This is the story of Ava Winchester. The story will go in order starting from season 1 to the current season and story parts will be posted. . .fuck I gotta create a schedule. All respective rights go to the CW and Supernatural except for my original characters. Don't sue me. My main page is @nicknameistori so if I answer you on there don't freak out x.
Guys Iâm so fucking sorry you all have no idea. I havenât written anything for this page in months, not even just because of school but because Iâve just been lazy. Iâve been fucking lazy and I feel like Iâve let you all down. Literally I have watched you guys just follow this page and like the story. I have let 113 of you down. One. Hundred. And. Thirteen. Iâm gonna do it though. Iâm gonna get back to writing. And I hope you guys forgive me and I will finish this soon.
*Ava's P.O.V.*
I was leaned up against the side of the car staring up at the sky as I waited for Dean. The three of us had been on the road for a couple of hours driving through the night to reach Jericho. The car had been filled with a tense energy since the start but Dean tried to avoid and ease it by putting on AC/DC the entire car ride. Sam attempted to fall asleep in the back but from the looks of him this morning, he wasn't successful. It never was an easy feat for me to fall asleep with so much to think about.
Dean had decided to make a pit stop on the way at one of the most rundown gas stations I had ever laid my eyes on, and this was saying something. We were in the middle of basically nowhere as all around us stretched the plain beige color of the sand. The only other color was the light grey of the worn down road and the ugly sepia of the gas station. It looked to be out of some old cowboy movie. It already had the cacti and tumbleweeds blowing, it was only missing the saloon and the cowboy walking up its steps. It wasn't a very picturesque place.
As Dean was inside getting snacks for himself, Sam sat in the car with his door open flipping through Dean's music collection, I could hear him scoffing and mumbling a few insults every now and then about the music. Honestly, I couldn't blame him: they were the greatest hits of mullet rock.
*ding*
I felt a notification ring from my phone so I turned around and reached through the window to grab it off the seat. I flipped it up and saw:
From: KT-Aldin School
"Where are you?? Detention is about to start but Ms. Aldin's taking roll already."
I let out a quick short breath and looked up at the dingy gas station as I racked my brain for some bullshit to give her. This happened more often than I'd like to admit. I'd enroll at a school, make some friends to blend in and then I'd have to leave or I'd just decide I want to leave. The people who called themselves my friends would question my whereabouts when Iâd disappear and I'd give some crap excuse in response. It was endless cycle of them trying to reach me and me fading away.I don't like doing it but I told myself that this was the only way I could keep them safe. . .or me safe, Iâm not sure. It was a cycle that I wasn't necessarily proud of.
"Who is it?" Sam asked. I looked over at him prepared to give him a snarky response but when I met his eyes I was met with a guilty smile. The face of someone who was trying to make things better. A smile and a good-intentioned question isnât automatically going to make everything better but it was a start after not speaking to each other for five hours.
I looked down at my phone, "um, someone that I used to know." I responded. I looked back over at him and flashed him a quick smile. He smiled back.
"Hey!" Dean called out to Sam and I startling me. I closed my phone quickly, not responding to the text and looked at Dean who looked back at us, "You want breakfast," he asked holding up sodas, chips, and what looked to be a chocolate bar.
"No, thanks." Sam and I said at the same time. I felt Sam look over at me but I focused my attention on my shoelaces. One step at a time, Sammy.
"Just because you put it in your mouth during breakfast time doesn't make it breakfast Dean." I said boredly leaning against the car again. I heard a grunt of approval from Sammy as he continued to browse through Dean's record collection. I heard a scoff and Dean mumble a whatever and for a second it was almost like old times when Daddy would do a hunt by himself and leave us by ourselves. Sammy and I would team up and get on Deanâs nerves and Dean would just take it because that's what older brothers do. We werenât trying to find our Dad who was probably dead because we hunt things that werenât supposed to be real. For a momentary second we were just siblings going on a road trip. For a momentary second we were normal
"So how'd you pay for that stuff?â Our momentary second was over as Sam continued to speak, âyou and dad still running credit-card scams?" he questioned. Daddy never let me do a scam and for that reason he also doesn't count me as a hunter. Iâve always asked him why but he always answered because of my heritage amongst other things which I know is total bs. I'm a witch and my mom's parents were business owners. The business grew internationally but of course my mom being the rebel that she is she didn't want to be the face of the company so my grandparents sold the company but made it so when I get older I'll inherit it. I like to think that Mom being such the rebel she was, was part of why Daddy liked her.
