chest. Okay, so he wasn't all that bad. I pulled away and glanced back up at him. He met my gaze again. He looked guilty.

"About damn time. What did you find out?" John Winchester asked.

"Where's Sam. I'll tell everyone all at once." I headed for my room.

"No!" John said and grabbed my arm.

"Dad! Don't!" I hit John.

I ripped my arm away from him.

"I don't care who you are John. I don't care how you run the show with your sons, but with me the rules are different. You keep your damn hands off me and Sam. Dean is old enough to handle himself. You do not put down Sam at all while we are working together. You watch yourself Winchester. You may think you're doing what's best for your boys, but you're not. Sam wants nothing to do with hunting. Yet here he is afraid to speak against you. That should never, ever happen. Ever. You're his dad. He needs his dad, not a hunter bent on revenge. While we work together we do it by my rules not yours. Do I make myself clear?" I hissed.

I felt my hand start to shake, but I stopped it this time. I shoved my discomfort down into a little box. I met his hazel eyes. I saw so much anger in that gaze. He was mad at me, but I didn't care. I glanced at Dean. He was just as mad. I sighed and turned away.

"Let's get this over with. We have a demon to kill." I walked away.

"Wait! I thought it was witches we were dealing with!" I turned back to John and Dean.

"No. Not a witch. There was sulfur left behind at the crime scenes. No hex bags in sight." John narrowed his eyes at me.

"Are you sure?" I glared at him.

"Yes John. I'm sure. I know people around here. I found the information I needed quickly. This isn't witches. It's a demon. My guess? It's coming to collect the souls it's owed. New Orleans is a hot spot for the supernatural. Always has been, always will be." I went to my room with Sam.

I opened the door to find Sam putting a shirt on. He turned to me. His face turned red.

"Sorry. Do you want to join this hunt?" The blush disappeared and he nodded his head.

I poked my head out looking at John and Dean.

"I'll meet you in your room." John glared at me.

"Bring Sammy." Dean said.

I looked between the two.

"No. My hunt, my rules. Take it or leave it." John was about to explode.

Dean steered him away from me to their room. I stepped into mine and Sam's room. I shut the door and looked at Sam. He was sitting on the bed.

"Sam?" He looked up at me.

I knew that look. He was tired. Tired of hunting, tired of living in his fathers shadow. Listening to everything John thought was best. I walked over to him and hugged him. His head was against my shoulder. He didn't move his arms.

"Do you want to go on this hunt?" He nodded his head.

I took a small step back and held his face in my hands. He avoided my gaze.

"Sam. Look at me." He looked up and blue met hazel-green.

"You don't have to join this hunt. If you don't want to, tell me now okay? Don't tell me what you think your dad wants, tell me what you want. You have a choice." Sam's eyes grew lighter.

"I don't want to go. I'm so tired of hunting. I know that we hunt to try to find Mom's killer, but I just want to live my life. I don't think my Mom would've wanted this for me. I just want to go to school, graduate college. Be a normal kid for once." His eyes were brimming with tears.

He wanted the exact opposite of me. He wanted to live a life, not follow after his fathers footsteps. That was okay. I smiled at him.

"Then that's what'll happen. Once you turn 18, call me. I'll come pick you up and take you wherever you want to go." I said.

Sam's face brightened up.

"Really," I pulled a card out with my number and my email, "Really." I confirmed.

He hugged me. He started crying. I understood why this meant so much. It's the same reason I became a hunter. I wanted to. He wanted to become something else. Just as I did. I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head on his.

"Your Mom would be proud of you." He began sobbing.

I didn't pull away. He needed this. I hadn't met my father since I started hunting. After this, I was going to. Being here, seeing myself in Sam. It was time to meet my Dad. I didn't know how long it had been, but we were disturbed by a knock. Sam pulled away.

"Stay. You don't need to go on this hunt. I'll bring your family back safely. I promise." He smiled at me.

"You stay safe too, okay?" I smiled at him.

"I will." I opened the door to see Dean.

I pushed him away from the door and stepped out. I closed the door behind me.

"He's not coming." Dean glared down at me.

"He's coming." I met Dean's gaze.

"No. He's not Dean. He's emotional right now, so he's more prone to demonic possession. Let's go." Dean's glare disappeared and he followed me to his fathers room.

The next moment I felt a pain and ended up knocked out.

•••

When I came to, my head was killing me. I was tied to a chair and my vision was blurry. I was pissed. It was dark out. Hours had passed. I wiggled my left foot so it was next to the chair leg. I pushed my foot against the leg and heard the click. I had a blade in my boot. I worked alone so it seemed necessary in case I got caught. I got my legs free. I stood up and slammed my arm, chair and all against the wall. It hurt, but it broke the chair so I could be free. I lowered my wrists to the boot and began sawing at the rope. I missed and hit my wrist. I hissed and then the ropes were loose enough I wiggled out of them. I rushed out and to Sam's room. He was gone. I grabbed my duffel, helmet and keys. I threw my duffel in my storage compartment. I put my helmet on and drove off. I made it to the French Quarter. I found police and firefighters at a building in the center. It was blazing. I looked around and found the '67 Chevy Impala parked a few streets away from the fire and three people in the car. I rode their way and parked next to their car. I tapped on the window. I looked down and saw Dean rolling the window down. I stepped off my bike and removed my helmet. They all looked like crap. Sam wouldn't look at me. Dean was distant. John looked at me. He looked defeated.

"What the hell happened?" I wasn't happy.

Sam flinched in the back seat. I kept the glare, but softened my tone.

"John Winchester. What happened?" He looked at me.

"I didn't believe you. You were right though." Gone was all the anger from earlier.

"How many? How many died John?" I was still angry.

"Twenty." I took a deep breath.

"This is not on Sam or Dean. This is on you, John Winchester. You let your pride get in the way of a job. At least tell me you exorcised it." John nodded his head.

I glanced at Sam. He was gripping the card I had given him earlier. He glanced up at me. He nodded his head. I glanced down at Dean. He wasn't crying or anything else.

"Dean?" He turned to me.

I saw the turmoil in his gaze. People had died and he was blaming himself. I wasn't going to say anything else. I leaned down and hugged him. I looked at Sam.

"How long?" I mouthed.

He held up 3 fingers. I closed my eyes and pulled away from Dean. He looked guilty.

"I'm not going to add onto the guilt, but I will make one thing abundantly clear. Today is to never, ever happen again, do you understand me John Winchester," he met my eyes and nodded his head, "get out of here. Lay low for a couple weeks. Keep in touch Sam and Dean. John, lose my number." I climbed back on my bike and left for a week, then came back to keep my promise to Rosa.