It was a family of three, a father and his sons of 18 and 14. It was the day that said father opted to stay inside and make his son's study, practice, and clean. A normal family, on a day like this would have been in the house talking and laughing, maybe playing some board games but unfortunately this was no ordinary family. They were a family without a home, one that had been broken down in more ways than one. There was no laughter, there was no family-bonding, they were working. Thinking. Always on high-alert. To the boys men laughter was a rarity.
The clock had struck 7 and outside was already dark, the only light shining came from the dimly lit street lamp. The storm that had been going strong for three hours was furious and didn't sound like it was going to let up anytime soon. The wind was blowing angrily, howling its cries to anyone that it could reach. The rain was pelting the windows and combined with the amount of wind that was being blown around, it sounded almost hazardous to the old motel room. The three men in the room were all quiet and worked in silence as they were all doing various things; one was reading a book in an ancient language, one was writing in a terribly messy scrawl, the other had taken apart a gun and was cleaning its pieces. The only sounds in the room being heard were the sounds of the rain and wind outside and the occasional page turn, until-
*knock knock*
An almost imperceptible knock sounded at the door of the motel room that the men resided in. All three of them sprung into action grabbing a weapon closest to them. The boys looked to their father to see what they were to do next.
*knock knock*
Another knock sounded and the father rose, gun in hand, and opened the door carefully. The wind intensified and rain blew in his face but he blinked through it and searched for the source of the knock.
"Aloha," a voice spoke. The man looked down to be met with a mass of long soaking wet curls, light brown eyes, and such a big grin for someone who was drenched and shivering. "Are you John?" It was a little brown girl on his temporary doorstep clad in a blue raincoat with her hood up not doing much to save her from the rain, a book bag, and small red rain boots on her feet.
The man didn't respond, still astonished at the little person. The little girl raised an eyebrow and rolled her head in a way as if to say 'you gonna answer my question or not'.
"Where are your parents?" he questioned after getting over his initial shock.
"Your answer depends on my answer," the little girl shrugged.
The man looked back at the boys in the room, the elder of the two had his face set and a knife held in his hand. The younger had curiosity written on his face but a gun held low. The man turned back to the little girl who was tapping her foot in a older woman-like fashion that seemed much too old for such a small person but he spoke slowly, "yes, I'm John."
The little girl squealed her face lighting up and pushed herself through the door that was only half open and hugged John. Her small arms reached around his legs to hold him tightly as she breathed in tightly and whispered, "hi daddy."
The man looked back at the boys in his room, whose faces matched his with the same confusion.
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A/N: Hi! This is my first work in my series, I came up with this idea awhile ago and decided to run with it. I’m really trying with it because I’m just bubbling with ideas. I’ve always liked the idea of a Winchester sibling but in my image (P.O.C.). There’s a major under-representation of P.O.C. in the internet/fanfiction/imagine world or even just world in general and I’m trying to just fix that tear in the universe as much as I can. Everything I’ve written my oc has always been a P.O.C. You’re probably thinking that she can’t be a P.O.C. if John Winchester is her dad. NOT TRUE! :) Her mom is African-American. I know she’s not completely P.O.C. but I had to write her as the daughter of John for the story to work out the way I would have liked it too. If you give me the chance I can show you as the story progresses. Please, please, PLEASE let me know if this is any good. I tagged you all because you are some of my favorite supernatural writers and I would really love feedback. If you want to stay tagged, please let me know. If you don’t then I can untag you and you don’t ever have to speak of this. x.
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