Until I'm of age, the Hillendale's (mom's family) 51% share of funds goes to a bank account that I won't actually get until I'm 18. Before she died my mom charged an accountant/witch/friend of hers to keep watch over the account for me to make sure of no foul play. My mom might of been a rebel but she wasn't stupid. I don't know anything of the person that watches over my account except they are a witch. Not the name of the person, where they live, I don't even know if they know my dad is a hunter. I don't think they'd be so helpful if they knew I lived with people who kill witches as a profession. I do know that every month my phone bill is paid. Of course Sam and Dean don't know any of this under Daddy's request command. . .thanks to Daddy they don't know a lot about me.
Dean took the pump out of the gas tank, "Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro-ball career. Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards." Dean shrugged jokingly and walked around to the car prompting me to push myself off the car and get inside.
"Yeah, and what names did you write on the application this time?" Sam retorted.
"Uh. . .Bert Aframian and his son, Hector. Scored two cards out of the deal." Dean got in the car with his snacks in hand.
"Sounds about right." Sam chuckled, "Ava, why is that you never get a card?" Dean looked over at me in question and all I could do was glance at him and then at my hands as I racked my brain for an answer.
I was silent for a moment, contemplating on how to answer. My entire life has been a constant routine of censoring and thinking before I answer. Itâs been tiring, "I'm not sure. I think Daddy wants me to stay as pure as possible for as long as possible."
Dean looked over at me raising his eyebrows with a smirk on his face, he snorted and responded, "yeah, cause you're such the princess. Wait till we find him ya little Gremlin.
"You know it Conehead." I teased back but inside I really was nervous about seeing Daddy again. You never knew what to expect from him and last he knew I was at 'Edna Aldin's Disciplinary School for Girls'.
Sam chuckled from the back, "Hey Dean? I swear man, you got to update your cassette-tape collection."
"Why?" Dean argued back looking at him through the rearview mirror.
"Well-for one they're cassette tapes." Sam said in a matter-of-fact tone. "And two-Black Sabbath, Motorhead, Metallica? It's the greatest hits of mullet rock." Sam said scrunching up his face in disapproval as I giggled to myself. I may not be a big fan of what Dean plays, on repeat, all the time, consistently but even I know him and Dad are no DJ's and not taking any request when it comes to music choices.
"What are you laughing at?" Dean questioned towards me.
"He has a point." I smirked back.
"You know what?" Dean said snatching his tapes from Sam. "House rules, driver picks the music, shotgun and backseat driver shuts their cake holes." Dean said in an equally matter-of-fact tone. Dean revved up his engine and sped out of the gas station without giving a second thought.
Dean was driving as 'A Gift to the World' by Loveless played while Sam and I were trying to find information that would actually be helpful to both the case and finding Daddy.
I heard Sam say a goodbye and then his phone shut and then he whispered to me to turn the music down. I turned it down as he spoke up, "alright, so there's no one matching dad at the hospital or morgue. So that's something, I guess."
"Check it out." Dean spoke up. We all looked to see a bridge that farther down had yellow tape across it. It was a crime scene and police officers were milling around. Dean pulled to the side of the road and parked, he reached in the glove compartment to get a box while I put my hair in a sensible ponytail and put on low heels that I had on the car floor, not only to make me look older but to also give me some sort of height. The boys were giants.
Dean pulled out three ID's and I looked over mine to see Federal Marshal and the name 'Stevie Benatar'. "Let's go."
As we got out of the car I said, "I don't understand why you guys won't give me a name like 'Tina Jackson' or 'Donna Houston'. If I'm listening to anyone from the 80's it would be them."
Sam and Dean chuckled both aware of the fact that I was proud of my skin color. Sometimes I think they forgot though. Dean looked at me and said, "I'll look into it."
We walked to the scene with our heads held high. It used to be difficult for me to go on hunts because I was so young and the boys wanted also to go on the hunts but I was too young to stay at a motel by myself. One would always stay behind for me though, I got most of my education from them. Both everything supernatural mostly from Dean and stuff like math and english mostly from Sam.
As we approached I heard what I assumed to be a Deputy call over the bridge, "Did you guys find anything?"
