Legacy: The Hound of Hell | A Supernatural Fanfiction
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SUMMARY: Dean & Sam Winchester have lived their lives surrounded by the dark forces of the world, pushed and pulled and forced to bend in their mission to rid the world of evil and save innocent lives. Learning that they are the heirs to an extinct organization dedicated to chronicling the supernatural world was just another day at the office. In reviving the Men of Letters, however, they find they are not as alone as originally thought. Joined by Erica, a fellow legacy seeking her own answers within the walls of the bunker, the brothers dive headfirst into a world of nigh-impossible trials and ancient magic when given the chance to close the gates of Hell and forever remove demons from the face of the Earth. But as they learn that Erica’s ties to their quest run deeper than they could possibly imagine, Sam & Dean must consider the long-reaching consequences of this endeavor and whether they are willing to pay the cost. Perhaps, in the end, a legacy of blood and death is all that awaits the Winchesters.
Chapter One: Intruder Alert
Teaser:
Sam stepped over the threshold onto the bunker’s main landing, only to pull up short. His eyes narrowed as he surveyed the brightly lit control room and the library visible beyond. “Did we kill the power when we left?”
“Pretty sure, yeah,” Dean confirmed from behind his left shoulder. “Why? Oh.”
Wasting no time, the eldest Winchester stepped around Sam, dropping his duffel bag on the landing and drawing his pistol from inside his jacket. Slow, deliberate steps carried him down the metal stairs in silence as sharp eyes skimmed familiar surroundings. Matching Sam’s low, cautious tone, he asked, “No one can get in here without a key, right?”
Sam nodded as he drew his own weapon, then remembered that Dean couldn’t see him as he followed his brother downstairs. He thought back to his disastrous visit with a former member of the Men of Letters and the valuable information he had imparted a few weeks before. “That’s what Larry said. This place is supposed to be warded; nothing gets in unless we let it.”
“And we’re the only ones with a key.”
It wasn’t a question as Dean switched off his pistol’s safety, head on a swivel as he paced through the control room, searching for anything out of place. Sam mirrored his brother as they entered the library. Each took a side of the room and paced between the shelves, checking each nook for intruders or clues.
As Sam approached the middle reading nook on the right side of the library, he found his first confirmation of an intruder in their new base; stacks of books and papers littered a small study table, which Sam knew neither of the brothers had used yet. Dean hadn’t been much interested in the library archives at all, preferring to explore the bunker’s many other features while Sam had been doing his own reading on the larger center tables where he could spread multiple books for easy reference. Even if he had used the more private area provided by the reading bays, he had spent all his time researching the Men of Letters and their various allies around the world. As he skimmed the gathered titles and a few passages that had been bookmarked—a pencil in one, a receipt for ten bucks worth of fuel in another, a shamefully dog-eared page in the last—he noticed they all pertained to demons and summoning rituals.
“Someone’s been here.”
“You sure? I thought maybe this was yours,” Dean called. Sam found him standing at the center table, a black leather jacket hooked on one finger that was obviously too small for either of the brothers to claim.
“You’re hilarious,” Sam said dryly, abandoning the study area to join his brother.
“I know.” Dean broke into a self-satisfied grin before draping the jacket over the back of one of the chairs. Returning to business, his lips pressed into a thin line as he glanced around the library. A series of hand gestures directed Sam to search the right wing while Dean took the left.
Tightening his grip on his pistol, Sam nodded his agreement, slipping past his brother back toward the main entrance.
“Sammy?” The low note of warning called his attention to where his brother still lingered at the head of the library’s center table. “If they can slip past the wards, there’s no telling who or what they are.”
Though it was unnecessary, Sam understood the unspoken message there.
Be careful...
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Legacy: The Hound of Hell | A Supernatural Fanfiction
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SUMMARY: Dean & Sam Winchester have lived their lives surrounded by the dark forces of the world, pushed and pulled and forced to bend in their mission to rid the world of evil and save innocent lives. Learning that they are the heirs to an extinct organization dedicated to chronicling the supernatural world was just another day at the office. In reviving the Men of Letters, however, they find they are not as alone as originally thought. Joined by Erica, a fellow legacy seeking her own answers within the walls of the bunker, the brothers dive headfirst into a world of nigh-impossible trials and ancient magic when given the chance to close the gates of Hell and forever remove demons from the face of the Earth. But as they learn that Erica’s ties to their quest run deeper than they could possibly imagine, Sam & Dean must consider the long-reaching consequences of this endeavor and whether they are willing to pay the cost. Perhaps, in the end, a legacy of blood and death is all that awaits the Winchesters.
