The Shape-Shifting Winchester

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

"Ow!"

"Don't be such a girl, Sammy," sighed Trinity as she patted his swollen cheek with a wet cloth.

Dean chuckled. "Okay, so Uriah's deal. Mom must have been the only pure-blooded hunter he knew of."

"But before he could find her, she died," Trinity offered.

"So he made a deal with a demon so that Mom would be alive just long enough to have a kid."

"And then he died almost exactly ten years after Mary conceived," she finished.

Sam smiled. "That explains why you look so much like Mom."

"Yeah, yeah. Shush." She put a butterfly bandage over a cut on his cheek. "Finished. Look, guys, I honestly don't care how it happened. It happened. Mary's my mom-that's what I'm focusing on."

"So you really are our sister," said Sam with a smile.

"Half sister," she corrected.

"Same thing," Dean said. "So, where to? We're finished here."

"Let's go home," Trinity sighed.

"Home?"

"The bunker?" Sam guessed.

"Where else?"

Dean grinned and nodded.

A few minutes later they had to stop for gas, so Sam moved up to the passenger seat. Stretching out on the backseat, Trinity was asleep in minutes.

"I'm glad she's getting some rest," Dean commented.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. After this whole thing with her family...I'm just glad to see she isn't too upset to sleep."

Sam glanced back. With her back to the seat, Trinity's knees were up to her chest and her feet were still close to the door, the back of her head against the door handle. Now that she'd told them, and her mind was relaxing, he could see the edge of a scar peeking out from under her shirt, which had lifted some.

"Me too. Although, I don't think much really upsets her like that. Not since she started hunting with us at least. She knows we're going to protect her."

"Still. It couldn't have been easy dealing with what she did and going back."

"She's stronger than you give her credit for."

"No, I know she's strong. She's the strongest girl I've ever met. But she's also my little sister."

Sam chuckled. "So you're just going to worry about her all the time?"

"Darn right I will." He smiled back.

~

Sam crouched by Trinity's head and shook her shoulder. She woke with a gasp and pulled away, then sighed. "Sam."

"Yeah, hey. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. Bad dream. That's all." She smiled and got out, but her legs shook and she fell.

"You sure?" He caught her and pulled her to her feet.

"Fine." She took a deep breath and planted her feet firmly. "Sleeping in a car for long periods of time just gives me sea legs. Where are we?"

"Halfway back. Stopped for the night."

She looked around. Another night, another crappy motel. Oh well. Tomorrow they'd be home again.

"Oh. Nice place. Where's Dean?"

"Inside. Come on."

She smiled and leaned back against the car. "I'll be in, in a minute."

He nodded and left. With a sigh she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She couldn't believe she'd told Dean that Rick and Bobby were practically the same. They were nothing alike, and she felt ashamed to have desecrated Bobby's memory like that.

Bobby had loved her, taken care of her, even trusted her when it went against everything he believed in. She hadn't done anything for him. A few chores here and there, but where was she when he needed her? When he died?

Tears brimmed her eyes. She was so busy in Canada, hiding out from the FBI, that even on a plane, then driving 95 MPH down every side road she could find, but when she made it to the hospital...it was too late.

Then, when he came back as a ghost, she couldn't handle it. Seeing him again...she thought she'd failed him by not being there to save his life. When he came back, she left. Dean called her every night, but she never answered. Finally they called, saying they needed her help, and she went.

*Flashback*

Trinity got off the bus and walked two blocks east to the Red Star, the motel the boys were staying in.

She sighed and chewed on the inside of her lip, but walked to room 13 and knocked. "H-hi, Dean," she said when he cracked the door open, presumably with a gun or knife in his hand.

A look of relief spread across his face and he pulled the door wider. "Trin." He walked out and grabbed her in a hug. "Thank god you're here. Come inside." He pulled her in, glanced around, and closed and locked the door.

"Trinity," sighed Sam. "We've been worried about you."

"I'm fine." She accepted her mountainous brother's hug before stepping back and keeping her eyes downcast. Due to Bobby's old flask, he could be there in near-corporeal form, and he was at the moment.

"Nice to see you, Trinity. Haven't heard from you in a while." She bit her lip and avoided looking at him.

"I've been busy, and I'm tired. Can you guys catch me up later?"

That night Sam and Dean were both catching a few minutes of shut eye, but Trinity was wide awake. She couldn't quit staring a the flask, peeking out of Dean's jacket pocket.

"You don't seem tired."

Bobby's voice made her jump, and she sat up. "I can't sleep."

"Would'ja look at me, girl? I know I'm the reason you've been avoiding the boys, and I think I deserve to know why."

Slowly she raised her eyes to see Bobby leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. "I'm sorry, Bobby."

"What for? You ain't done anything wrong."

"If I was there..." she sighed. "Maybe...I could've...I could've done something."

"Done something?" he echoed, pushing off the wall. "If anything could've been done, don't you think these idjits would've done it? You couldn't do anything."

She lowered her eyes. "I wish I was there though. Then I could've at least tried."

"You're just as much of an idjit as Dean then. Look at me, Trinity. Don't put this on yourself. You did enough for me; you shouldn't be blaming yourself for missing this."

"So I did a few chores," she muttered.

"You did much more than that. How many times did I come back from a hunt and find you there with a meal, waiting? How many times did you drag my drunken a out of bed?"

"Just a few. You did much more for me."

He rolled his eyes. "Balls! Just get over it, girl. I never held you responsible for a lick of it, and neither did the boys."

She chuckled. "Okay. Goodnight, Bobby."

"Night, Trinity." He smiled.

*End Flashback*

Trinity sniffled with a smile. Bobby. He was her real father, not Uriah. She loved Bobby; she promised herself never to speak a word against him again.