"No! Nothing!" someone responded.
The Deputy walked over to the car to speak to what I assumed to be a forensic expert who was observing in the car. They spoke to the Deputy and said, "No sign of struggle, no footprints, no fingerprints-spotless. It's almost too clean."
The Deputy sighed and said, "so this kid, Troy-he's dating your daughter, isn't he?"
"Yeah." the expert said solemnly.
"How's Amy doing?" the Deputy asked.
"She's been putting up missing posters downtown." he responded sadly.
The boys and I reached the crime scene and Dean spoke up to get their attention, "you fellas had another one like this just last month, didn't you?"
The Deputy rose up and looked at the three of us, "and who are you?"
"Federal Marshals." Dean smiled as he flashed his 'badge' not for too long to catch the faux-ness of it but not too short so as to draw suspicion.
"You three are a little young for Marshals, aren't you?" the Deputy said looking at me especially.
I smiled and batted my eyelashes, "thanks, that's awfully kind of you." The Deputy blushed and looked down at his shoes.
The way I understood hunting with my brothers was this way: Dean is muscle/bad cop, Sam is compassion/good cop, I'm hips and lips/interrogator. It doesn't matter how young you actually are in this business. It doesn't matter if you want to do it or not. You have to play your role. If you don't play the role you are given then everything goes to hell and that helps no one.
"You did have another one just like this, correct?" Dean questioned, walking around the car
The Deputy was still a little tentative about us but answered the question nevertheless, "Yeah, that's right, about a mile up the road. There have been others before that."
"So this victim-you knew him?" Sam asked.
"A town like this, everybody knows everybody." the Deputy shrugged.
"Is there any connection between the two victims besides that they're all men?" I asked walking behind the car, spotting a manila folder. I walked to the folder inconspicuously and saw that it was information on the victim and quickly slipped into my jacket holding the file and its contents with my arm.
"No. Not so far as we can tell." he answered as I walked back around the car closer to him.
"What's the theory?" Sam asked walking to stand next to Dean.
The Deputy shook his head, "honestly-we don't know-serial murder, kidnapping ring. . ."
"Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys." Dean said. I heard Sam step on his foot and Dean let out a grunt while all I could do was roll my eyes.
"Thank you for your time." Sam said quickly as he walked away leading Dean along, "Gentlemen." I gave a nod and smile to the Deputy and he gave me a smile back.
When we were far enough Sam let out a yelp as Dean smacked him on the back of the head, "Ow! What was that for?" He whisper-shouted.
"Why do you have to step on my foot?" Dean whisper-shouted back.
Sam responded back just as sassily like the little brother he was, "why do you have to talk to police like that?"
"Come on. They don't really know what's going on. We're all alone on this. I mean, if we're gonna find Dad, we've got to get to the bottom of this ourselves."
I interjected wanting to get away from the crime scene as quickly as possible, "Still doesn't excuse you. Come on, we gotta go." I said tugging on Dean's arm.
"Where's the fire?" Sam questioned chuckling.
"In my jacket." I muttered, when I caught sight of the Sheriff. I glanced up at Dean and turned towards the Sheriff.
"Can I help you all?" the Sheriff spoke in a gruff voice. His face was stern and looked rather suspicious but I couldn't tell much with the glasses that he had on.
I spoke up for us giving him a small smile, "no sir, we were just leaving."
The two agents behind the Sheriff walked past us and Dean nodded at them and greeted them, "Agent Mulder, Agent Scully." I had to fight myself to smack Dean in the back of his head
Dean, Sam, and I were walking down the streets of Jericho in search of more information about the town proceedings. As we walked I read the boys the file I swiped.
"All right, Troy Squire, age 16, born here, goes to Jericho High School, 140 pounds blah blah blah ok so basically a bunch of useless shit." I sighed closing the folder.
"There's really nothing interesting in there?" Sam asked as I handed him the folder.
"Less than that." I said tiredly. I looked over Samâs shoulder and said, "the kid was average. A's and B's, a C in Health class though." I made a face at that.
"How do you fail health class?" Sam questioned, his face resembling mine. We continued to walk down the street that was mostly empty when we spotted a girl stapling posters on to a wall.
"I betcha that's her." Dean said walking in her direction. "You must be Amy. Troy told us about you, we're his uncles and aunt. I'm Dean, this is Sammy, and that's Ava."
