Summary: Youâre a Winchester. Sam and Deanâs little sister. Same dad, different mom. You spend your life traveling with your brothers and moving to different schools, never staying in one place for more than a few weeks. But when your brothers tell you they found a case in California, youâre thrown into a completely different world - the town of Beacon Hills. When you meet a group of suspicious friends who keep finding themselves in the middle of murders, you realize that this case is going to be a lot more difficult to solve - especially when youâre starting to fall for one of the suspects.
This post will be updated as more parts are added.
*Itâs almost 2am but I didnât want to wait to post this, so here is Part 3! Please do not hesitate to send feedback! Enjoy!*
Warnings: Mentions of murder/death, mourning.
Part 1
Part 2
âHere is the schedule that you will be following. Your first class of the day is English with Ms. Blake - lovely woman. Once you get the rest of your papers, Iâll show you where the classroom is,â the principal explained, straightening out his suit. He was a kind man with a very laid-back demeanor, and hadnât stopped assuring you that you would be great in this school. âYouâre lucky you moved here early in the school year; youâll have barely any catching up to do.â
Sam was watching you with immense pride. He adored witnessing you in school, since it brought back personal memories from when he had been a student himself. It was obvious he still had a soft spot for learning, and you felt guilty for disliking school when it had always been a dream for Sam. You glanced at your brother to return the smile, knowing youâd appreciate this experience for his benefit more than your own.
A woman approached you with a map of the school and your locker code. While you began speaking with her, you noticed Sam straighten up and focus on something that was happening behind you, his smile gone. A knot formed in your stomach and you tried to politely end the conversation, taking the papers and quickly following Samâs gaze.
It was the sheriff. He was standing in the office, several officers around him, his face clearly expressing his exhaustion. He spoke lowly to the woman at the front desk, and you watched in curiosity as she responded by quietly making a phone call. His eyes traveled up from her and locked onto the sight of you and Sam. He offered a faint smile, nodding to you in acknowledgement.
âIâll be right back,â Sam told you, his eyes never leaving the sheriff.
âIs everything okay?â you asked the principal, trying to act innocent. He smiled at you.
âOf course. The sheriff is probably just here to visit his son, who goes to school here,â he responded calmly, though his hands were fidgeting. You saw right through the lie, knowing well that he was either here to make an arrest or question a suspect.
âI should bring you to class now that you have everything you need,â the principal said with a painfully cheerful tone.
âI just want to say goodbye to my brother first,â you told him, smiling and turning to walk towards Sam. You stopped a few feet away from him and smiled at the sheriff, who shifted Samâs attention to you.
âIâm going to class now,â you stated, your eyes silently questioning if everything was alright. Sam smiled warmly and pulled you into a hug.
âEverything is fine. Youâre going to do great. Me or Dean will pick you up later,â he said. You held onto him for an extra second, feeling him press a kiss onto the top of your head.âHave a good first day.â
âI will,â you said gently. You slowly let go and returned to the principal, who led you into the hallway. As you walked past the dull lockers, your phone buzzed in your pocket. You slipped it out, careful to hide it from the principal, and saw you had a message from Dean.
Youâre gonna be great, kiddo. Kick some ass today.
A smile tugged at your lips. You always appreciated how much your brothers supported you, no matter what it was that you were doing. You pushed your phone back into your pocket, feeling more confident than you had before.
You were stopped in front of a classroom. The principal went in first, politely interrupting the teacher to inform her that the new student had arrived. You hesitantly stepped in after him, and you could feel everybodyâs eyes on you. It was dreadful. You couldnât find the nerve to look back at the class, so you focused your eyes on your shoes.
âY/N, welcome. My name is Miss Blake. Itâs a pleasure to have you in my class,â the teacher said to you. You looked up at her to shake her hand. She was young and thin, her dark hair falling in waves onto her chest. Her dim green eyes watched you politely, and her handshake very gentle. The principal dismissed himself, leaving you feeling completely alone in a room full of strangers.
âThereâs an empty seat right over there,â Miss Blake told you, gesturing to a seat in front of a boy wearing a blue and white flannel. His clothing choice automatically reminded you of your brothers, the thought of them allowing you to relax slightly. You shuffled to your seat and sat down, keeping your eyes focused on your hands, trying to avoid any unnecessary attention.
