I Don't Remember Most of It

Cait's First Memory

I've known the Winchesters all my life. My father was an accomplice of John, he would constantly be calling my dad at the most inappropriate times to go on a hunt. Mum and I learnt to live with it.

Our family is pretty small. There's my mum, my dad, my Aunt Peggy and my grandfather, William. Then there's me, Cait Hedvigh., my father's pride and joy. I have no siblings which makes it easier to live an almost normal life. Except our Winchester relations.

I wasn't born when the demons attacked the Winchester family and considering we lived on the other side of the state my dad and mum dropped everything to head over there. Every Hunter knows the story of the Winchesters so I won't go into any detail explaining, but they came back to my grandfather's house, John, young Dean and baby Sam. My mum made up the spare room for John, which is my room now, the crib, also soon to be mine, was where Sammy slept, Dean wouldn't leave his side and stayed by his baby brother.

My father refused to have any children for years after that, fear of safety. He changed the locks, re- painted the devil's traps that were in the most unusual places, the old salt lines and circles were swept away and redone.

I was born ten years later.

But my father still wouldn't give up helping John search for the demon that tore his family apart. John refused to have either son go with him sometimes so they would drop in to see us, once or twice a year maybe. But as John Winchester became more wildly determined, Sam and Dean would visit more frequently- then it was just Sam. Dean took a hand in helping his father after Sam went to college so Sam would stay for weekends at a time during college breaks until he met his girlfriend. My father was close to drawing the line with John, saying it was getting futile and ridiculous.

I was eight my the demons took my mother, and my father was so blinded with hatred he not only helped but joined John in his hunt for the demons. So I was left with my grandfather and aunt Peggy, and then the nightmares began.

Dean and Sam had had a rather bad argument before Sam went to college so Dean stopped coming. But Dean came back the once. I was ten, my mother dead for two years, my father hadn't returned for two years- neither had John. He turned up in the middle of the night.

I was wrapped tightly in a blanket on the sofa under the devils trap on the ceiling, I'd had another nightmare. I got used to the routine of coming down the stairs half asleep and afraid at midnight and sleeping here for the rest of the night. That night was one of the worst nights, I lay awake for awhile watching the stars glinting on the polished surface of the coffee table. (another devil's trap was concealed on the inside on one of the legs). Just when I thought I would sleep a shadow broke the starry sky up. I froze, the demons were back. My father used to tell me to distract it with holy water and bank it with a demon knife, which is easier said than done for a kid.

I was about to slip upstairs and wake my grandfather, he used to be a hunter, he'd know what to do, when I realised that I'd left the window open. I was half way up the stair case when I heard the window squeak, I turned hesitatingly on the spot and watched through the ballistrades. The figure was careful not to make a noise or force entry.

"Goddammit." It hissed, it sounded slightly familiar, I peered over the top of the banister at it, it landed rather roughly behind the sofa almost taking the curtains with it. I took a step down onto a broken floorboards. It creaked louder than usual, the figure looked up at me, I saw a blade glint in the moonlight.

"Cait?" I swallowed, it was Dean, Dean was here. I ran down the stairs and threw my arms around his waist as he reached for the light switch. The light illuminated his youthful looks, those green eyes I remember from earlier years, both his and Sam's.