Chapter Two: Paranoid
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Mornings at the bunker had become a liminal time for the Winchesters. Carved deep into the Kansas bedrock, the bunker was devoid of any windows or natural lighting to indicate the time of day, and neither Sam nor Dean were in the habit of setting an alarm when they weren’t working a case. Over the years, their circadian rhythms had been well-trained to allow only short bouts of sleep at a time, but the security of the warded bunker soon lulled them into the occasional habit of oversleeping. Sometimes Dean would wake to find Sam had already taken his morning run, eaten breakfast, and settled into researching a new topic before he could even get his own eyes open. Other days Dean would spend an eternity in solitude before Sam would finally wander into the kitchen searching for coffee, hair sticking up in all directions and eyes half-closed. The younger Winchester apologized each time it happened, as if he were inconveniencing his brother by taking advantage of the extra rest. Dean, however, accepted it as another advantage of their new base of operations. This was what it felt like to be safe. This was what it felt like to be home.
Today Dean awoke to his internal clock insisting it was later in the morning than he was used to, but his weary body suggested he take a few more hours to rest. He sat up and dug the heels of his palms into his eyes to shake the dregs of sleepiness away. A glance at his watch revealed it was barely eight o’clock. Normally, this would suggest he was unusually well-rested. Now it only served to remind him of how restless his night had been. He’d finally dozed off in the early hours of the morning after constant tossing and turning, unable to shut his brain off and go to sleep. The reason for this was a few doors down the hall in room fourteen—unless she was already awake.
Dean had been less than delighted upon realizing the bunker’s newest guest had decided to take up residence in the room directly around the corner from his own. He’d been tempted to tell Erica to buzz off and pick one of the bunker’s other numerous bedrooms to sleep in, but then had thought it might not be such a bad idea for her to be close enough to keep under watch. He hadn’t anticipated how the encroachment would mess with his own sense of security. Every time he closed his eyes, his mind constructed images of her stalking the halls to murder him and his brother in their beds or else conjuring up legions of evil to do her bidding while they slept. He had even found himself out of bed at one point, creeping to her door—just checking on her, he told himself—only to find she had locked herself inside. That had done little to reassure him.
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Personality Types, Character Traits, & Corresponding Quotes
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ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Gemini (May 21 - June 21)
“I know I’m not the easiest person to deal with, but at least I’m not boring!”
BEHAVIOR PATTERN: Type A
“Work first, feelings later.”
MBTI: ENTJ - The Commander
“People need to be told when they’re doing something stupid.”
ENNEAGRAM: Type 8 - The Challenger
“Prove yourself useful and I’ll respect you.”
SIMPLE SYMBOL: Triangle
“If you aren’t with me, I’m gonna have to ask you to reconsider...because I’m 100% sure I’m right.”
CHINESE ELEMENT: Wood
“I have to remember that I can trust myself. I’ve gotten myself this far, after all.”
GREEK HUMOR: Choleric
“Feel free to think outside the box, but be sure to keep it in the same room.”
JUNGIAN ARCHETYPE: The Hero
“If I can’t find a way, I guess I’ll have to make one.”
HOGWARTS HOUSE: Gryffindor
“This scares the hell outta me, but I’m definitely gonna do it anyway.”
I started considering how Erica’s personality fit into the various psychological ideologies that have been/still are popular and these collages practically built themselves! She is such a fun character to explore!
SUMMARY: Dean & Sam Winchester have lived their lives surrounded by the dark forces of the world, pushed and pulled and forced to bend in their mission to rid the world of evil and save innocent lives. Learning that they are the heirs to an extinct organization dedicated to chronicling the supernatural world was just another day at the office. In reviving the Men of Letters, however, they find they are not as alone as originally thought. Joined by Erica, a fellow legacy seeking her own answers within the walls of the bunker, the brothers dive headfirst into a world of nigh-impossible trials and ancient magic when given the chance to close the gates of Hell and forever remove demons from the face of the Earth. But as they learn that Erica’s ties to their quest run deeper than they could possibly imagine, Sam & Dean must consider the long-reaching consequences of this endeavor and whether they are willing to pay the cost. Perhaps, in the end, a legacy of blood and death is all that awaits the Winchesters.