You could feel people staring, and you hated it. You tried your best to focus on what the teacher was saying, looking at the blank notebook in front of you, your fingers clicking your pen. It only took a few minutes for your attention to be gone, your eyes wandering the classroom, taking in the new sights around you.
Your gaze landed on the windows, and you realized they were not normal. You had been so focused on avoiding eye contact when walking in that you didnât realize some of the windows were cracked, as if something had been thrown at them, and others were taped up with cardboard.
âBirds went crazy,â the boy behind you whispered. You jumped, turning to see him leaning close to you. He smiled, and it was lopsided. âThey just flew into the windows, it was crazy. It got us out of class, though.â You could only stare at him. You attempted to smile, and turned back towards the front, slipping your phone out to inform your brothers. You had only gotten through one sentence when someone cleared their throat above you.
Peeking up, you saw Miss Blake standing over you, her arms crossed. You nearly groaned at the look of disappointment on her face. You were only ten minutes into your first class and you had already upset your teacher. You knew that Sam would be upset if he found out, so you immediately put away your phone and apologized a few times, trying to suck up.
âIâm going to let it slide, since youâre just learning the rules today. Before you got here, I made it very clear I didnât want any phones in this class. Donât let it happen again,â she warned. Her voice was gentle while she spoke to you, but you knew she was serious, and the last thing you wanted was to have a bad reputation on the first day. You apologized again, and watched her walk back to the front of the class. Your cheeks felt hot from the regained attention on yourself, and your stomach was bundled with nerves. You didnât dare look up from your notebook for the rest of the period.
****
It felt like your first class stretched on forever, but as soon as the bell rang, you sprang up and headed into the hallway, avoiding any conversation with people who felt the need to welcome you to the school. Your schedule showed that you had a free block, so you decided to take this time to search for your locker. Even though the hallway was pretty crowded with students moving to their next classes, it only took you a few minutes to find your locker. Much to your luck, it was right next to a locker that was turned into a memorial. People were passing by and leaving flowers, pictures, or other sentimental objects. Taking in the sight of this, you decided it was the right time to call Dean. He picked up after the first ring.
âHey, kiddo, is everything okay?â he inquired.
âThis place is weird,â you stated.
âWeird how?â
âFirst of all, I went into my first class and all of the windows were broken. Some were just cracked but others were actually boarded up. Some kid said birds went crazy and flew into them. How does that even happen? And how do they fly through the windows?â
âBeats me.â
âAnd to top off my morning, Iâm at my locker now and it seems that a fellow student has died, since his memorial is right next to me. I canât put my books away in peace,â You heard Dean chuckle.
âThat sucks. We know that another student died, though. Thatâs why the sheriff was at the school this morning. Actually, I think he might still be there. Sam said he was going to question some students, and that might take a while.â
âReally? I have a free block now so Iâll head down there and check it out.â
âHey - be careful. Make sure you stay one step ahead.â
âDonât I always?â
âAlright. Call me if you find anything else,â he said. You hung up and opened your locker, putting away the book you received in your first class. When you shut the door, a girl was standing there, watching you.
âJesus!â you exclaimed, jumping back. Was this school trying to test your personal space?
âI like the color of your shirt,â she stated, her fingers twirling a lock of her hair. It was long and strawberry blonde, curled perfectly, her lipstick matching the color. She wore a collared shirt, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and it was tucked into a dark fitted skirt. Her cheeks were flushed with a rosy pink color, and she was looking at you as if she knew everything about you. It made you extremely uncomfortable.
âUm, thank you?â you replied. You tried to walk away from her, but she held her hand out to stop you.
âIâm Lydia. I was in your english class this morning. Where did you move here from?â
âKansas,â you murmured, trying to make it clear that you didnât want to talk to her. She didnât stop.
âAnd what brings Dorothy here to California?â she asked. You cringed at the nickname. You had heard that joke too many times.
âFamily business.â
âWhat does that mean?â
âMy brothers are FBI agents. Theyâre here to look into a case.â You noticed Lydia freeze for a second. Something flickered across her face, almost like fear, but it was gone in an instant.
âWell, hopefully they do their job, so we can avoid all of this from happening again,â she waved a finger at the scene behind you.
