All That Matters, (3/?), [R], DeanOC~SamOC~Bobby, AUseason 6
Title: All That Matters (3/?)
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: 2823
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters.
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When I pause to think of all the close calls I've had with death…the pausing was extremely long. In fact, by the time I was fourteen, I had already died once. And this close call wasn't really a close call at all, but an actual death experience. After being tossed across the room by a vengeful ghost…my heart stopped for exactly five minutes. Technically…I should have brain damage. Or maybe I did have brain damage because if I was as smart as I thought myself to be- I would have quit this hunting crap long ago. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. Which brings me to recall all of the times I've been tied to a chair? After adding this particular time into the equation…three.
I awoke to yelling…no, maybe more like shouting. The kind of shouting that was the spawn from a horn off of a train and then a tea kettle going off at the same time…over an intercom. Then maybe add a hangover to it. Yes, sounded about right. My head was killing me. I slowly opened my eyes fearing what the light may do to my retinas. I felt my jaw slack a bit as I took in my 'predicament' or 'our' predicament rather. The four of us were tied to chairs that were placed in a circle. Wonderful. Dean, who sat directly across from me, his anger filled eyes focused on me. I ignored him and continued to study our surroundings. We were still in Bobby's house, the study to be exact. On the floor, there was some kind of creepy circle design that was formed around us. Whoever had done so had used salt. So, long story short- we were either one of three things.
1. A sacrifice.
2. In a circle of protection.
3. Or I was referring back to option number one. This meant…we were shit out of luck.
"Nice to see you awake princess," Dean snorted.
Sam groaned, "God, you are such an asshole."
Dean narrowed his eyes at him, "What was that demon boy?"
Why did people keep calling him 'demon' boy? I moaned feeling my head pound. Did they seriously not have a headache?
Bobby sighed heavily, "Would both of you five year olds shut the hell up!"
"What's going on?" I asked tugging against the ropes harshly. My shoulder suddenly started throbbing. My eyes widened in horror as I took in the blood soaking my shirt. I felt my cheeks heat as I shot a deathly gaze at Dean, "You shot me! You fucking shot me!"
"Hey you were about to brain me with that damn pipe! Beside I 'grazed' you. Big difference sweetheart."
Sweetheart? I'll show him sweetheart. I struggled against my ropes despite the pain in my wrists. I was going to kill him. "You could have killed me."
"Trust me, if I was aiming to kill. I would have," he leaned forward with a smartass smirk on his face. I growled as I tried to pull my legs free. "I never miss my target."
"You couldn't even find the damn target if it was glued to your humungous nose!"
"Hey!"
There was a sudden whoosh of air. I froze in place as the man with a beige trench coat sat a bag of something down on the desk. He just 'appeared' out of thin air. The men seemed unfazed by this. No one thought this to be…weird?
"Good to see you are all awake." He spoke flatly sounding like he honestly didn't care. Who the hell?
"What the hell Cas?" Dean yelled as he struggled with his ropes. Sam began pulling at his too. Bobby stared at Sam with a murderous look on his face. "Untie us. This is ridiculous!"
Cas or whoever the hell he was said, no. "I'm afraid I can't do that."
"Hey, I don't know who you are or what you want…" I began but trailed off as he whipped his head back around in my direction. His face was stern, unforgiving, reminding me of some murderer.
"I am Castiel, an angel of…"
Dean interrupted, "Of the Lord, on an impossible mission, a lone ranger…yea yea. Why can't you untie us?"
Sam growled, "Seriously Cas…after all we've done for you."
Castiel looked around and mumbled something about an amulet then disappeared.
"Oh my God…he really is an angel."
"A dead one," Bobby said lowly.
Sam laughed loudly. His eyes flashed red, "Finally something we agree on."