"He never mentioned you to me." Amy said glancing at us before going back to sticking up her posters.
"Well, that's Troy I guess. We're not around much, We're up in Modesto." Dean said passing the baton on to his next lie.
Sam spoke up, "so we're looking for him, too, and we're kind of asking around. . ."
A girl dressed in dark clothing and dark lipstick came up to Amy, "hey, are you okay?" they asked.
"Yeah," Amy responded shrugging.
I interjected, not wanting them to get cozy and run off, "Do you mind if we ask you a couple questions?"
"I was on the phone with Troy." Amy said, "he was driving home. He said he would call me back, and he never did." We were sat in a booth at a local diner, Amy and her friend on one side me, Dean and Sam pulled up a chair.
"He didn't say anything strange or out of the ordinary." Sam asked using his comforting voice.
"No, nothing I can remember."
"Here's the deal, ladies," I said splaying my hands on the table, "the way Troy disappeared-something's not right. So if there's anything that you can tell us. . ."
The girls looked at each other
"What is it?" Dean asked.
"Well, it's just-i mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk." The friend answered
"What do they talk about?" Sam and Dean asked in unison.
"It's kind of this local legend." She began, "this one girl, she got murdered out on Centennial like decades ago. Well, supposedly, she's still out there. She hitchhikes and whoever picks her up-well, they disappear forever." She ended with a shrug.Â
We were at the library trying to uncover who this mystery ghost is and Dean was typing but to no avail.
After about the tenth try, Sam grew impatient and I grew bored, "let me try." Sam said.
"I got it," Dean said stubbornly, but Sam had grown tired of waiting and pushed Deans chair out of the way, "dude. you're such a control freak." Dean said as he hit Sam's arm but Sam merely glanced at him.
"So angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?" Sam asked.
"Yeah." Dean and I answered.
"Maybe it's not murder." Sam suggested as he replaced murder with suicide in 'female suicide centennial highway', '"this was 1981. Constance Welch, 24 years old, jumps off Sylvania bridge, drowns in the river." Sam said finally
"Does it say why she did it?" Dean questioned
Sam scoffed, "Yeah." Dean looked at him and then the computer screen, "what?"
"An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back, they aren't breathing. Both die." Sam said quietly.
"'Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it,' said husband Joseph Welch" Sam said.
"That bridge look familiar to you guys?" Dean asked
A/N: agggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this took forever. I stayed up til 2 in the morning Monday trying to get a base down for it, forgot to post Tuesday then was too lazy to do it that night, and then decided to just edit today. It doesn't help that I'm on vacation with my grandparents and they wanted to go fishing (which I found out I totally suck at) but I finished so life is good.
SPOILER ALERT:
(i mean itâs okay if youâve already watched supernatural but youâve been warned) When Dean asks the girls âwhat is itâ I really wanted to be a bad writer and just burst out in: we have the check stubs from separate accounts.and guys it totally makes sense because Alex was having an affair and a woman in white only kills off guys who have had affairs so yeah.
As per usual, feedback is most gracious. This may only you a couple minutes to read but it takes me a week to write and sometimes I have to cram a weekâs worth of writing into two or three days so please let me know what I could work on because I want to know if this is any good or not.
Because I Didnât Post Yesterday Here Is A Draft That I Had From Part 1
"That's my cross to bear not yours." John responded tiredly
"You act as if isn't! Dean and I are more responsible for her than you ever have been. You say it's your problem not ours but you don't make it seem that way! I've looked after her more in the past day then you have in a month! You consistently send her away and she keeps coming back and it's like you don't even care for her. It doesn't seem like you care at all. Youâre not giving her much of the childhood that she deserves. It seems like you didn't even learn with Dean and I."
"Sam," Dean said sternly.
"No, Dean! It's like we're trying to move forward but we keep moving backwards. The only reason we hunt is because Mom died but nothing we kill is going to bring her back! It's like you're not even trying to move past her!" Sam argued with his father.
"Don't bring your mother into this!" John yelled, standing up quickly to defeat his beloved. "This isn't about her."
Sam startled awake in quick breaths. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath in an attempt to calm his breathing when he was disturbed by a soft scraping noise that sounded from the kitchen. He opened his eyes quickly again and looked over at his girlfriendâs sleeping form next to him before slipping out of bed.