âMe too,â you said. The quicker a case went, the happier you were. Ever since you moved into the bunker, it felt like you had a home for once, and motels were much less exciting to be in. You found yourself wishing for cases to be solved within days so you could return to your own bedroom, your own bathroom, your own library. You liked having a coffee maker. You liked yelling at Dean for walking around in a robe - it was better than watching him sleep in jeans.
âLydia!â a voice shouted from down the hall, bringing you back from your thoughts. You saw the plaid-shirt boy from first period running towards you and Lydia. When he approached you, he slowed down and smiled.
âHey,â he greeted, looking excited to talk to you.
âI have to go,â you said quickly, not wanting to be stuck in another conversation. The boy looked stunned, the smile dropping from his lips. Lydia nearly rolled her eyes.
âFine, but Iâm going to find you later. We have to buy you some new clothes. I may like the color, but the plaid is a little too much,â Lydia told you, and you could tell it was more of a demand than a request. You certainly disagreed with her, but still mumbled in agreement to get her off your back. You began to walk away.
âWait! Whatâs your name again?â the boy asked.
âY/N,â you said over your shoulder. You were a few steps away from them now.
âIâm Stiles,â he said. Your feet stopped moving. You glanced back at him, your eyes wide. A girl walked past the memorial and broke into sobs. He looked from you to her, watching her walk by. He sighed in disappointment.
âWelcome to Beacon Hills,â he muttered with fake enthusiasm.
I hope I'm not bothering. I was just curious if we'll see some 'Conection' soon? I love it. đ I really hope I'm not bothering you. Have a nice day. đ
you will! I was caught up with a few responsibilities, but part 3 is almost finished. Iâm going to try to get it posted tonight!
*I got a lot of amazing feedback from you guys already so here is part 2! Let me know what you think! Everything will start to happen in the next part!*
Warnings: None
Part 1
It was late afternoon the next day when you arrived into town, the sky slowly beginning to fade to a dark blue.
âWelcome to Beacon Hills,â you read aloud, watching the sign pass quickly and make way for the darkening forest, the trees casting shadows eerie enough to make you shudder.
It only took minutes for a motel to roll into sight, the weather comfortably warm as you hopped out of the Impala the second it parked, eager to stretch your legs. Dean checked in as you and Sam grabbed the bags from the trunk.
âIâm starving,â you gushed once you were inside the room, jumping onto one of the stiff beds. âCan we get chinese? I donât want to go out and drive again.â Your brothers grunted in approval and Sam was on the phone in minutes ordering delivery from the first place he found. In the meantime, you decided to take a shower to scrub the car feeling from your skin. You grabbed a comfy flannel and sweats and headed to the bathroom.
You locked the door behind you and started up the water, making it almost as hot as it could go. You watched yourself in the mirror, the steam blurring your reflection. You couldnât help but wonder what this school would be like and how you would fit in. Would they find you weird? That wasnât unusual. Would they even acknowledge you? You couldnât help the nerves that were tangling in your stomach. You constantly assured your brothers that new schools didnât bother you, but there was always a slight uneasiness before the first day. Without thinking any further, you stepped into the shower, hoping the water would wash away your thoughts.
****
Half an hour later, you were sprawled in a chair, hair dripping wet, eating fried rice at the small table by the door. Sam and Dean were sitting at the other chairs, watching you quietly as they ate. You noticed their silence and tensed up, clearing your throat.
âWhat are you not telling me?â you asked hesitantly.
âThereâs something I want to explain before you go to school tomorrow,â Sam said. He paused, struggling to find his words.
âSure, what is it?â you urged him on.
âA lot of the stuff that happens in this town usually affects the school. A lot of teenagers go missing and are found dead.â He stopped, taking a breath. You could tell it was hard for him to bring this up. âWe need you to be careful and make sure you always know whatâs going on around you so you can stay safe,â he explained. âWe canât let anything happen to you.â
âOf course, guys, Iâm always safe. I know how to fight, you donât have to worry about me,â you assured.
âYou also have to be our eyes and ears in there. We donât know who has connections to these murders, but since teenagers seem to be targeted, you need to let us know if you see or hear anything,â Dean added.
