Winchester Child

Chapter One

It's my 17th birthday and I know that I'm not grown yet, especially in the eyes of others but I know that I at least deserve to know who my father is. Then again, I've been saying that for as long as I can remember. My Mom always gets touchy about the subject so I try not to bring it up that often, but I figure if theres one thing that I want for my birthday, an answer sounds pretty good but she always tells me that I'll find out my own way. I love my mother, but she is a little hippy-dippy. She believes that everything that should happen, will happen, and not to push anything. And I agree with her in some senses but I also believe that if you want something bad enough, you have to fight for it.

"Mom! I'm home!" I call out once I enter the house. Most of the time either the car wouldn't be in the driveway or you could hear her working from her room. Something was off. I take off my headphones and put them around my neck.

"Mom!?" I call out again. I walk into the kitchen to find her sitting at the table, with her arms behind the chair with a tense expression on her face, which is very unlike her. I suddenly hear the slam of the front door and turn around to see a pair of black eyes staring me down.

"So you're the Winchester child." he says with a smirk. I start to back up into the kitchen as he starts to approuch me.

"Who the fuck are you. And who the fuck is Winchester?" I ask and he starts laughing. I hear another laugh and quickly turn my head around to see another black-eyed-man with his hand on my mothers shoulder but then turn my head back around.

"Your father, of course. We've met a few times, but I wouldn't go as far as calling us friends." he says as he pulls out a knife. I back up into the chest of the second man and he grabs my arms.

"Get off me. Now." I says and they both laugh again. I step on second mans foot and elbow him in the stomach. As he's leaned over, the first man swipes his blade at me but I jump to the side and grab his arm as it goes in front of me. I bend his arm back and grab his blade. They stand side by side and laugh again.

"I'm glad you find it funny, Chuckles, because I'm about to beat your ass." I say as I hold the blade in a ready position.

"You really are the Winchester kid, but even so, we're not gonna get beat by a girl." The second one says.

"Better report to the boss man." the first one says and a large cloud of black smoke erupts out of their mouths and they fall flat on the floor.

"Mom are you ok?" I ask as I rush over to her and untie her arms.

"Who the fuck were they?" I ask as I kneel on the ground and hold her hands. She looks down and then looks back up at me with tears in her eyes.

"I knew that they would come, but I never knew that they would come so soon." She says as she grabs my hand and pulls me outside to the shed.

"What?"

"We agreed that you should get training, but I never went through with it because I never thought that you would actually need it." She says as she opens the third drawer down on a large filing cabinet. She goes to the back and starts counting forward.

"What the fuck is going on?"

"Got it!" she exclaims as she pulls out a beige folder with a DW written in a black sharpie marker.

"You'll need this. Go get your stuff but pack light and I'll get some other things ready for you." She says as she hands me the folder and starts looking around for other stuff

"What as in D.W. from Arthur?" I ask.

"We don't have the time, Harley. Go get your things. Now!" she says with the most serious expression I've ever seen her have. I run up the stairs and grab my back pack on the way. I begin to pack my things into the green duffle that I've always has in my closet. I grab some clothes, my journal, my sketchbook, my computer, my chargers and other things that I would need if I was going to stay at a friends for the night. I go downstairs to see my mom grab a map out of a drawer in the kitchen and shoves it into a back pack then hands it to me.