TIMELINE: AU Season 8 beginning post-8x13 “Everybody Hate Hitler”
Born June 17, 2016, my Supernatural OC Erica would be four years old today!
So, I thought I’d share a moodboard featuring the father-daughter relationship between Dean & Erica and was inspired to write a passage centered around the special day, which can be found beneath the Read More due to length.
It includes Daddy!Dean, fluff, & a cameo from the Colonel (because Sam & Dean should have kept him and you CANNOT change my mind!)!!!
This was written all in one sitting and given only a moderate proofread, so any mistakes are mine to be ashamed of later. 😅
I hope y’all enjoy!
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This is perfection.
An open highway stretched between rolling pastures, the asphalt shimmering in the heat of the mid-June sun. A black Impala cruised over the blacktop, its rumbling engine accentuating the guitars wailing from the radio speakers as Dean Winchester drummed on the steering wheel in sync with the bass line. Sam Winchester was not reclined in the passenger seat, however. The car wasn’t cruising along a highway somewhere on the far side of the country, making its way toward a town in the midst of being terrorized by one of the many creatures that went bump in the night. So what gave Dean the idea that this casual drive through the farmlands of northern Kansas was the epitome of idealism?
He looked up at the rearview mirror with a grin. A baby-faced girl with curly blonde pigtails sat in the backseat, secure in a purple, high-backed booster. She kicked her feet in time with the rhythm of the music, weaving her head side to side as she babbled her own made-up lyrics from a mouth stained snow-cone blue while her hands were busy gently stroking the ears of the aged German Shepherd with its head in her lap.
“Erica Jo!” Bright green eyes immediately met their match in the rearview mirror as Dean called the girl’s attention. “What is today?”
She grinned, her teeth as stained as her lips. “My birthday!”
“And how old are you today?”
“Four!” she squealed, raising one hand as she turned her thumb in to display the appropriate number of fingers.
“That’s right!” Dean confirmed, hitting his brakes and his blinker simultaneously as the pastures on either side of the road were replaced with lines of business-fronts. “And do you know what that means?”
“We’re having a party!” Her attitude was infectious as she clapped her hands in delight.
Dean felt his own grin grow into a full smile as he turned onto a street lined with modest houses, seeking out a familiar blue two-story with a wide front porch that already had several cars parked in front. As he wheeled into the driveway, he spotted his brother standing in front of the garage, already lifting the door so that the Impala could be parked inside. Erica was unbuckling the car seat before Dean could shift into park.
“Uncle Sam!” The birthday girl threw herself from the car as he opened the door, giggling as she was swooped into long arms and lifted high in the air.
“There’s my favorite niece! Happy birthday, kiddo!” Sam brought Erica down and rested her on one hip, stepping away from the car to give Dean room to get out. “Perfect timing, man. We’ve got all of the decorations up and I’ve got the grill ready for you.”
“Hey, I’m just glad I got the easy job!” the elder Winchester returned. “Keeping the birthday girl occupied for the afternoon was cake. We had fun, didn’t we, Slugger?”
Erica grinned and nodded. “Are we gonna have cake now?”
“Soon,” Dean promised. He then looked around at the cars lining the driveway and the street. “It looks like just about everyone made it.”
“Almost,” Sam agreed. “We’re waiting on…never mind.”
The brothers watched as a yellow Gremlin turned the corner and slowed to a stop at the curb in front of the house. Sam suddenly found himself in possession of a particularly wiggly four-year-old who took off for the car as soon as he returned her to the ground.
“An’ Carlee!” Erica cried as she raced across the front yard as fast as her legs would carry her.
The redhead who had climbed from the driver’s seat of the car quickly crouched down to catch the little girl in a hug. “Hey! How’s my favorite Winchester?”
“What’s up, bi—best friends?” Charlie greeted the brothers as she walked across the lawn hand-in-hand with Erica, quickly correcting herself as she side-eyed the birthday girl.
Dean was grateful. Erica was in that stage where she was a sponge for new words or phrases, and he & her mother had already had the trouble of explaining why she couldn’t call her little brother a “son of a bitch” when he took her toys. It had not been an enjoyable experience, nor had the lecture he had received afterward about watching his mouth around the kids.
