Supernatural: Reborn

Chapter 7

"So I was never born," Faith asked, "instead, there was a scrawny kid who claimed to be Dad's son?"

"We tell you everything about that musical and the first thing you ask is that," Sam asked.

Faith nodded, "I care whether or not I'm in that version and obviously I'm not."

"Well, I thought the musical sucked if it makes you feel any better," Dean said. Faith smiled at her brother. She sat in the passenger seat while Sam sat in the back, Dean driving his baby.

"How'd they even know who we were," Faith asked.

"Apparently, there was a prophet before Kevin, and he could like tune into our lives," Sam explained, "he wrote everything he saw into books."

"So we're famous because of a prophet," Faith asked.

"Famous without the rich part," Dean said. Faith smiled and looked at the window. They were pulling up to the bunker. Faith held off on Sam and Dean's questions because she didn't want to have to explain herself twice. She knew everyone at the bunker would want to know everything.

The three of them got out the Impala and walked towards the front door. Faith opened the front door to the bunker and walked in, her brothers following close behind. When Faith looked down at the ground level of the bunker, she expected to find everyone waiting for her, smiles on their faces. Instead, what she found were bodies.

"No," Faith said quietly. The three of them rushed down the stairs and looked around at the carnage.

The bodies of their family and friends laid on the ground, some with their throats cut, others with their necks snapped. The three bodies closest to them were Jo's, Ellen's and Bobby's. Henry and Kevin lay against the wall across the room from them. To their surprise, Gabriel and Cass were nowhere to be found.

"Damn it," Dean said, walking away from the scene.

Sam stared, stunned, "how could this have happened?"

Tears ran down Faith's face, "Who could've done this?"

"I don't know," Dean said from somewhere in the bunker.

"Where's Gabriel and Cass," Sam asked. No one answered, no one knew anything. Dean reappeared, his face pale and shattered.

Faith sniffled, "we have to give them a hunter's funeral. It's what they would've wanted. It's what they deserve." Sam and Dean moved their bodies while Faith tried to clean the blood off the floor.

A couple hours later, there were five pyres burning outside, each one holding one of the fallen. The three Winchesters stood together, aware that they were the last of their family. Each of them made a mental promise as they watched the flames.

They wouldn't let their deaths be in vain. They would stay true to Henry's words. They were Winchesters. They were, are, legacies. No matter what happens next, no matter how bad it gets, they would save as many people as they could and they would stay together. The world will never know what they have to endure for it to be a safe place, but their legacy will live on because that's who they are. They're Winchesters and Winchesters never stop fighting for what they believe in.