𝖬𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖶𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 | 𝖲𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅

The fire

Dean- 31
Sam- 28
Meredith- 19

That day had changed Meredith's life. Hunting was a difficult lifestyle and she had her fair share of close calls, but for the most part she enjoyed it. However, she never felt about it the way her family did. She never had that special connection. She figured it was mostly because Sam and Dean did all the work. They would lay out a plan and Meredith would follow along. She never got to hunt alone. She never got to experience all the aspects of being a hunter. Sam and Dean had always tried to do the dirty work. But she didn't mind it, really. It was routine. She was used to it. She tried and tried to understand it, to feel proud of carrying on the Winchester legacy, but she couldn't. It was just a job to her. At least, until that day.

The three Winchesters were sitting at a small coffee table in their hotel room. They had just finished a hunt and Dean had insisted they order pizza. "Listen, I say we go up to Chicago and see if we have ourselves a case." Dean spoke with a mouthful. "I mean, seven bodies drained of blood? Doesn't exactly sound like Ted Bundy's work does it?" He asked his siblings.

Sam nodded. "Yeah, I think you're right. Check out is tomorrow at 10 a.m."

"Great! I need a few extra hours of beauty sleep anyways." He said cheerfully and looked at his sister. "What do you think, Mer?"

She looked up, smiled, and nodded. "Yeah, sounds good."

She almost never argued on cases. She always complied. Just because she couldn't understand their legacy didn't mean she was going to ruin it for her brothers. She stood up from her chair and walked to the fridge.

"Oh, dammit." She grumbled at the empty fridge.

Sam and Dean turned to look at her. "What's wrong, sis?" Sam asked her while he held an ice pack to his head. His tall, lumberjack self had hit his head on the ceiling of the barn where they were wiping vamps out.

She closed the fridge door and sighed. "We don't have anything to drink."

Dean cleaned his mouth with a napkin and cleared his through. "I saw a minimart down the road aways." He stood up and grabbed his keys. "We need stuff for the road anyways. I'll go stock up."

She quickly snatched the keys from his hands. "No, that's alright, I can go. Besides, I look the less damaged." She gestured to the blood he had yet to wipe from his face. "They're less likely to call the cops on me." She smiled and started lacing her boots up.

Dean sighed with frustration. "Okay, just be careful. I didn't like the noise baby was making on the drive up here."

She looked up from her shoes. "Dean, have I ever once brought your car back to you with so much as a scratch? No." She answered for him. "It'll be fine."

"She." He corrected. "She will be fine." Meredith rolled her eyes and Sam laughed amusedly at his siblings.

"Okay. She will be fine." She chuckled and shook her head, standing up.

She turned around and grabbed her gun. When she went to tuck it behind her jeans she paused. She had suddenly felt very... odd. There was a wave of uneasiness that had crashed upon her. Like a gloomy cloud had settled above her. This was strange. She quickly tucked her gun in her jeans and turned back around.

When her eyes settled on Sam and Dean the feeling had seemed to worsen. She felt nervous. Why was she nervous? For God's sake she was going to buy snacks. What was there to be nervous about?

Still, as she looked at them, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was seriously off. She wanted to hug them.

"Meredith?" Dean snapped his fingers in front of her face causing her to jump. "You alright?" He asked with a confused expression.