Supernatural Fanfic (Ch. 1)

Life isn't fair. Compared to my life as a Winchester that quote is such an understatement. I looked in the mirror of the hotel bathroom and stared back at myself. It's crazy how much a person can change over a short period of time. Especially myself, Jay Winchester, Sam's twin sister. Sam and Dean are my older brothers, Dean being the oldest of course. I pulled my soft blonde hair back and tied it off with a rubber band. I wore a blue t-shirt under my mothers old grey sweatshirt and an old pair of jeans. A smile spread across my face as I remembered what my dad had said about my hair. I could see his face light up as he told me my hair was just like my mothers. A wave of pride swept over me. I walked back over to my bed and scoped the room. Dean was nowhere to be found. "Probably eating," I mumbled to myself. I dug around under my pillow fumbling to find the only picture I had left of my mother. The photo consisted of Mom and little 3-year-old Dean. I don't think Dean has ever even seen the photo. Mom died in Sam and I's nursery after being attacked by a demon. Luckily Dad was quick enough to get us out of there, but that was all I knew about, besides the house fire. Dean never brought it up and we hadn't seen Dad in 3 weeks.

As we were growing up, Dad became obsessed with finding this demon that killed Mom and soon found out that there wasn't just one demon, that there were thousands of different kinds. He began hunting them and sending them back to hell or whatever dirty hole they crawled out of. Then he started teaching Sam, Dean, and I the trade. We all were good at what we did but Sam didn't take to it to kindly. So when Sam got old enough he moved out after this big fight with dad and he got into some really nice college and that's where he is now.

The sound of the door opening broke me out of my memories and I shoved the photo back into its hiding spot. Dean marched in and tossed a burger at me before sitting down on his bed. "You find Sammy?" I questioned ripping the wrap off the burger. "Yep. He's got an apartment with some girl over on Downtown Parkway." "A girl? That doesn't sound like Sam." "Yea, I know, I was thinking the same thing. And she's pretty good lookin' too."Dean replied with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and continued, "So, you gotta plan or something? Or can we go right now?" Dean looked questioningly at me, "What's got you so excited? You never act like this." I looked away. He was right. Dean and I felt like we were always the loyal kids. The ones who never left dads side. I questioned that same approach Sam did although I didn't tell Dean. I love Sam, I mean he's my twin brother for crying out loud, but when he just dropped everything and left, it crushed me. I guess some part of me wanted to go with him. I didn't want my family to split apart. "I just... haven't seen Sam in a while. I miss him you know." Dean gave me a weird look as I took a bite of my burger. "What?" I asked with my mouth full. "Nothin'." He replied opening his burger. I hated it when he pulled that whole 'Nothin' crap. I knew it was just another word for 'Somethin'. Only problem was is that if I pushed into what 'nothin' was I'd probably lose my head by his shotgun. Maybe Sam would be able to press into him. Dean was as hard as a rock. Who could blame him though? Our mom was murdered when he was 4. He kept secrets constantly, even from me which pissed me off. If he'd just let people help him he'd be better off. I try to be unlike Dean in that way, but I'm like him in every way. Maybe that's why Sam left. Because he thought that it was just Dad, and Dean trying to be like dad, and me trying to be like Dean. So in the end he thought his whole family would end up like Dad. I guess it doesn't matter now since we were going to get Sam in a few hours.

That night we set out in the old 1967 Chevy Impala that dad handed down to Dean a couple years ago. I was jittery with excitement, but we still didn't have a plan. We were just driving through the streets silently thinking to ourselves. We did that a lot. Most people would probably think it was awkward, driving around in a car all day without speaking to the person sitting right beside you. We didn't. We actually agreed it was better to keep your trap shut than to 'let it all out' and talk. I thought it was awkward to express your feelings and I guess Dean concurred. We made a right turn behind Sam's apartment building and slowly came to a stop. It had kinda become habitual to go in secretively. When you're a hunter you don't have time to tell the truth and explain. You just have to do. I mean why go in through the front when you can secretly enter through the back? We both got out and went to the back of the car. Yet again, another habit most hunters gain. Dad fixed up this car a long time ago. The trunk of this 1967 Impala was anything, but normal. There is a secret compartment where all of the guns, and knives, and salt, and stakes are. Anything we needed for any job. We weren't going to need any weapons on this trip, or at least we hoped not. Dean popped open the back trunk and dug around. I secured my pocket knife and turned around to check out our surroundings. "You're not bringing a gun are you?" I asked while watching him wrestle his pistol into the back of his jeans. "Just in case." At this point I had figured out his plan. Dean probably wanted to break in and fumble around trying to wake Sammy up. Try and see if Sam would attack and if he's still sharp. All I was here for was lock-pickin' and to watch the show. The only reason that didn't bother me this time was I'd get to see my brother for the first time in years. "Ready?" Dean asked. "Hell yeah. Let's go." I pushed off the car and made my way to the back door and bent down on one knee. Lock-pickin' was the first thing I learned from dad. Dad's normally would protect their daughters from stuff like what he was doing, and he did most of the time. Dad just changed after mom died. Something inside of him just shut off. And I'm pretty sure it was the 'How to be a good dad' part.

