All That Matters, (2/?), [R], DeanOC~SamOC~Bobby, AUS6
Title: All That Matters (2/?)
Rating: R
Genre: Gen, Rom, Drama, Action, Sup
Characters/Pairings: Sam(oc), Dean(oc), Bobby, Cas- other original characters present
Summary: Ava didn't always dream of being a hunter, but it was her destiny according to the Heavens. Now- her family all taken from her forever- she carries on her reckless attitude as she presses on with the 'family business'. What she doesn't expect is to find are two brothers who care very much about what happens to her. And she'll come to learn that sometimes family isn't always blood.
Warnings: AU Season 6 - Contains some spoilers for those not up to date.
Word Count: 2302 (give or take)
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters.
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Bobby had been extremely quiet for the past three days. Not even a peep for hours at a time. I imagined that Kendra told him the particular's of my run in with Nicodemus. He was still upset to say the least. He had Sam researching for more information revolving around that certain vampire for two days straight. I was correct in my assumption that the clan had fled shortly after I was brought to Bobby's. On top of everything else, I had almost gone hoarse telling Sam everything I knew about folklore, urban legends, and fairy tales. Every once in a while I would notice Dean standing in the door way of the parlor watching and listening intently. He was hard to read sometimes- acting as if he didn't care about the history of it all. As I was telling Sam about the 'true' story of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, Dean was smirking. He leaned against the door frame holding a cup of coffee, his free hand shoved into his pocket of his worn jeans listening carefully with an amused look on his face. Sam seemed fascinated that I knew so much, but the truth was that I had learned everything from my mother. She was brilliant when it came to history.
I let Sam go and on about the things that he thought was true and not true. I corrected here and there as he rambled. He was correct about most things, of course, Sam was very intelligent to begin with. In the short time of three days, I had come to learn that he went to Stanford for a bit. I found myself jealous at the thought. He had a normal life for a small period of time. There was a certain unspoken sadness in his eyes though that led me to believe the circumstances of his leaving Stanford were not the best. That and the fact that Dean become unnaturally quiet as Sam reminisced about his college days…that threw a big hint.
"I can see the Brothers Grimm being hunters. It makes so much sense."
I smiled at Sam's excitement of my revelation and stood up slowly, "I think that's enough lessons for one day class."
Sam laughed at me and Dean snorted, "You can tell she's older Sammy. She's a bit bossy- you think?"
I shook my head regretting telling them my age only to discover that I was a couple of months older than 'Sammy'. I patted Dean on the shoulder as I passed him, "You will still reach forty before us Dean."
His smirk fell. Sam and I both laughed, happily. Something hunters don't do often.
Bobby burst through the door then and startled us all. He slammed the door and practically stomped to his room like a five year old. I shifted my eyes to Dean and he met them with question. He started to open his mouth and the front door burst open once more revealing my uncle. Of course. Usually whenever Bobby was pissed it was my Uncle Shawn's fault. Well, the majority of the time.
"Where's the asshole?" Shawn yelled as he slammed the door back into its original position. He stumbled into the living room and then quickly turned losing his balance almost as he looked into the living area and then behind Dean and I.
Dean's face hardened, "And who are you addressing bub?"
Shawn cold blue eyes shifted toward me. It was a shame that my father and my uncle shared the same striking blue eyes plus the same blood line. I never much cared for him. He had to drag Kendra everywhere she didn't belong. Hunts and places she didn't even want to go on. She, however, fit the part of 'hunter'. She compared to Dean while I compared to Sam. I sometimes wished she was even my sister, so I could protect more properly.
"You….you screwed everything up."
"Excuse me?" I straightened as much as my stitches would allow. A few more weeks and these would be gone. I could finally move on. Shawn stepped closer, his grimy finger pointed at me, the smell of whiskey on his breath. He was disgusting.
Dean moved in front of me, his arms crossed, coffee mug abandoned somewhere. I felt a bit offended to think that he thought I couldn't take care of myself. I could fight my battles, maybe not at the moment, but I could. "I asked…who are you addressing?"
Shawn stood straighter, "You tell that shit of man that I will be back to get what's mine."
I stepped to the side so that I could see. Dean wasn't exactly short. Shawn's eyes connected with mine and I thought I saw a flash of something sweep over them. I scrunched my eyes in confusion and he spoke with a low growl in his voice, "Your parents are better off dead than knowing that you're settling with some demon lovers."
Everything else in that sentence didn't register. The only thing that registered was- 'parents are better off dead'. I pushed around Dean and punched him square in the jaw. My efforts prevailed somewhat, but only because he was half drunk. He fell back into the wall and landed with a thud on the floor. His eyes flamed as he struggled to get up. I grabbed my side as pain shot threw me. Dean slid his arm around the right side of my waist. "Sam!"
Sam was there instantly blocking Shawn from me. I looked down and saw blood already staining my blue t-shirt. Wonderful. Dean led me back to couch. I could hear Sam struggling to get him out the door. Dean left momentarily to Sam I assume. I honestly wasn't concerned with that because the burning in my side was making tears form in my eyes. I heard a dull ring form in my ears. I shook my head as I felt a tingle rise slowly through my back then suddenly I felt nothing but ice inflame my wound. I shivered in response as it passed just as quickly as it came. Dean was back lifting my shirt without asking pressing a beige colored towel to my side. He shook his head frustrated, "You shouldn't have punched him. Ripped half of these out."