I was aware that demons were real, but never considered the possibility of angels. Never. If so, where had my 'guardian' angel been this whole entire time while my family was being slaughtered like cattle? There was another swoosh as the reappearing, disappearing Cas brightened the room with his cheerful presence. Between Bobby and Sam arguing, throwing profanities back and forth like it was candy, and then, Dean staring as if he's trying to set me on fire…I really wish Dean would have aimed better.
"The Amulet of Rameign, it's used to protect from evil. Your uncle found it, unfortunately, it was cursed by the demon Shadin. Instead of protecting from evil it makes it grow. Any evil you have…inside…it amplifies it." That's why you want to kill one another."
That's what Shawn was trying to do. Bobby must have taken the amulet. The men paused in their banter and Dean stared at Cas before blinking rapidly.
"I arrived in time before Bobby could stab Sam. It was barely enough time to change the bullet's direction. You would have died for certain."
I met Castiel's eyes a split second before he turned away digging through his black leather bag. He started setting things out on the desk. We were all silent. I could feel Dean's eyes on me. He had meant to kill me, but the lone ranger stopped him. To him, I was thankful. Of course, the thing was…I tried to kill Dean too. Some curse. One that makes you go crazy.
"What about my uncle?"
"He's fine. He wasn't in its presence very long." He mumbled.
I sniffed, feeling relief wash over me. I caught Dean's eyes. He was watching me closely. I cut my eyes away from him toward Bobby, "You took it?"
"It…called to me." Bobby said softly. "You wouldn't understand kid."
I'm sure I could if he explained it, but obviously he felt bad enough about the issue. I didn't press any further. Cas was moving around us setting things on the ground, pouring some kind of liquid on the salt. He placed the amulet on the floor in the center of us. I felt my cheeks burning again. Dean cleared his throat, "God, I feel so pissed right now. That normal?"
"It's the amulet's pull. You feel anger. Sam feels power. Bobby feels revenge. Ava feels…"
I cut my eyes toward him, wordlessly telling him to stop. He did. Suddenly changing the subject, "You have to make amends. It is part of the ritual."
"Make amends?" Dean said confused as his eyes focused on the amulet. He was struggling with his bonds.
"Apologize to one another jack ass," Bobby spat out with a roll of his eyes.
"Never were the smart one, where you Dean?" Sam said bitterly. Brothers.
"I'll go first," I said quickly. I just wanted to get out of here. I wanted to be untied. I wanted to be away from everyone.
Castiel nodded, "Apologize to those you've offended."
Seriously? Even if what we said was true? Sam shook his head, "This is stupid."
"Dean...I didn't want to kill you." I closed my eyes. This was stupid. Just apologize and then you'll be done. "I'm sorry for the way I acted…towards you all."
Defeat is what I felt, but at the same time I felt…release. The amulet started glowing red. "Huh. Guess it's working."
Bobby nodded quickly, "Yea…I'm sorry too guys. Sam…I…didn't mean the hell remark."
Sam cast his eyes away as he affirmed his apology with a slow nod, "I know. I apologize for my actions as well. I'll even fix the whole in the wall."
Bobby laughed and Sam smiled. I could feel the pressure in the room start to weaken as the amulet glowed an even brighter red. I could see the light radiating off of the guys faces. Almost. All three of us stared at Dean. His eyes were still on the amulet. Never wavering as he spoke, "I never wanted…you guys are the only family that I have. I never meant to hurt any of you. Ya'll know that."
He laughed bitterly. The room was quiet for a few moments longer. Was that his apology? Would that even work? Bobby and Sam shifted their gaze to Castiel. He stood silent, solemn, still watching Dean. Maybe he wasn't finished. "I'm sorry."
The red light flashed white suddenly and I felt a breeze sweep around us as the room shook. Our ropes fell off of us instantly. I rubbed my wrists gingerly before looking at my shoulder. It stung as blood slowly rolled down my arm and dripped slowly off of my arm. I had a puddle forming underneath the chair, maybe that was why I had a headache. Blood loss. Wonderful, more freaking stitches. Sam was there beside me checking my shoulder. He looked over at Castiel then back at me, "Cas, do you mind?"
