Laurel | A Supernatural Fanfiction

Chapter Two

"What?" I managed to spit out. I stepped back and looked at Sam and Dean, trying to think it all over before speaking again. "How come my mom never mentioned you guys?"

Sam and Dean shared another look.

"She probably didn't know about us. You must have been his second- no third, family. In between jobs he would go back to you."

I tried to hide the confusion that I felt but I could only mask it with pain.

"Oh... you said third family? He had another wife?" I asked as I sat on the ground in the middle of the road. Sam and Dean say across from me.

"No. A girlfriend. We had another brother, Adam." Sam said.

"Had?" Laurel questioned.

"He's in hell." Dean said, resting his head against the impala.

He said it so casually, like we all had a brother in Hell. I decided not to ask about him any further. It sounded like a story meant for another time.

The three of us sat in silence, taking it all in.

"Where's your mom?" Sam asked.

"She died in a house fire when I was 2. They said it was an accident but I never believed it." I looked down as I spoke, probably sounding crazy.
"Where did you go afterwards?" Dean asked.
I looked up at Dean, staring at him. He genuinely looked concerned. It was an emotion I wasn't very familiar with.
"I moved in with my aunt after the fire, but she died a few months after my twelfth birthday. I didn't want to be in foster care so I decided to run away and try to find John. I've mostly just stayed around here and found cases that Bobby gave me. Mostly vamps. He's another hunter who lives in South Dakota."

"You know Bobby?" Dean asked. Staring at me like my hair caught on fire.

"Yeah. I found his name in a letter that was in my dad's room. I tracked him down and he taught me everything I know. I had no idea these creatures ever existed." I said with a small smile. I was proud of how I found Bobby. He wasn't an easy man to track down.

"Laurel," Dean paused, as if he was debating what he should say, "Maybe you should come back with us. We have a bunker close by. Maybe we can sort all this out? Figure out what to do next?" He said it with a sympathetic tone. He looked sincere, yet serious at the same time. His face turned soft and the wrinkles faded, making him look much younger than he was.

I sat in silence, thinking over my options. I could say yes, but I don't really know them, even if they are my brothers. How can I trust them if I just met them? They might be able to help me find John though. If I don't go with them I would be on my own to search for him. And its not like I really hated being alone. Maybe some company could he nice for a while.

"I don't really have anywhere else to go, so I guess it wouldn't hurt." I said with a small smile.

We all stood up and walked over to the Impala. Dean opened the door and helped me get in. My leg had started to bruise and was harder to walk on. He shut the door and climbed in the drivers seat.

Dean started the Impala as Sam closed the door and we drove off. Old rock music blared through the speakers.

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Sam and I sat at a table while Dean cleaned my wounds from the accident.

"Sorry we hit you." Dean said with a chuckle. "But you did kinda run in front of us."

"Yea, you're right. Everybody knows that running from bloodsuckers after you blow up their nest is no excuse to not watch where you're running. I'll be more careful next time." I said in a sarcastic tone. "I guess i should be thanking you though. Getting hit by the worlds oldest car should put me in some record book."
Sam looked between us and chuckled.

"Woah woah woah. Leave the car out of this." Dean said as he finished the stitches in my leg.
My back didn't need any stitches, just a good cleaning.

"I cant believe you drive that piece of junk. Better yet, I can't believe it still runs." I said, thinking about all the shit that poor car must have been through.

"Again. Leave my baby alone." Dean stared at me and Sam laughed again.

"If I were you, I would stop talking bad about the car." Sam said with a smile.

"Oh, so he's one of those types of people? Interesting."

Sam nodded.

"Alright, alright." Dean said, "I finished the stitches in your leg and washing your hands will clean them but we need to clean the wounds on your back... and then you need to take a shower because you have vamp blood all over you and I think I'm gonna throw up." He smiled and stepped behind me.
I took off my leather jacket and looked at the damage.
"I guess I should throw this out." I said, tossing it in to the trash.
I lifted the back of my shirt so Dean could see the wounds.
"Laurel, this is gonna hurt like a bitch but you need to stay still."
"I make no promises." I said. I started to get nervous. Pain is my biggest fear. Emotional or physical. They both scare the shit out of me.
"Sam?" I asked, trying to be polite. "Can you hand me that bottle of whiskey?"
Dean took a step to the side and looked at me.
"Laurel, we can't use whiskey to clean your wounds." He said.
"The whiskeys for me, Dean. If you are using that shit in the brown bottle to clean these wounds, I don't wanna be able to feel it."
"How old are you?" Sam asked as he picked up the whiskey.
"Twenty-one." I said with a smile.
"Nice try." Dean said. "What's your real age?"
I sighed. This pain is something I will not be able to avoid.
"I'm seventeen." I said in defeat.
Sam set the bottle back down and Dean picked up the other one.
"Are you ready?" He asked as he soaked a little white towel in the stuff.
I shook my head.
It didn't take long to clean the wounds but the pain was awful.

After I took a long shower, we all sat down to focus on the situation at hand.
"Where do you plan on going next?" Dean asked me.
I picked at my nails, avoiding the question.
Sam and Dean waited for my response but after realizing they weren't getting one, Sam jumped in

"Laurel... If you don't have anywhere to go, you can stay here if you want."

Dean stood up.

"Sammy, can I talk to you?" He motioned towards the back of the room and waited for Sam to walk over there.
I leaned back I'm my chair to hear their conversation.

"How do we know she's really our sister?" Dean asked Sam.
"That's exactly what I thought, but Dean, look." Sam pulled out a journal and flipped to the back, pulling out a small photo.

Dean took the photo and smiled.

Sam and Dean began to whisper and then walked back over to where I sat. They both took a seat and looked at me with sadness in their eyes.

"Laurel, we have something to tell you." Dean said in a calming tone.

My stomach began to ache. Something is wrong.

"Laurel." Dean began, "John's gone. He died 2 years ago, saving Sam and I from the thing that killed our mom, and most likely yours too. We managed to find it a little later and kill it."

I stared at Dean. Then at Sam. My face was unreadable. I didn't even know how I felt.

"Laurel?" Sam said, concern flashing across his face.

I didn't answer for what felt like hours, but it was only a few minutes. Finally, I took a breath and spoke.

"So, you're telling me, that I spent five years looking for my dead father?"

"Actually, he's only been gone for two." Dean said, earning a swift kick under the table from Sam.

"Laurel, it's okay. You're not alone anymore. You don't have to be. You can stay with us, and go to school. You can be normal." Sam said in a comforting tone.

I stood up and paced around the room. I was hurt, and mad, but felt happiness at the same time because I had two brothers I never knew about, trying to take care of me.

"Okay," I said, finally. Sam and Dean smiled.

Dean stood up and walked towards the hallway, motioning for me to follow.

"I'll show you to your room."