âI will. Donât worry. I might even solve the case before you do,â you teased, earning a soft laugh from Dean. The boys relaxed a little, and the three of you spent the rest of the night joking around and pestering each other, knowing that it would be the last normal time youâd have together until the case was finished.
****
âY/N,â you heard a low voice whisper, feeling someone slightly nudge your shoulder. âItâs time to wake up. Come on.â You groaned, rolling onto your side and squinting your eyes to see Sam kneeling beside you. He smiled. âGood morning. I have coffee. Go get ready for school.â He stood and placed a coffee cup on the bedside table. You sighed heavily, looking over your shoulder to see Dean still asleep beside you.
âStupid school,â you muttered, stumbling out of bed, wishing you could stay and sleep longer. It didnât take much time for you to get ready. You changed into jeans and a maroon t-shirt, throwing a flannel on over it. The only makeup you ever bothered wearing was mascara, so you were ready to go in about 10 minutes. After brushing your teeth, you emerged from the bathroom and slipped on your converse. You grabbed a backpack youâd brought along, shoved a notebook and pen inside, and looked at Sam expectantly.
âReady?â he asked, grabbing the car keys.
âAs Iâll ever be,â you responded, taking your coffee and following Sam out the door.
âSo what are the names I should know before walking in there?â you asked once you two were on your way to the school.
âStilinski, for sure. Thatâs the Sheriffâs name. His son is definitely someone we should watch, so keep an eye out for him. They call him âStilesâ in the police reports.â
âStiles Stilinski? What kind of name is that?â you asked. Sam shrugged.
âIâm not too sure. But if heâs a suspect, Iâd watch out for his friends too. I donât think it will take you too long to find them.â The car pulled to a stop at the side of the school. From what you could see, it didnât look too bad. The palm trees were a nice touch, and the school wasnât completely brick, as they usually were. There was a sign on the grass that boldly stated Beacon Hills High School. There wasnât anybody outside, since the principal had apparently told Sam to bring you in after the morning rush, knowing youâd already feel overwhelmed. Sam killed the engine and looked over at you.
âReady?â he asked encouragingly. You took a deep breath and nodded.
âReady.â
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I made you a promise, in that church. You and me. Come whatever. Well, hell, if this ainât whatever. But you got to let me in, man. You got to let me help. There ainât no me if there ainât no you.
Summary: Youâre a Winchester. Sam and Deanâs little sister. Same dad, different mom. You spend your life traveling with your brothers and moving to different schools, never staying in one place for more than a few weeks. But when your brothers tell you they found a case in California, youâre thrown into a completely different world - the town of Beacon Hills. When you meet a group of suspicious friends who keep finding themselves in the middle of murders, you realize that this case is going to be a lot more difficult to solve - especially when youâre starting to fall for one of the suspects.
Warnings: Mentions of violent murders
âDinnerâs here!â Dean called, his voice echoing through the halls of the bunker. You emerged from your room almost immediately, heading towards the grumbling sound of your brothers talking in the kitchen. You could smell the pizza before you reached the room and ran in, spotting Sam pulling a slice from the box, Dean already halfway through with his piece.
âI hope you got fries,â you warned as you grabbed a paper plate, Dean instantly plopping a take out container in front of you. You smiled in victory and sat down next to Sam, the both of you facing Dean.
âSo, we got a case,â Dean told you, his mouth full of food.
âChew first, then speak,â you reminded him, earning an eye roll.
âThis town in California. Lots of crazy things going on over there.â
âCrazy how?â
âSupernatural crazy, thatâs for sure,â Sam chimed in. âWe thought it was just werewolves at first, but when we dug a little deeper, we found a lot more.â
âBodies found in the woods, teenagers missing, wolves spotted in public places,â Dean added.
âCalifornia doesnât have wolves,â you stated.
âExactly. Itâs basically anything you wouldnât expect from a small town thatâs almost in the middle of nowhere,â Dean said.
âAnd get this - the FBI was sent there a few years back to research a string of murders, but they left after a while without finding anything,â Sam said, wiping his hands on a napkin before grabbing his laptop. âThe reports didnât say much, but the sheriff of the town was being watched. Actually, so was his sonâŚâ he trailed off, squinting his eyes at something he was reading. âHis son was in the middle of the mess too. But I saw him somewhere else⌠here. Wow.â He clicked a button and turned the laptop around for you and Dean to see. He had searched the sheriffâs sonâs name and found a list of cases that he was tangled in.