I turned my head just in time to see him put his hand on my shoulder, before I could protest there was a surge of energy that invaded my body. My skin seemed to tingle as he pulled his hand away, "Both wounds are healed."
"Healed?" I pulled the sleeve of my t-shirt up, no injury. My eyes widened in surprise. Wow. I pulled the side of my shirt up over my stomach. There wasn't a gash, no stitches, no scar. I smiled as I turned around, "Thank you…"
He was gone.
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My dad once told me that there were things in this world that I wouldn't understand. Then he proceeded to show me the boogey man that lived in my closet was real. I was six. I remember that day like it was yesterday, my protective dad standing in front of me as he poured a salt line in front of the door trapping the creature. I would never forget the way my mom scolded him after he showed me.
'She's gotta' learn sometime Sharlene.'
'Seriously Greg? By scaring the crap out of her? Great parenting skills.'
My brother laughed at me for crying and then explained to me that our family was special. I believed him. As it turned out 'special' wasn't quite the word my mom used. She said that we were cursed. Dad laughed when she said 'cursed' and then proceeded with, 'You mean doomed right honey?'
My mom and dad met when they were just teenagers. Their families would hunt together sometimes during the year. The Martin's and the Swallow's. They used to make jokes about the family motto when we were children, 'Two birds of a feather flock together.' That was so long ago…it almost seemed like ancient history.
I held my silver necklace in my hands as I sat on the front porch staring at the sunset, I was leaving tomorrow morning. My wounds were healed thanks to the lone ranger and I was ready to break out of this joint. I loved Bobby, but he was beginning to drive me insane. The Winchester's hadn't been any better. Sam was bombarding me with questions as much as he could before I left. I was tired of talking about the supernatural though. Dean had avoided me like the plague. Either he was still a bit upset with me or just ashamed he shot me. Either one, didn't matter, by this time tomorrow I wouldn't be here. I turned my attention back to my necklace running my thumb over the delicate groves. A simple sterling silver chain with a bird frozen in time, its wings spread as if soaring. My parents had given it to me for my eighteenth birthday.
When I was sixteen, I had been complaining about moving, as always. We were about to pick up and move again, but I wanted a normal life. I was about to win the vote for head cheerleader. Some of the cutest boys in school were showing interest in me. I was so mad about moving that I threw a fit, like some preteen. I had been so selfish then.
'I hate this family. I wish I wasn't your daughter!'
I still remember the hurt that flowed out of my father's eyes as he gave a short nod and walked away. We didn't move. I had won that small battle. We stayed for another two years.
'Happy birthday baby bird,' my dad said cheerfully as he handed me a petite box. I opened the small turquoise box to reveal a beautiful silver bird soaring. Its wings spread as far as they would allow. My heart ached in my chest. I wish I could be like that bird, I thought.
'We thought it was appropriate for you. You are such a free spirit Ava Adele.' My mother kissed me on the cheek before taking the necklace from me gently and placing it on my neck. A 'caged' free spirit, I thought.
Eleven days later, they were killed. Three months later, Aaron and I packed up and left. I had never felt so guilty in my life. If we had moved- would my parents still be alive? I pulled my sweater closer to me feeling the night air settling in.
"Hey…"
I swallowed back tears quickly and produced a smile as I looked up at Dean, "Hey."
He sat down beside me on the porch stairs as the sun began to slowly fade. His arms resting on his knees, strong hands holding onto his beer bottle as his eyes watched me rub the necklace. I glanced at him and then back down. "Birthday present from my parents. It's pretty much the last thing I have left."
It fell quiet between us. I could faintly smell beer on the breeze. I assumed that this wasn't his first beer tonight. There was a smell of bacon that seemed to shadow the alcohol and I quickly decided that a bacon sandwich would make me the happiest woman in the world. My stomach growled in agreement. I laughed softly, "Sorry. I'm starving. I haven't really eaten anything all day."