“Hi, Charlie,” Sam said, pulling the redhead in for a warm hug.
Dean crossed his arms over his chest with a mock pout. “I thought I was your favorite Winchester.”
“That was the past,” Charlie returned with a melodramatic sigh. “I’m ‘An Carlee’ now. The times have changed.” She dropped the act for a wide grin, joining Dean in a tight embrace before holding up a Star Wars-themed gift bag. “So where does this need to go?”
Dean quickly ushered everyone into the house, sending Charlie and his brother on to join the rest of their guests while he steered Erica into the kitchen. There, they found the most beautiful woman in the world arranging food trays.
“Mommy!” Erica cried, surging forward to wrap her arms around Cameron at the legs.
The blonde smiled as she stopped her work and wiped her hands on a towel before returning Erica’s embrace. “Hey! I thought that was you guys I heard…did you and Daddy have fun today?”
Dean could feel himself smiling like an idiot as he watched the exchange between two of the people most dear to him as Erica gushed about their afternoon of fishing, snow-cones, and the park while Cameron listened with rapt attention on their daughter. He still didn’t know how he had gotten so lucky.
He had thought the evening plans might be derailed when Erica protested changing into the dress Cameron had picked out for the princess-themed party, but Cameron had quickly cut off the threatened tantrum before it could begin, waiting for the strong-willed little girl to disappear up the stairs before looking at Dean and releasing a long-suffering sigh.
“Don’t look at me!” Dean said, holding his hands up in surrender as he leaned against the counter. “She gets her stubbornness from you.”
“In your dreams,” Cameron returned with a scoff as she approached him, cupping his face in her hands and looking him dead in the eye. “That is one hundred percent pure Winchester, my love. God help us when she’s sixteen.”
Dean smiled down at the woman who had so readily built the home he had always wanted but never felt he deserved. “Aren’t we lucky?”
“Every day we’re breathing,” Cameron returned easily, offering a wide smile of her own before pressing her lips against his.
Before Dean could consider taking her captive and sneaking away from their own daughter’s birthday party, Cameron had pulled away and was disappearing upstairs with the order to start the grill before their hungry guests began to mutiny.
The evening passed in a blur of laughs and smiles shared between the gathered crowd of family and friends-that-had-become-family. Erica had been quick to grab the spotlight once she joined the guest in her princess dress and crown—though Dean was quick to notice she was in sneakers rather than the glittery sandals Cameron had painstakingly picked out. They had learned there were some battles that simply weren’t worth fighting. The guest of honor danced between the throng, accepting their birthday wishes with the charismatic enthusiasm reserved for happy children. Dean was happy to fade into the background and let her shine. He retreated to a corner of the yard, sharing a beer with Sam and relishing in this moment he had rarely dared to imagine in the days when his life had been focused around the darkest corners of the world.
“Did you ever think we’d be here?” He ventured aloud, trusting his brother to know what he meant.
“I’d hoped we would,” Sam returned. “Even when we were at our worst, I hoped we’d find a way back.”
“And we did. We made it, Sammy. We’re home.”
Sam clinked the neck of his beer bottle against Dean’s. “Yeah. We are home.”
The soft rushing of little feet through the grass alerted the brothers to the fact that they were no longer alone. In the same motion, they shifted and crouched, catching the two girls recklessly charging forward and swinging them up in the air.
“Just what do you two think you’re doing?” Sam demanded, lightly shaking the girl in his grip. His daughter dissolved into a fit of giggles, so he looked to his brother. “Uh-oh. Mine seems to be broken. Can you get any information out of yours?”
“Mama says it’s time for cake!” Erica reported immediately, unafraid where she hung slack in her father’s grip just over his head.
“Cake? We don’t have any cake over here, do we Sammy?”
“Nope. Just raspberries!” Sam blew against little Mary’s cheek, making her shriek and laugh.
Erica groaned, kicking her legs as Dean still held her in the air. “No! You gotta light the candles!”
“Oh! Well, why didn’t you say so?” Dean swung her back down to the ground as Sam did the same with his daughter. Taking the pair by the hands, their moment clearly over, the brothers returned to the party.