âTroublemaker,â you muttered, taking in the list in front of you. âSo whatâs the deal now?â
âMurders are happening again, but⌠this time theyâre even more confusing. We donât know what it is, but the victims all have the same injuries. They were all strangled, took a blow to the head, and had a slit throat. Each separate injury was fatal in itself. Whoever killed them really wanted them dead,â Sam explained. You let out a breath at the vulgarity of the situation.
âWe wanna get going as soon as possible so nobody else dies. Weâll probably head out tomorrow morning. You good with that?â Dean asked, and you nodded at him, sticking a fry in your mouth.
âOn to school number 24,â you joked, causing Dean to freeze up.
âHave you been counting?â He asked cautiously.
âNo, I just like that number,â you laughed, watching his shoulders drop with ease. You were receiving your education from schools all over the country, and Dean hated it. He knew what it was like to keep transferring, how it was hard to make friends or even pass a grade when you knew you were going to be gone in a few weeks time. You didnât mind it, though. You loved your brothers more than anything, and you wanted to stay with them on every hunt, even though they tried to keep you out of it most of the time. Besides, it was fun to meet different people and experience different towns. The best part was that you never cared what people thought of you, since you knew once you left youâd never see them again. You finished your pizza and stood up from the table.
âIâm gonna go pack my bag,â you informed, dumping your paper plate in the garbage and strolling towards your room.
Almost an hour had passed when you were sat on your bed, your duffel bag stuffed with clothes, shoes, and notebooks. Your family knew how to pack light, considering you basically lived on the road, so having only one bag was plenty. There was a soft knock on your door before Dean peeked his head in.
âHey, kiddo. Can I come in?â he asked, and you gestured for him to enter, moving the bag over so he could join you. His emerald eyes were tired and watching you with a hint of regret.
âWhatâs up?â you asked, your eyebrows furrowed. He hesitated before responding.
âAre you good with us leaving again? âCause weâve made the bunker our home, and itâs really a pain to keep switching schools, so if you want to stay behind, you can. I donât have a problem with that. You donât have to keep stopping your life to follow us around the country,â Dean told you, guilt apparent in his features. You sighed, upset to see him in such a manner. Your brother had a rough childhood. You werenât there to witness it, but it was evident in almost every encounter he had with you. Sam used to tell you stories about how your father treated them while they were kids, and it made your stomach churn. He had been completely different with you during the few years he was alive to take care of you. Once he passed, Dean swore to let you have a normal life, even though you knew that hunting was inevitable for the Winchesters.
âDean, itâs okay. I like traveling. I donât mind switching schools. Iâd rather be you guys than stay here alone. Our job is important, no matter the price we have to pay,â you said.
âI know, but when you said that at dinner, I-â
âI was joking! Dean, I was making light of the situation. I really donât mind. I promise,â you insisted. He glanced at you for a few seconds before pulling you into a hug.
âOkay. Weâre gonna leave at eight oâclock tomorrow. Get some sleep,â he told you, pressing a kiss to your temple.
âGoodnight, Dean.â You watched him walk towards you door.
âNight, sweetheart,â he smiled, closing the door behind him.
****
The three of you met in the hallway at eight on the dot, everyone sporting a flannel and gripping a packed duffel bag.
âWow,â you giggled. âI wonder if weâre related.â Your brothers dismissed your joke with a chuckle as they headed towards the Impala, leaving you to trail behind. You put your bag in the trunk first and climbed into the backseat, making yourself comfortable as your brothers packed the rest of the stuff and settled into the car.
âAlright, letâs go,â Dean said as he started the car.
âHow long will the drive be?â you asked once you were on the road.
âTwenty-four hours,â Sam answered, laughing when you groaned loudly. âDonât worry, weâll drive as much as we can today and stop somewhere for the night. You might as well go to sleep for a bit to pass the time.â You agreed to that, grabbing one of Deanâs jackets from the floor to use as a pillow. You suddenly remembered you didnât even know exactly where you were headed.
âI forgot to ask. What town are we going to?â Dean looked over his shoulder to respond.
âBeacon Hills.â
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