"I'm sorry for shooting you." He blurted out quickly ignoring my previous statement. It became clear why he wasn't speaking to me now. He was ashamed. I shook my head in protest, "Dean, you've already apologized. That stupid amulet…"
He stopped me, "No, seriously, evil thoughts or not. I…I could have killed you. I should have had better control."
I remained silent letting him have his moment of self pity. He always took responsibility, even if there was nothing for him to be sorry for. I could see there was no point in arguing with him. Another gust of wind blew sending a shiver through my body and I picked up another scent. His shampoo or after shave…something. He smelled amazing. You're leaving tomorrow Ava. Stop it.
"You know, being a hunter wasn't always my plan." He turned his head to study me as I pressed on, "But now…I feel like it's the only thing I'm good at."
I heard him swallow and I looked back down at my necklace. 'Time to go baby bird.' I could hear my father say softly.
"Know the feelin'." Dean mumbled as he lifted the bottle to his lips. I smiled a bit as I nodded, of course he would understand. I sighed and put my necklace back on. Tomorrow was a new day. My mom always said, 'It's a new adventure Ava. Smile.' She was always so optimistic.
"Come with us." I snapped my head toward Dean. I thought I hadn't heard him correctly at first. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion. I pulled my sweater closer to me and crossed my arms as another chill swept through me. He repeated with a smirk, "Come with us. Me and Sammy."
I laughed out loud then. He didn't laugh with me. He just held a smirk that made his eyes sparkle in the drowning sun. I sat there and stared in awe at this stranger before me who had just tried to kill me. Instead of what a normal person would do- which was run away, quickly. I smiled. I felt like I could trust him. "Okay."
He grinned, "Awesome."
He jumped up and yelled as he stepped heavily back inside, "Sammy, she said yes. Help her move her crap."
Bobby hollered, "Thank God."
I grinned brightly as I turned my attention back to the nonexistent sunset. Oh boy.
'It's a new adventure Ava. Smile.'
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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: 2823
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters.
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When I pause to think of all the close calls I've had with death…the pausing was extremely long. In fact, by the time I was fourteen, I had already died once. And this close call wasn't really a close call at all, but an actual death experience. After being tossed across the room by a vengeful ghost…my heart stopped for exactly five minutes. Technically…I should have brain damage. Or maybe I did have brain damage because if I was as smart as I thought myself to be- I would have quit this hunting crap long ago. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. Which brings me to recall all of the times I've been tied to a chair? After adding this particular time into the equation…three.
I awoke to yelling…no, maybe more like shouting. The kind of shouting that was the spawn from a horn off of a train and then a tea kettle going off at the same time…over an intercom. Then maybe add a hangover to it. Yes, sounded about right. My head was killing me. I slowly opened my eyes fearing what the light may do to my retinas. I felt my jaw slack a bit as I took in my 'predicament' or 'our' predicament rather. The four of us were tied to chairs that were placed in a circle. Wonderful. Dean, who sat directly across from me, his anger filled eyes focused on me. I ignored him and continued to study our surroundings. We were still in Bobby's house, the study to be exact. On the floor, there was some kind of creepy circle design that was formed around us. Whoever had done so had used salt. So, long story short- we were either one of three things.
1. A sacrifice.
2. In a circle of protection.
3. Or I was referring back to option number one. This meant…we were shit out of luck.
"Nice to see you awake princess," Dean snorted.
Sam groaned, "God, you are such an asshole."
Dean narrowed his eyes at him, "What was that demon boy?"
Why did people keep calling him 'demon' boy? I moaned feeling my head pound. Did they seriously not have a headache?
Bobby sighed heavily, "Would both of you five year olds shut the hell up!"
"What's going on?" I asked tugging against the ropes harshly. My shoulder suddenly started throbbing. My eyes widened in horror as I took in the blood soaking my shirt. I felt my cheeks heat as I shot a deathly gaze at Dean, "You shot me! You fucking shot me!"