Dean lit the four candles of the birthday cake as everyone gathered their phones and cameras. Stepping back beside Cameron as the singing began, he watched the shadows dancing across Erica’s excited face in the candlelight. She screwed her eyes shut as she made her wish. Dean relished in the knowledge that he’d been able to give her a life where she was able to make the normal wish a four-year-old made over their birthday candles: a pony, a house made of candy, or a trip to the moon.
Story Summary: Dean & Sam Winchester have lived their lives surrounded by the dark forces of the world, pushed and pulled and forced to bend in their mission to rid the world of evil and save innocent lives. Learning that they are the heirs to an extinct organization dedicated to chronicling the supernatural world was just another day at the office. In reviving the Men of Letters, however, they find they are not as alone as originally thought. Joined by Erica, a fellow legacy seeking her own answers within the walls of the bunker, the brothers dive headfirst into a world of nigh-impossible trials and ancient magic when given the chance to close the gates of Hell and forever remove demons from the face of the Earth. But as they learn that Erica’s ties to their quest run deeper than they could possibly imagine, Sam & Dean must consider the long-reaching consequences of this endeavor and whether they are willing to pay the cost. Perhaps, in the end, a legacy of blood and death is all that awaits the Winchesters.
Chapter Summary: Trouble brews when the Winchesters don’t see eye-to-eye on how to handle their new guest. Sam digs for the truth behind Erica’s connection to the Men of Letters while Dean questions her motives.
Word Count: 5, 811
Excerpt:
On the surface, Erica gave all the right answers and each of her actions made perfect sense. But Dean’s instincts were still screaming a warning. He didn’t like the way she watched everything, seeming to miss nothing even though she didn’t say anything. He didn’t like the way she studied him with narrowed eyes when she thought he wasn’t paying attention. He didn’t like the edge to her smile or the bite to her words, suggesting a double-meaning he couldn’t decode. Trouble simmered beneath the surface of her carefully constructed façade. He was certain.
Sam, however, made it clear that he thought Dean was being paranoid, having said as much when Dean had voiced his concerns after dinner. Erica was nice. She had answered their questions. She had fed them. Now she had gotten Sam alone, out for a run through the woods where anything could go wrong.
Dean wondered if maybe his brother was having his own tactics turned against him. If so, Erica was good. But he trusted Sam to be better. His brother was capable of handling practically anything, and even if she managed to catch him off-guard, the younger Winchester had Erica more than outmatched in size. Still, that didn’t mean Dean liked the idea of the two being alone with him having no idea of where exactly to look if they didn’t return in a timely manner. Almost losing his appetite at the thought of what could be happening outside the bunker, he impatiently settled in to wait.
The time spent pondering the myriad of ways Erica could kill Sam during their run while making it look like an accident was mercifully short...
OCCUPATION: Former Military Intelligence Operative
HOMETOWN: Smith Center, KS | Seminole, OK
APPEARANCE: 5′ 9″ | Caucasian | Athletic build | Green eyes | Natural blonde | Choppy black hair at first appearance | Alchemical symbol for sulfur tattooed on back of neck
SPECIAL SKILLS: Sharpshooting | Martial Arts - focus in Aikido & Judo | Throwing Weapons | Multilingual - English, Russian, German, Cantonese | Strategy/Tactics
HOBBIES: Running/Working Out | Piano | Poker/Blackjack | Pool | Auto & Bike Mechanics | Chess | Baseball
Born to semi-retired hunters Dean Winchester & Cameron Harper, Erica lived a normal childhood of little league baseball, getting into mischief alongside her brother Danny, and squabbling with her cousin Mary. This idyllic life was shattered, however, when her father and uncle disappeared shortly after her eighth birthday.
Forced to grow up fast in a world of nuclear war and famine, Erica joined the American Alliance army as soon as she turned sixteen. There, her resourcefulness caught the attention of her superiors, and she was quickly recruited into a clandestine division known as the Hounds of Hell. Specializing in neutralizing rebel cells, Erica built skills in stealth and disguise and racked up an impressive record of successful missions.
Erica learns a terrible truth, however, as she discovers that the country she serves is being controlled by demons, with the rebel cells formed by hunters fighting to regain control of their world. As the demons chase their inevitable victory, Erica seeks to understand the supernatural world she has been dragged into and the power of her bloodline. Time-travelling back to 2013 and a world on the brink of open war between demons and humans, Erica meets her father and quickly becomes entangled in a legacy that runs deeper than she ever could have imagined...
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