He walked quietly to find the source of the noise with his hands balled in tight fists, prepared. As he walked he saw his window open not how he left it before and walked further into his living space.
He saw a shadow of a figure moving inside of his kitchen and worked in quick action and attacked the intruder from behind. Surprisingly the intruder worked in equal action with just as fast reflexes.
The pair were a mess of grunts and yells of frustration as they try to beat the other until finally the intruder had Sam on his back. In the moonlight Sam could finally get a good look at the intruder as his anger turned into shock.
âWoah, easy tiger, â the intruder smiled rather inappropriately.
âDean?â Sam asked incredulously in pants. Dean chuckled in confirmation at his little brother.
âYou scared the crap out of me.â Sam said through his breaths.
âThatâs âcause youâre out of practice.â Dean said matter-of-factly.
Sam frowned at this and made quick work of slamming his brother on the ground, making himself on top, to prove a point.
âOr not,â Dean chuckled, he tapped his brother twice and grumbled, âget off me.â
As the brothers got up Sam asked, âDean what the hell are you doing here?â It wasn't that he wasn't happy to see his big brother but they hadn't seen each other in almost four years.
âI was looking for a beer.â Dean smiled cheesily, shaking his brotherâs shoulders. Dean didn't give Sam the full answer and Sam knew it only furthering his suspicions.
âSam?â The light flickered on as a womanâs voice floated through the room. The two men looked over to see the newcomer. It was a girl with a Smurfâs crop top on and boxers. Sam looked unsurprised but Dean was looking at her like a dog in heat.
âJess, hey.â Sam spoke. âDean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica.â Dean was looking at Jess with a childish grin on his face appreciating her body unashamedly.
âWait. Your brother Dean?â Jess asked grinning as she walked closer. "What about your sister is she here too?"
Deanâs grin turned into a hard disapproving look that he fixed on Sam but directed his words to Jess, "as she would say 'ocupada'." Their sister was an off-topic subject no matter the person. Sam looked down at his feet and Dean put a faux smile on his face and turned back to Jess.
âI love the smurfs.â Dean grinned, gesturing at her shirt as if this was a casual and totally normal thing. âYou know, I gotta tell you, you are completely out of my brothers league.â Jess looked at the man with a smirk a rosy color seeming to paint her cheeks in the dim light.
âJust let me put something on.â Jess chuckled.
âNo, no. I wouldnât dream of it, seriously.â Dean said in complete seriousness. "Anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend over here, talk about some private family business, but nice meeting you." Dean said winking at his brother's girlfriend.
Jess gave a faux smile that resembled a grimace which Sam caught on to and immediately went to stand by her side and wrapped an arm around her waist, "no, no whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her."
"Ok," Dean said challengingly. âDad hasn't been home in a few days."
Sam breathed in deeply not really knowing what to expect to come out of his brother's mouth but that definetley wasnât it. Sam straightened his back presenting an aura of not really caring, "so he's working overtime on a "Miller Time" shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later."
"Let me rephrase," a voice from behind Jess and Sam. Sam immediately went to stand in front of Jess as Dean could only hang his head and shake it with an incredulous-sort-of-angry-chuckle. "Daddy's on a hunting trip and hasn't been home in a few days." The voice who spoke stepped into the light. It was a girl of only 14 but could easily pass for 18. She had big brown curly long hair and dark brown eyes. She had a rounded face but prominent cheekbones and was smirking at the three adults. She was clad in jeans and a blue-almost-green sweater and a pair of worn combat boots.
"Ava," Sam said in astonishment, he moved forward to hug the younger girl tightly. She was tentative at first, it being 3 years and two months since she had last seen him but soon a wave of need hit her. A need for her to have her big brother back.
"Hi Sammy," she whispered burying her face in his chest.
Sam released her a bit to look at her, "you've gotten so big."
And almost as if a light switch flicked on Avaâs original anger to her brother began to grow again this time stronger than she had felt from the past three years. It was so sudden it was almost like she wasnât smiling only mere moments before.
"You would've been there to see it if you hadn't left." She said pushing her brother away, immediately missing the warmth of his hugs but too hurt to return to him. Sam looked disappointed and watched as Ava went to stand next to her other brother who whispered something angrily to her, to which Ava responded with just as much fury.