"Hey you were about to brain me with that damn pipe! Beside I 'grazed' you. Big difference sweetheart."
Sweetheart? I'll show him sweetheart. I struggled against my ropes despite the pain in my wrists. I was going to kill him. "You could have killed me."
"Trust me, if I was aiming to kill. I would have," he leaned forward with a smartass smirk on his face. I growled as I tried to pull my legs free. "I never miss my target."
"You couldn't even find the damn target if it was glued to your humungous nose!"
"Hey!"
There was a sudden whoosh of air. I froze in place as the man with a beige trench coat sat a bag of something down on the desk. He just 'appeared' out of thin air. The men seemed unfazed by this. No one thought this to be…weird?
"Good to see you are all awake." He spoke flatly sounding like he honestly didn't care. Who the hell?
"What the hell Cas?" Dean yelled as he struggled with his ropes. Sam began pulling at his too. Bobby stared at Sam with a murderous look on his face. "Untie us. This is ridiculous!"
Cas or whoever the hell he was said, no. "I'm afraid I can't do that."
"Hey, I don't know who you are or what you want…" I began but trailed off as he whipped his head back around in my direction. His face was stern, unforgiving, reminding me of some murderer.
"I am Castiel, an angel of…"
Dean interrupted, "Of the Lord, on an impossible mission, a lone ranger…yea yea. Why can't you untie us?"
Sam growled, "Seriously Cas…after all we've done for you."
Castiel looked around and mumbled something about an amulet then disappeared.
"Oh my God…he really is an angel."
"A dead one," Bobby said lowly.
Sam laughed loudly. His eyes flashed red, "Finally something we agree on."
I was aware that demons were real, but never considered the possibility of angels. Never. If so, where had my 'guardian' angel been this whole entire time while my family was being slaughtered like cattle? There was another swoosh as the reappearing, disappearing Cas brightened the room with his cheerful presence. Between Bobby and Sam arguing, throwing profanities back and forth like it was candy, and then, Dean staring as if he's trying to set me on fire…I really wish Dean would have aimed better.
"The Amulet of Rameign, it's used to protect from evil. Your uncle found it, unfortunately, it was cursed by the demon Shadin. Instead of protecting from evil it makes it grow. Any evil you have…inside…it amplifies it." That's why you want to kill one another."
That's what Shawn was trying to do. Bobby must have taken the amulet. The men paused in their banter and Dean stared at Cas before blinking rapidly.
"I arrived in time before Bobby could stab Sam. It was barely enough time to change the bullet's direction. You would have died for certain."
I met Castiel's eyes a split second before he turned away digging through his black leather bag. He started setting things out on the desk. We were all silent. I could feel Dean's eyes on me. He had meant to kill me, but the lone ranger stopped him. To him, I was thankful. Of course, the thing was…I tried to kill Dean too. Some curse. One that makes you go crazy.
"What about my uncle?"
"He's fine. He wasn't in its presence very long." He mumbled.
I sniffed, feeling relief wash over me. I caught Dean's eyes. He was watching me closely. I cut my eyes away from him toward Bobby, "You took it?"
"It…called to me." Bobby said softly. "You wouldn't understand kid."
I'm sure I could if he explained it, but obviously he felt bad enough about the issue. I didn't press any further. Cas was moving around us setting things on the ground, pouring some kind of liquid on the salt. He placed the amulet on the floor in the center of us. I felt my cheeks burning again. Dean cleared his throat, "God, I feel so pissed right now. That normal?"
"It's the amulet's pull. You feel anger. Sam feels power. Bobby feels revenge. Ava feels…"
I cut my eyes toward him, wordlessly telling him to stop. He did. Suddenly changing the subject, "You have to make amends. It is part of the ritual."
"Make amends?" Dean said confused as his eyes focused on the amulet. He was struggling with his bonds.
