The Family Business: Chapter 1: C’mere Sweetheart
Summary: My name is Addie Singer. My dad raised me in the life of a hunter. John (who became like an uncle to me) raised his two sons (one of them like my older brother and the youngest became my best friend) in the life as well. We don’t have normal lives-every day is a different battle with the supernatural. Hunters don’t get happy endings. We live hard, drink hard, fight hard and kill evil. There are others just like us, all over the country. Fighting the hard fight, trying to keep evil from winning-it seems like a losing battle on most days. This is the family business.
Pairing/Characters: Sam Winchester/Addie Singer(OFC), Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Bobby Singer
Warnings: Violence, Some light swearing
A/N: Here it is! The story that has been dominating my thoughts and my world. I want to give a sincere thank you to @argent-gale for giving me the confidence to branch out into another fandom and write this. This is dedicated to her, she is a true treasure! *hugs*
Beta: The lovely and fabulous @theerinpage (thanks for keeping my spirits up and helping me conquer my fears of posting this)
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In the early light of dawn, using the woods that surrounded the idyllic scene before them, two men approached the abandoned farmhouse. They knew that at one time the home had once been a safe place. But now, it was a house of horrors, blood now stained the ground and the soul of the house itself.
Bobby Singer looked from the house to his friend John and said, “This couldn’t of waited one more day? Right now, we could be home. I could be helping Karen get ready for the town picnic and you could be with the boys.” John glared over at his closest friend and shook his head.
“Look, all I’m saying is these vamps would still be here. Jeb said that it had been quiet.”
Bitterly, John replied, “All intel points to four vamps and at least that many prisoners. We do this quick and we can be back at your place tonight to watch fireworks.”
Bobby nodded, gripped the machete tighter, and they stepped out into the early sunrise. Quietly they made their way to the decaying house, the smell of death permeated the air. They listened at the door, hearing nothing they opened the heavy door, both men flinching as it creaked open. Listening at the door and hearing nothing, they opened it, the weight heavier than expected and they flinched as the hinges creaked. Once inside, John closed the door behind them, giving their eyes a chance to adjust to their dim surroundings.
Bobby took one step forward on the now warped hardwood floor which let out a loud groan from the movement and all hell broke loose. Figures rushed at them from all directions as John and Bobby began slashing and hacking at bodies, fighting for their lives. Blood sprayed both men as Bobby took the head from one of the vampires. He quickly wiped his face and eyes to clear his vision when he noticed that John had at least three of the bloodsuckers closing in around him. He pulled his gun and fired two times in rapid succession, knowing that it wouldn’t kill them but he was hoping to slow them down long enough to help his friend. He managed to get one more shot off when John bellowed out a roar and pushed two of the vamps off of him. He swung his long arm out and the machete sliced through the air until it met the necks of the fangers where it cut through flesh, bone and sinew like a hot knife cutting butter.
“What the hell, John!” Bobby yelled. “There’s four of the bastards now and it sounds like at least two more upstairs!” he pointed up the stairs where it sounded like something or someone was trying to tear the house apart from the second floor.
John drew in a heaving breath of air, “Damned if I know. Remind me to kick Jeb’s -”
A high pitched scream filled the air and both men rushed further into the house towards the kitchen, their eyes constantly scanning the their surroundings. Cautiously, they approached the swinging door where they could hear a woman sobbing and the rattling of chains. John was the first through the door and before Bobby could slide in behind his friend, the door was pushed shut.
Bobby could hear a woman screaming “Behind you!” He heard a grunt from John and then the next sound was of a body hitting the floor. He shoved and kicked at the door until he was able to finally get into the kitchen, his eyes falling on a tiny red-haired woman, her hands chained to opposite corners of the nook she was standing in. A flash of movement from his right and Bobby quickly turned using his machete to remove the head of the dark haired vampire that was trying to kill him.
He glanced down at John to see his friend slowly getting up from the floor. They nodded at each other and Bobby moved to help the frail woman.
“NO!” she screamed. “H-He did something to me! He cut his wrist and shoved it in my mouth. I can hear your heartbeats from here and my throat is on fire.”
Both men looked sadly at the small, battered and bloodied woman trembling in the center of the breakfast nook. “I-I know you have to kill me, but please save my baby! She’s upstairs. That prick kidnapped us from up state and brought us here. He has her locked in a cage,” she said, tears running down her blood-streaked, dirty face.