There really isn't much to lock-pickin' so I unlocked the back door in record time. We snuck into the dark, muggy hallway and found an old metal stairway. "What floor?" I mumbled. Dean held up one finger. I gave him the thumbs up and up we went. Every step up, every moment we got closer, my heart pounded faster. I couldn't figure out if it was excitement or nervousness. What if Sam didn't want to come with us? What if Sam didn't care? How was this all gonna play out? I quietly opened the door to floor one and then stepped out of the way to let Dean lead. He made a right out of the door and led us to Sam's room where I again picked the lock. I pushed the door open and stood up. The door creaked a little, but probably not enough to jerk Sam awake. It wasn't a great apartment, but it was decent compared to what Dean and I stayed in on hunting trips. The door immediately opened up into the living room where there was a small couch and television set. Off to our right was a bedroom and to our left was the door that led to the kitchen. The first kitchen door had beaded strings hanging from it, and it was connected to a second door by a table with stools pushed under it. I followed Dean over to the kitchen and watched him fiddle with the pistol in the back of his pants. He set the gun on the counter and said, "Find me a beer." I almost retaliated and said "Bite me," or "Do I look like your personal gineau pig?" but it was to late. Dean had already gone to the television set. I made my way into the kitchen just in time to turn around and see a dark figure peeking out of the hallway leading to the bedroom. I stepped out of the doorway quickly. "Dean!" I whispered and pointed. He didn't hear me though. Something inside of me kinda laughed. Maybe it was a good thing that he didn't hear me. Dean got to his feet just in time for Sam to jump out at him. I looked in the fridge while listening to them wrestle on the floor. Just as I grabbed a beer and turned around I heard Sam's astonished voice, "Dean?" "Aw, Sammy, I'm a little disappointed in you," Dean teased. I saw Dean leaned over Sam, but it wasn't a second that passed by before Sam knocked Dean on his ass and Sam was on top. They both got to their feet and brushed themselves off. "Dean what are you doing here? And where's Jay?" "Jay is right here," I replied revealing myself. I walked out of the kitchen and handed Dean his beer then gave Sam a hug. He still smelled the same as he did the day he left. Only a little different. I could tell he was still wearing some sort of cologne that he had been wearing earlier that day. I pulled back from Sam and patted him on the arm. "Good to see you Sam," I said with a smile. At that time the girl Dean had talked about stepped into the room. "Sam?" she said. "Jessica, this is my brother Dean and my twin sister Jay." I watched this 'Jessica' girl made her way to stand by my brother. She was wearing a tight Smirf's shirt that didn't even fully cover her stomach and some pink booty-shorts. She had blonde hair and was really beautiful, but for some reason I took an immediate distaste for the girl. I think it was because of how she was dressed. Or maybe it's because she stole my brother from me. "I love the Smirf's," Dean joked. "Um, we need to borrow your boyfriend for a minute if you don't mind..." "No, anything you need to say you can say in front of her." 'Oh really? We're gonna try this already?' I thought to myself. About that time, Dean looked at me like 'Look at this smart ass...' So I put my hands up and shrugged my shoulders, a big sarcastic smile on my face. "Dad's been on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home in a couple of days." "So, he's probably been drinking with his friends or something. He'll turn up in a couple of days." His response pissed me off. I couldn't even imagine how Dean had felt about what he said. So he repeated himself a little more clearly this time. "Dad's been on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home in a few days." I watched Sam's expression change and it was almost humorous when he asked for the three of us to be excused.