"Apologize to one another jack ass," Bobby spat out with a roll of his eyes.
"Never were the smart one, where you Dean?" Sam said bitterly. Brothers.
"I'll go first," I said quickly. I just wanted to get out of here. I wanted to be untied. I wanted to be away from everyone.
Castiel nodded, "Apologize to those you've offended."
Seriously? Even if what we said was true? Sam shook his head, "This is stupid."
"Dean...I didn't want to kill you." I closed my eyes. This was stupid. Just apologize and then you'll be done. "I'm sorry for the way I acted…towards you all."
Defeat is what I felt, but at the same time I felt…release. The amulet started glowing red. "Huh. Guess it's working."
Bobby nodded quickly, "Yea…I'm sorry too guys. Sam…I…didn't mean the hell remark."
Sam cast his eyes away as he affirmed his apology with a slow nod, "I know. I apologize for my actions as well. I'll even fix the whole in the wall."
Bobby laughed and Sam smiled. I could feel the pressure in the room start to weaken as the amulet glowed an even brighter red. I could see the light radiating off of the guys faces. Almost. All three of us stared at Dean. His eyes were still on the amulet. Never wavering as he spoke, "I never wanted…you guys are the only family that I have. I never meant to hurt any of you. Ya'll know that."
He laughed bitterly. The room was quiet for a few moments longer. Was that his apology? Would that even work? Bobby and Sam shifted their gaze to Castiel. He stood silent, solemn, still watching Dean. Maybe he wasn't finished. "I'm sorry."
The red light flashed white suddenly and I felt a breeze sweep around us as the room shook. Our ropes fell off of us instantly. I rubbed my wrists gingerly before looking at my shoulder. It stung as blood slowly rolled down my arm and dripped slowly off of my arm. I had a puddle forming underneath the chair, maybe that was why I had a headache. Blood loss. Wonderful, more freaking stitches. Sam was there beside me checking my shoulder. He looked over at Castiel then back at me, "Cas, do you mind?"
I turned my head just in time to see him put his hand on my shoulder, before I could protest there was a surge of energy that invaded my body. My skin seemed to tingle as he pulled his hand away, "Both wounds are healed."
"Healed?" I pulled the sleeve of my t-shirt up, no injury. My eyes widened in surprise. Wow. I pulled the side of my shirt up over my stomach. There wasn't a gash, no stitches, no scar. I smiled as I turned around, "Thank you…"
He was gone.
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My dad once told me that there were things in this world that I wouldn't understand. Then he proceeded to show me the boogey man that lived in my closet was real. I was six. I remember that day like it was yesterday, my protective dad standing in front of me as he poured a salt line in front of the door trapping the creature. I would never forget the way my mom scolded him after he showed me.
'She's gotta' learn sometime Sharlene.'
'Seriously Greg? By scaring the crap out of her? Great parenting skills.'
My brother laughed at me for crying and then explained to me that our family was special. I believed him. As it turned out 'special' wasn't quite the word my mom used. She said that we were cursed. Dad laughed when she said 'cursed' and then proceeded with, 'You mean doomed right honey?'
My mom and dad met when they were just teenagers. Their families would hunt together sometimes during the year. The Martin's and the Swallow's. They used to make jokes about the family motto when we were children, 'Two birds of a feather flock together.' That was so long ago…it almost seemed like ancient history.
I held my silver necklace in my hands as I sat on the front porch staring at the sunset, I was leaving tomorrow morning. My wounds were healed thanks to the lone ranger and I was ready to break out of this joint. I loved Bobby, but he was beginning to drive me insane. The Winchester's hadn't been any better. Sam was bombarding me with questions as much as he could before I left. I was tired of talking about the supernatural though. Dean had avoided me like the plague. Either he was still a bit upset with me or just ashamed he shot me. Either one, didn't matter, by this time tomorrow I wouldn't be here. I turned my attention back to my necklace running my thumb over the delicate groves. A simple sterling silver chain with a bird frozen in time, its wings spread as if soaring. My parents had given it to me for my eighteenth birthday.