Bobby looked at the woman with pity and quietly said, “I’m sorry, she’s probably gone or worse-turned.”
“How many more vamps are here?” John spat.
“Umm, there was Dave,” she nodded at the body on the floor, “Mike, Jake, Polly, Andrew and Ed- Oh my god! He’s been trying to get Dave to let him have her. He said that children’s blood is so tasty and pure.” She grimaced as every muscle in her body contracted, her eyes squeezed shut and she began shaking all over as she pulled the chains as tight as possible, straining to break free.
John nodded at Bobby, “You got this?”
Bobby nodded once and gripped the handle of his machete so tightly his knuckles turned white. Finally, the woman opened her eyes and stared at Bobby. In horror, he watched as the blood vessels in her eyes began popping and turned the whites of her beautiful green eyes blood red.
“I don’t have much time left and these chains aren’t strong enough,” she growled. “My daughter is two, Dave was keeping her human until she turned eight. He s-said that she would listen better at that age and be a better trap for humans. Please save her, we don’t have any family.”
Bobby interrupted- “Her father?”
“No, he was an asshole, left as soon he found out I was pregnant. Always had bad taste in guys, obviously,” she chuckled grimly. “Just take care of-” her head dropped down and her body went limp.
Moving closer, Bobby could see that her chest wasn’t moving. He raised his arm to search for a pulse- jumped when her head flew up and she charged. One set of the chains snapped freeing her arm. She swiped through the air trying to grab onto him. She snarled, teeth snapping trying to get the warm meal in front of her. Bobby sadly said, “I’m sorry,” and cut the woman’s head off ending her once and for all.
He ran out of the kitchen, “There’s at least one more upstairs and a baby-human!” he shouted running past John pouring gas all over the first floor.
“It’s too late Bobby we need to go now,” John yelled.
Bobby ignored his friend and started running up the stairs. “I ain’t leavin’ a baby to die!” Halfway up the staircase, Bobby heard wood splintering, a weak female voice yelling and screaming, a male voice snarling and above all of that noise, he heard the panicked cries of a small child. His heart was racing and it felt like it was going to burst through his rib cage and out of his chest.
“John, get your ass up here, now!” Bobby ran up the stairs and headed down the short hallway to what appeared to be a large bedroom, his eyes sweeping the room, his gaze landing on a skinny, stringy haired man holding a woman,all of his attention latched onto the woman’s neck as he drained her.
Hearing a sniffle and a hiccuping sob coming from behind the vamp, Bobby’s grateful eyes landed on the girl. She was small, her face dirty and bloodspattered, the rest of her looked like she had been bathed in blood, some of it was dry, but the majority of the liquid ran down her body and dripped onto the floor. She had auburn ringlets that corkscrewed all over the place. Keeping one eye on the vamp, Bobby raised his hand and wiggled his fingers at the child.
He moved closer and whispered “Hi! Let’s play a game okay?” with a tiny hiccup the little girl nodded. “Okay put your hands over your eyes and don’t move them till I say, okay?” She nodded shyly and Bobby watched as she covered her eyes with chubby little hands.
John hit the entryway as the vamp dropped the woman and turned to run at him, but Bobby was quicker. He flicked his wrist and the machete cleanly took his head off.
“You didn’t need me, Bobby. You got this covered,” said John.
“Yes I do, you damn idjit! Take this,” he grumbled holding the bloody machete out.
“Why?” John snapped, looking around Bobby’s shoulder when he heard a rattling noise.
“So we don’t scare her, you ass!”
“Holy shit! She’s still alive?” John said in amazement.
“You keep those eyes covered, no peeking princess,” Bobby said softly as he picked the lock on the cage. Once he had the lock off and the door opened, he reached into the cage and noticed that she was trying to peek through her fingers at him. Bobby grinned and tickled her belly, making her giggle. “I see you peeking at me. C’mere sweetheart. You keep those eyes closed. John see if you can find some clothes for her and maybe diapers. I’m going to take her outside and clean her up. Alright princess let’s get out of here.” He put his hand on her head to keep her from seeing any more of the gruesome scene.
John nodded and made a quick search of the room grabbing what was needed. He finished pouring gas in the room and lit a match, dropping it to the floor as they left the room and headed towards outside.
“You’re goin’ home with me, sweetheart.”