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Chapter Summary: Guess you’re just gonna have to read it. Mwahaha.
Season:13
Warnings: Blood, injury, supa powers, actiony stuff, angsty teen. So PG 13 stuff.
0. Prequel
The girl sat down in a cushioned chair in front of a brown desk in the middle of a crowded police station. She felt weary as the room was noisy with voices and telephone sounds.
“So, Dean Winchester right?” the police woman asked.
“Yes,” the girl simply replied. The police woman with name of Sherral on her desk began to search the databases. Her eyes widened as she sighed.
“You’re looking for a missing felon,” Sherral told her.
“A felon?” the girl asked unsure of what that word meant.
“He’s been accused of credit card fraud, kidnapping, first degree murder, breaking and entering, robbery, assault, and impersonating an officer. You sure you’re looking for this guy?” Sherral gave the girl with short blue hair a concerning look as she turned the computer screen around so she could see the Winchester’s mug shot. The girl instantly recognized him.
“Yes, that’s him. Where is he?” she asked.
“No one knows. He’s been missing for a while. Presumed dead. Probably dead.”
“That’s not good. I need to find him,” the girl frowned and folded her hands together.
“Well when you do, call us first,” the police woman joked.
“Okay, thank you.” The girl stood up from the chair.
“Hey wait a minute, give me your name and your number,” Sherral said but then suddenly, she slumped over her desk, snoring. The girl with short blue hair swiftly and quietly exited the station.
The girl wandered down the sidewalk for a bit while gazing at the sky. She thought it was so fascinating the way the clouds moved and changed shape to look like something else. It was like watching TV like the other humans did.
Without paying attention, she wandered into a crosswalk without her light being green. A long loud horn caught her attention and her head whipped to the side seeing a semitruck heading towards her. It was starting to slow down but not fast enough, so she decided to help them.
The truck stopped instantly as if it had crashed into a cement wall. The whole front of the truck had been smashed flat and the driver inside had been impaled with the glass from the front window. His seatbelt and airbag did him no good because a shard of glass had found its way into the driver’s eye socket.
The girl slowly blinked at the semi unsure why so much damage had been inflicted on the vehicle and the human. Shrugging it off, she continued to cross the street. The drivers behind the semi had crashed into the back possibly causing more deaths and injuries. Everyone in the intersection was too distracted to see the girl walk away uninjured.
A few minutes later, some ambulance and police zoomed past her, but she was too busy focusing on the grocery store to care. She was hungry.
She wandered into a food mart and began to roam the aisles. She grabbed a large bag of Nacho Cheese Doritos and dug her hand in as she gazed at the other chips. She stuffed the chips in her mouth contently.
Once she got to the end of the aisle, she decided she was sick of the taste and traded the chips for an unopened pretzel bag. An employee walked by and did a double take.
“Are you going to pay for those?” the woman asked, and the blue haired girl stared at her blankly before having an epiphany.
“Oh yes, what would you like in return?” the girl asked.
“Um…money?” the employee said slowly.
“Money?” The girl wondered. She had nothing but the clothes on her back which consisted of a pair of overalls and a maroon shirt underneath that she had stolen from a house she broke into a couple days before.
“Yeah. You know, currency, moolaw, cash, bank?” the employee listed off the other names.
“Oh! I don’t have any,” she said simply.
“I’m going to have to call the police then. You’re shop lifting.” The woman pulled out a phone.
“Shop lifting? I’m not carrying the whole store. This is just food,” she said confused. The woman looked at her like she was crazy and began to dial the police.
“Will the police give me food?” she asked.
“Yeah sure,” the lady mumbled. “Yeah hi there, we have a shop lifter here at the local food mart. Short girl, short blue hair, green eyes. Yeah, see you soon.” The woman looked up at the blue haired girl. “Stay right here and the police will come get you.”
“Okay,” the girl said and sat down against the aisle.
“You again?”
The girl looked up to see Sherral standing there. The girl smiled and stood up. She had finished the bag of pretzels. “Hello Sherral. The woman who worked here told me that you would give me food.” Sherral gave her a strange look deciding that the girl was mentally ill somehow.
“Yeah, come here.” Sherral said and the girl walked up to her. “Turn around.” The girl easily complied but was surprised when the officer began to grab her arms and pinch them with metal.
“Ow! That hurts! What are you doing?”
“You’re under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you—”
“Hey! Let me go! I didn’t do anything wrong!” she shouted but when the officer wouldn’t unhand her, she went flying harshly into the chip shelf. Several bags of now crushed chips fell to the floor. Some were popped open by the force of the throw causing several types of crushed chips rained down onto the floor. The handcuffs on the girl’s wrists snapped apart and she began to run.
This caught the attention of several other officers on the scene who pulled out their guns. She was scared. She didn’t understand what was happening at all, but when the guns started to go off, she instinctively ducked and covered her ears as she headed for the main doors.
She screamed when a bullet bit into her arm like a raging beast which caused all the windows to shatter and the lights to blow out. This caused the cops to stop as glass from the above lights rained down on them. This gave her time to jump out of the store through the blown glass doors. The glass on the edges of the doors caught some of the skin on both arms making her cry out in pain but that didn’t stop her.
Luckily, there were no police outside, so she was able to bolt down the street without being seen. The sun was starting to descend from the sky so more shadows grew over the street. She was able to find a space between some buildings and hide in a dark corner against the brick. She spent a couple hours crying silently and bleeding. She didn’t understand why they hurt her or why she was bleeding. The pain was a lot for her to handle and soon she was hiccupping because she had cried so much and so hard.
Quickly, it began to rain creating a noise that could over power her cries that were now starting to become verbal. The water soaked into her skin and made her shiver. She didn’t understand anything, and it was frustrating. She was only born a week ago. Why did everything have to be so hard? Why did everyone have to be so mean?
She had been crying so much that she didn’t realize that someone was kneeling in front of her. She gasped and pressed her body against the brick wall as much as she could.
“It’s okay. I won’t hurt you.” His smile was soft and kind, but he was probably mean like all the others. “Why are you crying?” He looked soaked too, but was wearing a water proof jacket.
“They…they wanted to hurt me,” she said in between hiccups. “I…I was…hungry,” she sniffled and hugged her knees.
“Are you making it rain?” the boy asked. His sandy blonde hair clung to his forehead like her blue hair stuck to her cheeks.
“I don’t know,” she said honestly. “It started to rain when I started to cry.” Her breathing was still irregular.
“My name is Jack. What’s yours?” Jack asked.
“I don’t know,” she said, and Jack tilted his head in curiosity.
“You forgot your name?” he asked.
“No,” she shook her head. “I wasn’t given one. Mom said that would be dad’s job.” The rain began to slow down to a light drizzle.
“Who’s your dad?” Jack asked.
“His name is Dean Winchester. I’ve been looking for him for the past two days,” she explained, her voice now calmer.
Jack slowly looked up and to the side. The girl followed his gaze finally seeing two men standing a couple feet away. The shorter man stepped forward.
“What?” he said. The blue haired girl couldn’t see their faces in the dark. She didn’t think he had heard her, so she began to repeat herself.
“His name is Dean Winchester. I’ve—”
“Yeah, I heard you. Just stop. That’s not possible.” The shadowed man waved his hands in the air in disbelief.
“Why not?” she asked, tilting her head.
“Because,” the man stepped into a patch of moonlight. “I’m Dean Winchester.”