"Jess, excuse us." Sam said quietly.
Ava was the first one out of the apartment without a word to Jess. She wasn't usually this rude as she was known for being the nicest Winchester.
She left the apartment the way that she came: out of the window and onto the fire escape. Ava hopped and climbed down the side of the building using the fire escape as merely a guide as she tried to beat her brothers to the bottom, using the agility and strength that she had developed as the years went by.
Ava was overcome by emotions from seeing her brother after years of wishing he'd come home. She had dreamt of the day when sheâd see him again, thinking they'd be a full family again. Her father would have finally gotten over his deceased wife, Dean would finally have settled down with a girl who'd preferably keep him in check. And Ava-well she would be alright.Â
Sam would come home and he'd be welcomed with open arms and he would hold Ava tightly and of course there would be tears but they'd be happy tears and everything would be ok. No demons, no rugaru's, no djinn. She thought that she would be happy to see him but that happiness didnât last very long and now she could only feel anger towards him.
Samâs return home was all a fantasy though, none of it being real or possible in the life that they lead but Ava was so consumed in thought and the idea of the fantasy that she slipped and fell as she reached the last bar.
The air left her lungs in a quick whoosh and she landed on the hard concrete. Pain shot up her arm and she knew it was broken. Crimson seeped through her sweater and Ava made quick work of placing her hand to her shoulder and taking in a deep breath. She applied pressure to the broken area grunting and shaking her head to try and rid herself of the pain.
âThe only way to heal, is to hurt first,â her mother's words echoed in her ears.Â
Ava whispered a healing incantation and felt her bones putting themselves back together which felt just as bad as them breaking. She felt her arm begin to heal but it was going to be sore for awhile. Ava picked herself up from the concrete because at the end of the day it's what she had to do and no one was going to do it for her.
Ava was sat atop the roof of the Impala when she heard the sound of a gate creak open and then the Samâs voice fill the street, "the weapon training and melting silver into bullets? Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors."
"So what are you gonna do? Are you just gonna live some normal, apple-pie life? Is that it?" Dean said rolling his eyes as he walked to the car
"No, not normal. Safe."
Ava scoffed under her breath, Dean looked at her with a look of incredulity as if to say 'can you believe this guy'.
Dean shook his head and looked at his brother, "And that's why you ran away."
"I was just going to college. It was dad who said if I was gonna go, I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing." Sam said matter-of-factly.
"Dad's in real trouble right now if he's not dead already. I can feel it. I can't do this by myself." Dean tried to reason.
"Yes you can.â Sam said. Dean was one of the best hunters in the country and he was only twenty-six.
Dean looked down at the ground and said, âYeah, well I donât want to.âÂ
âAva's a witch and you're a more than experienced hunter I'm sure you can handle it." Sam said with a hint of sass in his voice.
âAvaâs not staying.â Dean responded simply.
âYes, I am.â Ava defended herself
âYou thought.â Dean snorted.
Before Ava could respond Sam interjected, âDean Iâm not going with you. Youâre more than capable.â
Ava, finally fed up with Sam's bullshit interjected, "I know we've only been here for like thirty minutes but ever since we've gotten here you've had this condescending look on your face and it's really starting to piss me off, so drop it. You are going to say yes, you are going to pack a bag and you are going to listen to what Dean has to say so stop talking down on people like you know everything when you havenât been here to know shit." She said forcefully.
Ava was having mixed emotions towards her brother. After finally seeing him after so many years she had begun to resent his presence. The way she felt towards him, she didnât know if sheâd ever be able to forgive him.
The day Sam left, Ava didn't know what to do with herself. She had pleaded with John not to make him leave to no avail. Not only that but he left without saying goodbye.
The family had been staying in a motel on the outskirts of town as they worked a demon case. The case was supposed to be pretty easy, get in and get out but the demon always seemed to reappear. The men had been out fighting the demon, wanting to keep the youngest safe but she didn't like to be left behind. Ava managed to get a ride to the house where the demon had been pinpointed to and included herself in "the fight against the supernatural forces of evil".