When I was sixteen, I had been complaining about moving, as always. We were about to pick up and move again, but I wanted a normal life. I was about to win the vote for head cheerleader. Some of the cutest boys in school were showing interest in me. I was so mad about moving that I threw a fit, like some preteen. I had been so selfish then.
'I hate this family. I wish I wasn't your daughter!'
I still remember the hurt that flowed out of my father's eyes as he gave a short nod and walked away. We didn't move. I had won that small battle. We stayed for another two years.
'Happy birthday baby bird,' my dad said cheerfully as he handed me a petite box. I opened the small turquoise box to reveal a beautiful silver bird soaring. Its wings spread as far as they would allow. My heart ached in my chest. I wish I could be like that bird, I thought.
'We thought it was appropriate for you. You are such a free spirit Ava Adele.' My mother kissed me on the cheek before taking the necklace from me gently and placing it on my neck. A 'caged' free spirit, I thought.
Eleven days later, they were killed. Three months later, Aaron and I packed up and left. I had never felt so guilty in my life. If we had moved- would my parents still be alive? I pulled my sweater closer to me feeling the night air settling in.
"Hey…"
I swallowed back tears quickly and produced a smile as I looked up at Dean, "Hey."
He sat down beside me on the porch stairs as the sun began to slowly fade. His arms resting on his knees, strong hands holding onto his beer bottle as his eyes watched me rub the necklace. I glanced at him and then back down. "Birthday present from my parents. It's pretty much the last thing I have left."
It fell quiet between us. I could faintly smell beer on the breeze. I assumed that this wasn't his first beer tonight. There was a smell of bacon that seemed to shadow the alcohol and I quickly decided that a bacon sandwich would make me the happiest woman in the world. My stomach growled in agreement. I laughed softly, "Sorry. I'm starving. I haven't really eaten anything all day."
"I'm sorry for shooting you." He blurted out quickly ignoring my previous statement. It became clear why he wasn't speaking to me now. He was ashamed. I shook my head in protest, "Dean, you've already apologized. That stupid amulet…"
He stopped me, "No, seriously, evil thoughts or not. I…I could have killed you. I should have had better control."
I remained silent letting him have his moment of self pity. He always took responsibility, even if there was nothing for him to be sorry for. I could see there was no point in arguing with him. Another gust of wind blew sending a shiver through my body and I picked up another scent. His shampoo or after shave…something. He smelled amazing. You're leaving tomorrow Ava. Stop it.
"You know, being a hunter wasn't always my plan." He turned his head to study me as I pressed on, "But now…I feel like it's the only thing I'm good at."
I heard him swallow and I looked back down at my necklace. 'Time to go baby bird.' I could hear my father say softly.
"Know the feelin'." Dean mumbled as he lifted the bottle to his lips. I smiled a bit as I nodded, of course he would understand. I sighed and put my necklace back on. Tomorrow was a new day. My mom always said, 'It's a new adventure Ava. Smile.' She was always so optimistic.
"Come with us." I snapped my head toward Dean. I thought I hadn't heard him correctly at first. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion. I pulled my sweater closer to me and crossed my arms as another chill swept through me. He repeated with a smirk, "Come with us. Me and Sammy."
I laughed out loud then. He didn't laugh with me. He just held a smirk that made his eyes sparkle in the drowning sun. I sat there and stared in awe at this stranger before me who had just tried to kill me. Instead of what a normal person would do- which was run away, quickly. I smiled. I felt like I could trust him. "Okay."
He grinned, "Awesome."
He jumped up and yelled as he stepped heavily back inside, "Sammy, she said yes. Help her move her crap."
Bobby hollered, "Thank God."
I grinned brightly as I turned my attention back to the nonexistent sunset. Oh boy.
'It's a new adventure Ava. Smile.'
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