"It was worth it," I said feeling my head swim. I closed my eyes. Dean told Sam to get the kit. I didn't want anymore stitches to be honest, but couldn't find the will to voice my opinion. I didn't want to hunt either. I wanted to be done with this bullshit and have a real life. A real life that didn't involve me bleeding every other day.
"I didn't realize you were left handed," Dean said quietly trying to make conversation. I took a breath and opened my eyes. His green eyes, I found, were concerned. This struck me as odd. No one had ever showed concern except Bobby. I had know Bobby for year though. I hadn't even known Dean more than 72 hours and here he wanted to be my protector. I didn't need a protector. I was just fine on my own.
"My mom was too," I said simply.
I could hear Bobby and Sam whispering harshly in the kitchen. My presence here seemed to be causing problems for everyone. If I had anywhere else to go- I would. Dean nodded, "You'll have to teach me that left hook."
I met his eyes, they were bright with amusement. I smiled, forgetting my annoyance for him protecting me. I then looked down at his hands and took in how strong they seemed. Why wouldn't you want him protecting you? My heart clenched at the thought, but left just as quickly as the thought of what happened to my brother popped in my head without warning, "I'll hold the towel."
He hesitated and then removed his blood stained hands. "Thank you…for stepping in Dean."
He nodded in response as he pushed himself off the floor allowing Sam to step in. He turned from the doorway and watched for a second. He looked conflicted, sad that I had pretty much made him leave. And it was for his own good. I met his eyes just as he swallowed looking down. He quickly turned and left. This was technically a good thing. Getting attached to me would just get him killed in the end.
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Bobby never mentioned what it was that my Uncle Shawn wanted. Whatever it was though scared me. If he wanted it that bad…what would he do to get it? More importantly- what the hell was it? I had spent the past few days trying to rack my brain thinking of things that Shawn could have lent him. Nothing came up. I even asked Bobby a few times which led to him snapping at him and telling me I should mind my own damn business. Sam was in the room at the time and was a bit shell-shocked to say the least. When Sam spoke up- Bobby told him to go to hell. Unfortunately, Bobby had forgotten one thing…he had.
After that the house was…odd. No one spoke to one another. If we did speak to one another, it was to snap at them for something. We were all on edge. Our nerves were amped up by a billion points. The events that really stuck out in my head. Yesterday morning Dean burnt himself on the stove, picked up a glass in frustration and chunked it at the wall sending it into a thousand pieces. My thoughts- Holy Shit…what an arm. Granted that wasn't the reaction that 'normal' people have, but it was mine. He cleaned it up silently a few hours later with his face red from embarrassment. I decided not to help because I assumed it would only add to his situation.
Sam had an episode similar to Dean's yesterday also. He was carrying a stack of books down the stairs- haphazardly I might add- he slipped on the bottom step and the motion sent the books flying. In his rage he kicked the wall in the foyer…which now had a very large hole above the trim. That in turn put Bobby in a rage. He began 'throwing' books at Sam. Dean had to break them up. To be honest I had no clue what was going on. Maybe I was actually cursed as my uncle had told me when my brother died. I had kept my distance from the males of the house. Sam and Bobby were still fuming at one another today. Dean was no where to be found. At the moment, he seemed to be the only sane one that didn't show signs of 'cabin fever'.
"You know where Dean is?"
"How the hell should I know? Do I look like his fuckin' babysitter?" Sam spat out at him. My eyes widened a bit in shock. His eyes dangerously dark in anger. I noticed something…something flashed through them. Just like with Shawn's. I felt my cheeks heat and my head tingle. My face hardened at the thought, How dare he speak to me like that!
I found myself picking up an antique ashtray off of the table in the hallway and hurling it at him as I screamed, "You're an asshole!"
I turned quickly before hearing the glass item crash. Sam was cussing, throwing things- I needed to get out of here. I practically ran out the backdoor. I ran my hand through my hair trying to calm myself down, never…never have I felt this angered…about something so small. My ears perked at the pinging sound- I turned toward the garage. My veins felt on fire. Dean was underneath my jeep, tools spread out all around him, bottles of oil in a stack beside the tire. I felt my eyes drift down next to the porch where a piece of lead piping had been discarded. I bent down slowly, picked it up and griped it tightly. No one messed with anything of mine.
I could hear a hissing noise start in my ears. It sounded like a whisper of something on the wind, extremely faint. I walked heavily towards my green jeep. My task at hand, literally. The bastard doesn't think I can take care of myself. He thinks you're a child Ava. I growled at the thought. My eyes twitched as I moved the pipe to my right hand and hit his foot hard with my boot.
He jumped underneath the vehicle and then there was a loud bang. He had hit his head I assume. I smirked at the thought, but it quickly faded, "What the hell are you doing?"
He slid out quickly rubbing his forehead…eyes suddenly moving from me to the lead pipe in my hand cautiously. "Ava?"
"I asked you a question jerk off…what the hell are you doing to my Jeep?"
I griped the pipe tighter. The hissing noise louder now. I could make out the words finally. Kill. Kill. Kill. I shook my head feeling disoriented. His eyes wide as he reached for his gun lying beside the right tire. His eyes flashed red. I could see it now. Something was wrong with us. Kill. It didn't matter what I thought…because all I could see was rage. I felt my whole body twitch. Kill him Ava.I raised the pipe back and started to charge forward but the shot that rang out made me pause with confusion. I felt the heat in my veins train away. The twitching stopped suddenly. The whispers in my ears began to fade away. I blink a few times before I looked up at my lead pipe and down at Dean's gun.
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