At the time the demon had been taunting the men with the sounds of their loved ones. For Dean, it was Sam's voice. For Sam it was Ava's voice. For John it was Mary Winchester a voice he hadn't heard in years. John grew. . . excitable at the voice and lashed out but the demon had been possessing Ava at the time for she was too young to get the anti-possession tattoo and hadn't any other wards on her. John killed the demon for good but temporarily forgot the body of the demon and almost killed Ava in the process.Â
Ava lay writhing on the floor, bleeding out quickly and her brothers ran to her side to help their sister and try and stop the bleeding. John was in a state of shock at first but then tried to help his daughter and moved towards her but an angry yell and hard look from Sammy stopped in his tracks and left him in a continued state of wondering what he had just done.
The car ride had been in a tense silence since they left the deom house. Dean was speeding as fast as he could to the motel they were staying in to help their sister. Sam sat in the back with Ava's head in his lap keeping pressure on the wound and telling her everything would be ok as she faded in and out of consciousness. Dean kept looking at the pair in the back to make sure his baby sister was ok and sped up every time he found that her eyes were closed.
Ava had finally been patched up and was snoring in the bed, tired from the events of the day. Dean lay across the foot of Ava's bed with an arm over his face, making it seem like he was asleep but really was just contemplating the day. Sam stood by the window his brain moving a mile a minute. John, he hadn't moved or said anything since the family arrived at the motel, opting to stay out of it, trusting his sons to take care of his daughter
The room was silent, only the sounds of Ava's snoring filling the room until Sam blurted, "can I go to college?" it seemed as if he was talking to himself but the other men in the room heard. Dean sat up looking at his brother strangely while John's eyes snapped towards Sam.
"Why would you ask that?" John asked.
"Because I can't stick around and watch this any longer. I want a normal life and this is far from it." Sam said irritatedly.
"But it's for a purpose." John said in a questioning tone.
"What purpose? Avenge Mom? I don't believe in that anymore, I don't know if I ever did." Sam said quietly looking back out the window
"Sam, a soldier never walks off the battlefield." John said rising out of his chair
Sam scoffed, "Yeah, see well I'm not a soldier or at least I wasn't supposed to be."
John fixed his son with a steely gaze, "careful with what you say son-"
"Not in front of Ava?â Sam questioned cutting his father off. âYou almost killed her and yet you haven't said a single thing or done a single thing since we've gotten here, I thought you didn't care for her.."
"I assumed you didn't want my help." John said quieting his tone rather embarrassedly..
"It doesn't matter if I want your help or not, you weren't there for her. Why?!â
"Iâve told you why before; for your mother" John sighed sitting back down.
"No! You can't keep using mom as an excuse." Sam stormed to John and slammed his hand on the table, red with anger. "You almost killed Ava and you haven't said a single thing not even an apology."
"What do you want me to say, Sam?"
"For starters, why we were there? You drove like a madman across the country for a demon that wasn't even doing anything."
"I got a lead on what happened to your mother." John began to rub his forehead with his hand, growing tired of the conversation.
"And we are back to square one." Sam said throwing his hands in the air and rolling his eyes, "It always leads back to mom and you don't seem to care who gets hurt in the process of you trying to avenge mom."
"I do care about-"
"Then why didn't you stop yourself before you stabbed Ava." Sam asked in a malicious tone.
"That was an accident-" John tried to reason. He did love his daughter and he never thought he'd arrive to a day where he had to explain that he did.
"One that you haven't done anything to attone for." Sam shouted back.
John was angry at this point and fed up with his son, "I'm sorry! Is that want you want to hear?"
"Sorry, won't save her life." Sam said angrily.
"Sammy?" Ava croaked.
"We do all this to 'avenge mom' but nothing we do is going to bring her back and I am so sick and tired of it. You put all of our lives in danger without even thinking first. Ava's only 10 and already she's killed more, than most adults. Every wendigo, every demon you think is going to lead you to answers about mom's death. Mom's gone! There is nothing you can do to bring her back! Mom's gone and she isn't coming back!" Sam yelled
"If you don't like the life I lead then leave." John said finally.
"Dad. . ." Sam said, a hint of fear crept through his voice.
"No you brought this on yourself Sam. Since you don't feel the need to find out what happened to your mother, since you can't respect the way I live my life you need to leave." John said with his voice void of emotion. He stared right at his youngest boy and spoke his words clearly and firmly
Ava tried to yell but it came out as a hoarse whisper, "Daddy no!"
"Be quiet, Ava," John said in a stern voice not taking his eyes off of Sam.
"Dad, don't do this." Dean said quieter trying to reason with their father, he had been watching from the start of the conversation but felt the need to interject now. He didnât want to be without his brother.
"Are you staying or are you going to go." John challenged Sam, ignoring Dean. It wasnât much of a question.
The boy stared at his father, challenging the other. Both of them, in simple terms, are Alphas. Both strong-willed and prideful, two Alphas can't exist in the same space together. It's either one or the other. It was a fight for territory and neither would budge until:
"Fine," Sam spoke. It wasn't a show of conforming to the other Alpha, it was him deciding to find his own way of life. John was slightly taken aback, surprised that his son would decide to leave, but in a way he had caused this. He gave him an ultimatum, one that changed the family forever.
"No!" Ava tried to shout. "Don't do this! Sammy please." She tried to go to him but her wound made it impossible for her to do so, stumbling and falling towards him but Dean caught her around the waist. He held her back, being mindful of the wound but watching in astonishment as Sam packed his bag. He too wanted to go to his brother but he didn't know what his Dad would say.
"I love you, Ava." He didn't give her a hug, he didn't even give her a kiss, he wouldn't even make eye contact with her as he grabbed his bag and stuffed a few of his belongings in his bag, blocking out her cries and pleas for him to stay.
Sam made eye contact with Dean, nodding at him in a silent conversation between the two with Sam saying 'look after her' and Dean with an 'I will' and sort of 'be safe'.
Sam looked at his father one more time who had his back turned to them. Sam walked through the room with his bag in hand, passing his father as he did so. His fathers eyes training after his back and flitting away when Sam turned around to close the door behind him ignoring Ava's angry cries to Dean to let her go in the mixtures of 'please don't go, Sammy'.
That was the last time Sam had seen any of them.
Ava had been furious with John ever since but the way John saw it, it didn't matter if she loved him or hated him as long as she respected him. Dean had become her go to person since then but he was never the same as Sammy.
Sam looked at his younger sister trying to catch her eye, but her burst of anger left her internalizing everything, so she sat staring at her hands playing with her rings.
Sam cleared his throat and looked at his feet before looking at Dean who flitted his eyebrows and smirked. "What was he hunting?" Sam asked.
Sam left to pack a bag and say goodbye to Jess and by that time the engine was running and Dean and Ava sat waiting.
"Can I sit in the front Ava?" Sam asked tentatively.
"No," Ava said harshly and simply.
"But it's-it's gonna be cramped for me back there." Sam stuttered. He wasn't used to seeing his little sister like this. It hurt him to leave her, but he never thought to think just how much it would hurt her.
Ava looked Sam in the eye and seethed, "deal with it." Sam blushed under her stare it was so steely and so broken that Sam had no response as he moved to get in the back seat.
A/N: So this part is mainly focused on Sam and how he fits into Avaâs life and itâs not as much Ava as I would have liked it too have been but just like any other story her character has to develop over time. Also, Iâm writing this as I go so if it seems a little slow or my updates are attempted regularity just know I will get to it and I am doing my best. Honestly props to me though because I started writing this part on Friday and itâs Monday and my weekend was swamped so HA. Anywho, I hope you all enjoy it and if there are any questions comments or concerns or want to be tagged feel free to message me!
yeahhhh long day, early morning. now that iâm thinking about the schedule that I tried to make up for this story I might have to rethink that. . .
s1:e1 - part 1 will be up tomorrow at like 8 p.m. . .i think. itâll definitely be complete by then but wiffy is a situation. iâll post the teaser for part 2 as well tomorrow since iâm behind schedule :)
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 sonâs 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 didnât 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-
This is a great start! This story could really go somewhere and Iâm excited to read more. I donât usually read OCs, but this was really cool. Thanks for tagging me! Could you tag me in future parts too?
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. Iâm really trying with it because Iâm just bubbling with ideas. Iâve always liked the idea of a Winchester sibling but in my image (P.O.C.). Thereâs a major under-representation of P.O.C. in the internet/fanfiction/imagine world or even just world in general and Iâm trying to just fix that tear in the universe as much as I can. Everything Iâve written my oc has always been a P.O.C. Youâre probably thinking that she canât be a P.O.C. if John Winchester is her dad. NOT TRUE! :) Her mom is African-American. I know sheâs 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 donât then I can untag you and you donât ever have to speak of this. x.
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